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Qui êtes-vous?
03:20
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Qui êtes-vous?
Qui êtes-vous? Que faites-vous?
Qui êtes-vous, et pour quelle raison vous écoutez nos chansons?
Êtes-vous des gens d´ici, est-ce que vous aimez les rengaines?
Est-ce que vous appréciez la liberté comme nous?
Êtes-vous des gens d´ailleurs, avez-vous des rêves inasouvis?
Songez-vous à une autre vie parfois?
Êtes-vous des solitaires qui nous offrent leur compagnie?
Presque tous cherchent la liberté surtout.
Êtes-vous des flaneurs qui se régalent avec un moment de bonheur?
On sourit pour votre photo avec plaisir bien sûr.
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2. |
People of the Street
03:30
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People Of The Street
Standing on the street, accordion in my hand
In a town where no one knows me
The ones at home don't understand
If there's one thing I've learned, it's who I am!
It seemed as if my life had started almost anew
My mother, bless her soul, took a different point of view
And now I am here to sing for you!
For
You are the people
You are the ones who count
You are the people of the street
And I know as you pass on
If you've listened to my song
I know if you have heard
I can't call myself a singer, it's just what I like to do
Feel driven by desire and encouraged by a few
How long I will be here is up to you
For you are the people.....
I could tell you of all the places I've played
Of all the mistakes I've made
What you'd really like to know-
Can one live like this? Well, yes and no
And it's never to late to say-
If I would have my time again, I know what I would do
I'd find a quiet corner and I'd hope you'd be there too
For there's no one that counts more than you!
For
You are the people.....
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3. |
Merry-go-round
03:29
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Merry-go-round
Surely you know that little thing with a button on the top to push
And of it goes, dancing plastic figures in a transparent globe
The same does work in bigger with a motor inside, vivid riders on the top
Just one cant´t see anymore the one who pushes the button
We are all sitting in the same funny, little merry-go-round
Merrily we hop round and round in circles, take seriously all our sorrys and worries
We are one by one sitting in the same funny little merry-go-round
Merrily we hop round and round in circles, just one more tour will distract all our worries
It´s not all about some children´s joy as you now might think
As soon as you are in the trouble just begins
Might it be better on an elephant´s back or on a motor bike
Than in a helicopter or the fire engine car
Maybe one day we grow wiser a bit, learn to pull a joystick to make our little car fly
But still round on its rail it turns, stays nothing but a child´s toy
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4. |
Invited
03:30
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Invited
Invited to the feast he was
And came not to the feast he was
So full of doing things at home
So full of telling things at home
Tall stories of the fish he never caught
And the pond he one day thought
Of making
They say he cannot come
To the funeral of father
No worry that he would not come
No hurry, he would never come
His back was bent with worries
Was bent with built-in worries
Tall stories of the marriage feast
Drink the wine and kill the beast
Sow the fields with poppy seeds
And father's funeral went the way
Of many more before
As I said, “goodbye, God be with you”
I kissed his balded head
He said, “thank you, my son
I never thought to see you again”
I turned his chair to the sun
To the garden and the sun
His eyes were too tired
His gaze turned inside
Invited to the feast he was
And came not to the feast he was
Invited
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5. |
All the World´s a Stage
03:48
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All The World's A Stage
They are hard times in which we live
And all the World's a stage
And there are bridges being broken
And walls are being made
To cut off our own nose
To spite the face
And all the world's a stage
“Everyone suddenly burst out singing
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark, green fields
On and on and out of sight”
These words were written
After the war to end all wars
And after fifty years of fighting
We've peace for as many years
Now bridges are being broken
And the walls are being restored
“Everyone's voice was suddenly lifted
Beauty came like the setting sun
My heart was shaken with tears
And horror drifted away
Oh, but everyone was a bird
And the song was wordless
The singing will never be done”
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6. |
Two lonely Cars
04:00
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Two lonely Cars
An escaping sheet of paper running through the vinyard
A pale sun attends my silent days
There´s nothing to be heard, the wind gusts carry away all noises
Take with them all the sounds
I wish it could stay like that
There´s a moment when you want to give up your rudder
When you want yourself being carried away
There´s nothing to be heard, a storm-wave is sweeping away all dampness
Swallowing all the sounds
I wish it could stay like that
Two lonely cars in the middle of a landscape
And the howling wind with the force of renewal and promises
There was a hint of inspiration in the grey sky
And the strong wind promised life´s force and eternity
The world, our world holds its breath
In January
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7. |
Idols and Images
03:49
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Idols and Images
Get a picture of all our images
Sir Francis Bacon had a whole lot to say
He talked of how we seal our fate and fortune
With the tribe, the market place, the theatre and the stage
The tribe, the innate
I can't do much about it
For I was born this way
The neighbours are my kin
And the speech within I live
Colours my every day
Ah me, I'm subject to my own images
The tribe, the market place, the theatre and the cave
The tribe I can hardly change
But I can choose the market place
To the theatre no surrender
And I could leave the cave
I can walk around the market place
Take care with whom I talk
The humble and those of noble birth
The opinions that I hear
Will creep into my ears
And slowly start to mould my own thoughts
The theatre is the whole
The sum of the main
How I see the stars and the earth
But look into my cave
If only I were brave enough
To question all I've learned since my birth
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8. |
Unverhofft
03:49
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Unverhofft
Etwas Kleines, das plötzlich und unverhofft
Groß wird in einem Maß, das einen fast erschreckt
Man steht überwältigt und eingeschüchtert
Vor den Folgen einer simplen Idee
Eine kleine Idee, ein simpler Gedanke
Berührt das Gefüge der Wirklichkeit
Etwas Neues entsteht durch unbekannte Reaktion
Die Verwunderung bleibt:
„Was it in my mind?
