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Mademoiselle chante le blues, by a French singer who has an incredible voice, Patricia Kaas    

Listen to this tune, I find it great ; music and voice..

 

JUST IN CASE IT HELPS, HERE ARE THE LYRICS

Y'en a qui élèvent des gosses au fond des hlm
Y'en a qui roulent leurs bosses du Brésil en Ukraine
Y'en a qui font la noce du côté d'Angoulême
Et y'en a qui en peuvent plus de jouer les sex symbols
Y'en a qui vendent l'amour au fond de leur bagnole

Mademoiselle chante le blues
Soyez pas trop jalouses
Mademoiselle boit du rouge
Mademoiselle chante le blues

Y'en a huit heures par jour qui tapent sur des machines
Y'en a qui font la cour masculine féminine
Y'en a qui lèchent les bottes comme on lèche des vitrines
Et y'en a même qui font du cinéma, qu'on appellent Marilyn
Mais Marilyn Dubois s'ra jamais Norma Jean
Faut pas croire que l'talent c'est tout c'qu'on s'imagine

Elle a du gospel dans la voix et elle y croit

Y'en a qui s'font bonne soeur, avocat, pharmacienne
Y'en a qui ont tout dit quand elles ont dit je t'aime
Y'en a qui sont vieilles filles du côté d'Angoulême
Y'en a même qui jouent femmes libérées
Petit joint et gardénal qui mélangent vie en rose et image d'Epinal
Qui veulent se faire du bien sans jamais s'faire du mal

 

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The sound is so bad one can't hear it Rob..

And who can say if a band is the best ?  isn't it only a matter of taste??

My recent discovery is the German band Rammstein, supposed to be " Industrial Metal"  , not my type usually, but there s something about

this band. IMO ... First they dare use german, their native language, and it is not supposed to be very melodious. yet, they have achieved worldwide recognition. Ok , they are sometimes provocative but it is a metal band..

 

This one's one of my favorites. It's beautifully sung with wonderful lyrics. Here are the translations.

Ohne Dich - Without You

I'm going to go into the fir trees
There where I last saw her
But the evening is throwing a cloth upon the land
and upon the ways behind the edge of the forest
And the forest it is so black and empty
Woe is me, oh woe
And the birds sing no more

Without you I cannot be
Without you
With you I am alone too
Without you
Without you I count the hours without you
With you the seconds stand still
They aren't worth it

On the branches in the ditches
it's now silent and without life
And breathing becomes oh so hard for me
Woe is me, oh woe
And the birds sing no more

Without you I cannot be
Without you
With you I am alone too
Without you
Without you I count the hours without you
With you the seconds stand still
They aren't worth it without you

 

 

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