{"id":1266,"date":"2020-06-12T23:18:19","date_gmt":"2020-06-12T22:18:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/databassist.com\/music\/?p=1266"},"modified":"2020-06-13T08:16:30","modified_gmt":"2020-06-13T07:16:30","slug":"the-songs-we-remember-are-the-sad-songs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/databassist.com\/music\/archives\/1266","title":{"rendered":"The songs we remember are the sad songs"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

French songs of love<\/a> have their own special character, determined not only by the linguistics of the language but also by France’s strong tradition of singer-songwriting with its penchant for intellectual introspection and the beauties of melancholy. ‘The songs we remember are the sad, romantic songs,’ says Fran\u00e7oise Hardy — and she should know, having sung hundreds, many of them written by herself, in a career spanning every decade since the early 60s. Today she is perhaps best known for her versions of Message personnel<\/em>, a song of uncertain love with its regrets and inhibitions, released in 1973, that helped to relaunch her career by fashioning her as an artist with a serious style. The sung part was written by the singer-songwriter Michel Berger; at his urging, Hardy wrote the added spoken lyrics and chose the title.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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She also recorded an adapted version in English (available here<\/a>), which has a less bleak message: the self-loathing of ‘je me d\u00e9teste’ is avoided. The translation below is closer to the original French lyrics.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the end of the line is your voice\nand there are words I will not say.\nAll these words that scare us \nwhen they don\u2019t make us laugh,\nthat are found in so many movies, songs or books.\nI would want to tell them to you \nand I would want to live them.\nI will not, I want to, I cannot.\n\nI\u2019m dying of loneliness, \nand I know where you live.\nI\u2019ll be there, wait for me, \nwe\u2019ll soon get to know each other.\nTake your time, for you I\u2019ll have plenty.\n\nI would like to get there, \nI\u2019m staying here, I hate myself.\nI will not get there, I want to, I cannot.\nI should speak to you, I should make it,\nor I should just get some sleep.\n\nI fear you won\u2019t hear me, \nI fear you will turn out a coward.\nI\u2019m scared to come across as indiscreet.\nI cannot tell you that, \nmaybe, I am in love with you.\n\nBut if you think one day you love me\ndon\u2019t go thinking your story will deter me\nand run, run out of breath,\ncome and find me.\nIf you think you love me one day,\nand if that day you are having a hard time\nfinding where all these paths lead you,\ncome and find me.\n\nIf you feel nauseous from this life,\nif you have become numb from this life,\nthink of me, think of me.\n\nBut if you think one day you love me\ndo not consider it a problem\nand run, run out of breath,\ncome and find me.\nIf you think one day you love me\ndon\u2019t wait a day, not a week,\nas you never know where life will take you,\ncome and find me.\n\nIf you feel disgusted from this life,\nif you have become numb from this life,\nthink of me, think of me.\n \nBut if you...<\/font><\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Translation from lyricstranslate.com<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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