Es gab einmal Wochen, da blieben wir
Im Süden aus Gelegenheit
Dann haben wir Wurzeln geschlagen, die Reise ist nun vorbei
Für uns beginnt eine neue Zeit:
„I hope it will be all right!“
Ich träumte von einer kleinen Tochter
Und kaufte, voll Naivität
Ein Stück Kleidung für dieses weit in der Zukunft erträumte Kind
Nun steh´ ich an seinem Bett:
„I wish it could stay like that!“
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9. |
The Bells of Canterbury
03:55
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The Bells Of Canterbury
Beyond the cliffs of Dover
Beyond the silver sea
Beyond the coasts of ignorance
There begins my fantasy
If I could tell you one of the things
That moves me today
I can no longer hear
The bells of Canterbury
They've disappeared
Gone out of hearing
Silenced, like the bishop
Who dared to face the king
Murdered in the Cathedral
By the king's own men
Now the people are the knaves
And the people are the king
And the people are the bishop
And the bells will cease to ring
“No man is an island entire of itself
Each is a piece of the continent
A part of the main
If a clod be washed away by the sea
Europe is the less
Then send not to know
For whom the bell tolls
Send not to know
For it tolls for thee”
Beyond the cliffs of Dover
Beyond the silver sea
No man is an island
And the bell, it tolls for thee
Now the people are the knaves
And the people are the king
And the people are the bishop
And the bells will cease to ring
A piece of the continent
Washed away by the sea
And I will never hear again
The bells of Canterbury
(“No Man Is An Island” by John Donne, 1572-1631)
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10. |
Marée basse
04:13
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Marée basse
Lovée dans le silence, rien ne bouge autour de moi
Les idées claires, mon visage frais dans la chaleur de mes mains
Je regarde la pluie qui ne cesse de tomber
Passent des images floues, poussière vers l´oublie
Mon bateau est enlisé, je m´adosse au grand mat
Mon regard se perd dans les nappes de brouillard qui défilent devant moi
Nous naviguons dans des eaux inconnues sans connaître encore notre cours
L´aiguille de la boussole tourne sans fin, cherche le nord
Aucun point d´ancrage
Nous voici embarqués vers une vie nouvelle, nouveaux rivages à l´horizon
Je me sens un moment entre deux courants contraires
Je reprends confiance, l´espoir est fort et se nourrit de beaux projets
La boussole finira bien par nous guider
Mon téléphone sonne dans le vide, plus rien ne me fait vibrer
Les jours défilent, disques rayés, toujours la même mélodie
On a trouvé un port d´attache, une jolie maison
C´est la qu´on restera, la vie nomade est derrière nous
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11. |
Identity
04:05
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Identity
The world is getting smaller every day
A complex virtuality in every way
The man in the street is reaching for his heart
Searching for identity from the past
The past, we must know, is dead and gone
But the lessons we learn, they live on and on
As peace and freedom were written on the wall
The man in the street was told, he needs something more
Once it was the rich against whom he fought
Now it is the professors, the judges, their fault
The metropolitan, the liberal, the academic elite
Are the ones to crush for the man in the street
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Julia & Chris Simmance Aix En Provence, France
Dear Music-Friends,
We are happy to tell you, that we are out there again, on the streets of South of
France !
Hopefully rather sooner than later we will also add some new recordings on our site here.
Greetings and till then,
Julia and Chris
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