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Paris Canaille
Léo Ferré
Que reste-t-il de nos amours
Trenet & Chauliac
La vie en rose
Piaf & Louigy
Milord
Moustaki & Monnot
Rien de rien
Aznavour & Roche
Adieu tristesse
Carlos Jobim
L'Absence de l'ami
Bécaud & Amade
Comme un p'tit Coquelicot
Asso & Valéry
Tu n'peux pas t'figurer
Paul Misraki
About this CD:
The songs, whether happy or sad, come straight from the heart. Stop and listen...feel the depth of emotion they express.
Paris Canaille:
This song originates from the suburbs of Paris and is reminiscent of the “Java” danced around the turn of the century. I hope I have done justice to its zest and fire.
La vie en rose:
During her US tour in 1947, Edith Piaf met the man she considered to be the love of her life, the boxer, Marcel Cerdran “The Moroccan Bomber”. La Vie en Rose was her song for him. When he held her in his arms and spoke softly she saw everything through a rosy glow. In 1949 Marcel died in a plane crash and Edith’s songs became more sombre.
Rien de rien:
Piaf in her turbulent life; by 1960 she is wrecked by drugs and in constant pain from arthritis, yet she is proud and defiant. This is a wonderfully strong song of courage and defiance; many will find themselves understood in those words “I regret nothing”.
L'Absence de l'ami:
Written by Louis Amade with music by Gibert Bécaud. The place at table occupied by his great friend now remains empty forever. A songs for all who have lost someone close.
Que reste-t-il de nos amours: This beautiful song was both composed and sung by the great Charles Trenet, a world star. Whatever remains of the loves of our youth? A beautiful memory.
Milord:
I dedicate this song to the memory of the great Edith Piaf, one of my heroines. Monnot wrote the music and I hope to bring to life Moustaki’s text about a lady of the night trying to console a young naval officer abandoned by his love. It was a poignant song for Piaf who came from the street herself. Created around 1959, there is much sadness reflecting the state of Edith in the last five years of her life.
Comme un p'tit Coquelicot:
A song of sheer poetry, the dialogue between a man and his soul. He talks of the girl he loved in a field of poppies, his kisses left the marks of the flower upon her skin. Next day he found her dead and on her breast was blood like the petals of the poppy.
