No. 14, "Partons Vite"

Un petit post sur la musique.


Few things frustrate me more than restlessness.  When I find myself in such a state, I often pull my current read out from under my pillow where it is placed for safekeeping while I dream at night.  Tonight, however, I am far too mentally exhausted to comprehend or extract meaning from the written word.  I choose music. Finding a song at a late hour has always been a daunting task: choose one too exciting and one might inadvertently preserve the agitated state; choose one too boring and one will most likely transfer one's concentration and anticipation to the awaited ending of the song rather than the real task at hand, sleep.

Listening to Joshua Radin at night has produced varied results.  Oftentimes, I will drift off into romantic imaginings of a far-fetched love affair, or even friendship, with the troubadour who essentially embodies my vision of the perfect man. I have a 50/50 chance of either slipping into a deeper state of delusion, a slumber cushioned by the gentle tones of his voice in the distance, or simply letting my imagination run wild with such fantasies-- as pathetic and excessive they may be. One of the songs released on his latest EP, "Streetlight," is so beautiful--like all of his ballads--that I have set a limit to the number of times I can listen to it on a given day.  After twenty years, it seems that I still haven't quite achieved an effective way of curbing my obsessive compulsions. I still maintain that there is nothing wrong with passion.

Feist is normally the perfect solution-- the perfect mixture of soothing beats and softly woven words to encourage my mind to surrender to the heaviness of my eyelids, i.e.  "Gatekeeper," "The Limit to Your Love," and, my personal favorite, "So Sorry." Her voice is hauntingly beautiful, and the fluidity of the tracks in her albums makes it easy to fall under her spell whether wide awake or dozing off. Yet, to my dismay, Feist's ballads and melodies have lost their effect in inducing sleep; my mind has mastered its predicability and, for once, has discovered that familiarity has its disadvantages.

In short, I have been in need of a new song to lead me into a state of reverie that consequently ushers me into "dreamland." And to my surprise, this evening I found such a tune.  Oddly enough, I do not even remember purchasing it, nor do I remember it being offered to me as a casual recommendation.  Yet as I was skimming my iTunes library just thirty minutes ago, I came across "Partons Vite" by Kaolin, a French rock band. The lyrics are simple yet moving, and the melody is simultaneously catchy and calming. Wherever it came from, I am glad it settled in my collection, for it is certainly here to stay.

I will end this unusually brief post with the lyrics and a recommendation of my own: give it a listen.

Allez danse, danse, vient dans mes bras,

Allez tourne, tourne, reste avec moi,

Allez partons vite si tu veux bien, dès le jour,

Le soleil brille très haut tu sais,

Mais j'aime ça, je t'attendais

Alors partons vite si tu veux bien, sans retour...

Rit plus fort et parle-moi

De nos projets, de nos rêves tout ça

Donne-moi la main, embrasse-moi, mon amour

Le temps comme ami, moi je veux bien

Mais les amis ça va, ça vient,

Alors partons vite brûler le jour et la nuit

Evidemment, tu l'aimes encore,

Je le vois bien tu sais, et puis alors?

Mais pour l'instant ferme tes yeux, passe ta main dans mes cheveux.

Je veux entendre, ton coeur qui bat, tu sais, je crois qu'il chante pour moi

Mais en douceur comme ça tout bas, comme un sourd

Mon coeur lui s'emballe, il vole haut, peut être un peut trop haut pour moi

Mais je m'en fou, je suis vivant pour de bon

Allez danse, danse, regarde-moi

Allez tourne, tourne, ne t'arrête pas

Allez partons vite, si tu veux bien, dès le jour

Le soleil brille, profitons-en

Je t'attendrai, je t'aime tant

Alors vas-t'en vite si tu veux bien, sans retour

Evidemment, tu l'aimes encore,

Ça crève les yeux mon dieu, tu l'aimes encore

Mais pour l'instant ferme tes yeux, passe ta main dans mes cheveux

Allez danse mon amour! Allez danse!

Faisons de nos enfants des droits!

Fait tourner le monde mon amour, fait tourner le monde

Allez danse, danse, retourne-toi

Allez tourne, tourne, ne t'arrête pas

Allez partons vite, si tu veux bien, dès le jour

J'ai manqué d'air je m'en souviens,

Toutes ses années sans toi sans rien

Même mes chansons se baladaient le coeur lourd

Evidemment, tu l'aimes encore,

Ça crève les yeux mon dieu, ça crève les yeux mon dieu

Mon dieu...