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Fred ou la vie en reve
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That could begin with " Once upon a time " .There are a few photos which show a little boy, white socks and a navy blue pair of shorts collapsed on its bed with an accordion there, a guitar or a harmonica in hands. Psychologists still get lost in guesses: Predisposition or premeditation? Difficult to say He however likes to tell that there were artists in his family: a big father singer of music hall and a big aunt opera singer, if you please ! The more years pass and the more the desire becomes strong. The guitar becomes the indispensable object in the middle of his room with the "record player" as we said at this time. The tidal wave Beatles will make the rest, with the others of course: Pink Floyd, Who, Led Zeppelin, CSN&Yand many others. With the initiation to the classical music by the guitar came another universe of determining discoveries. A high-school degree with major in arts in his pocket, he enters Musicology to go out from it one year later, victim of the natural selection of the learned music circle. Then he joined the band Debuire Carmier Georges for a tour in France interrupted by the national service - one year - an eternity! The recording of an album with the group Opal (" La dernière toile du maître”) gave him a boost for a tour again for one year in the term of which the band splited. He pursues his road alone, continuing to write songs which he realizes most of the time himself. He collaborates with other singers (Jacky Couvreur, Mister Franck, DK ritmo) and also composes for publishing. It is not rare to see him on stage during Matches of Theatrical improvisation, shows colourful and rich in events.
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Genre
Pop Electropop
Charts
Peak #195
Peak in subgenre #11
Author
Luc Debuire
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Luc Debuire
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January 24, 2013
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MP3 12.5 MB 320 kbps 5:28
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FRED OU LA VIE EN REVE (texte et musique : L.Debuire) Pour lui la vie n’est qu’un manege Que vienne la pluie ou la neige, Tout est ephemere. Sa vie dans un sac en plastique Sur un chemin trop chaotique L’a foutu par terre. Et quand il n’y a plus rien a boire Qu’il n’y aura pas de grand soir Assis sur un banc il attend… Il rit tout seul, il parle tout haut Il disserte en esperanto Pour ne pas dormir. Quand la nuit n’est pas trop cruelle, Il s’endort au fond d’une ruelle Dans un grand sourire. Le soleil a peine leve Les flics viennent le secouer Pour lui dire de degager. Ref : Qui a jete Fred par terre ? Qui lui a jete la pierre ? Fred quand tu jouais de la guitare Dans une gare ou dans un bar, Les gens ecoutaient. Tu chantais la vie et l’amour De la nuit jusqu’ au petit jour Tu nous emportais. Mais la fourmi n’est pas preteuse Le bonheur la rend malheureuse La morale n’est pas genereuse. Ref : Qui a jete Fred par terre ? Qui lui a jete la pierre ? Je me souviens de nos histoires, De nos revolutions d’un soir Les pieds nus dans l’herbe. Les filles n’avaient jamais peur Elles riaient toujours de bon cœur Dans leur robes legeres. Et quand il n’y a plus rien a boire Qu’il n’y aura pas de grand soir Assis sur un banc je t’attends… Ref : Qui a jete Fred par terre ? Qui lui a jete la pierre ?
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Michel Redon
Feb 19, 2009
Bien cool! :)
Jackyfr
Feb 11, 2009
Une belle chanson réaliste pleine d'émotion. on imagine trés bien Fred! Bravo Luc!