Laure Brisa

Des Comètes 

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Sky Pieces 

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The Letter (Musique : Laure Brisa / Canblaster - Paroles : Ghislaine Vautier / Laure Brisa) 

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I was waiting for my mother

The sun was shining merrily

I was feeling very happy

Then by accident 

I let one nickel fall 

Twinkling and shining 

I couldn’t stop myself

One by one I let each coin fall to play in the sun 

and just  humming to myself.

 

I can still see the coins dancing in the sun.

It was so, so pretty

I was feeling very happy

The sun was shining merrily

 

Let’s sit to the sun 

Let’s stay at the sun 

It’s a shinny day 

Oh My visions  

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The Letter Instrumental (Letter from Ghislaine Vautier to & read by  Emily Harries)

 

Hi Emily,

 

I was watching snow fall on a TV show and it reminded me of a strange, lovely day when I was seven years old.

 

We were living in New York in an apartment on the 10th floor. I was waiting for my mother as we were going out to a store especially for me. I was going to buy a new scrap book ; I loved to do cut-outs of people and animals and different objects which I then pasted into scrap books. I had saved Pocket money to buy a new book and was standing in front of the open window of my room, holding all of my nickels and dimes in one hand. The sun was shining merrily and I was feeling very happy.

 

Then, by accident, I let one nickel fall. It went down, twinkling and shining, all the way to the courtyard, ten stories below. It was so, so pretty I couldn’t stop myself. One by one I let each coin fall to play in the sun and just stood there watching and humming to myself.

 

My mother came in as I let the last one go. She had to do what mums have to do: she sent me down to the courtyard to find my coins. I couldn’t find a single one. So Mummy said; «you will have to save your money again Ghislaine. We won’t go to the store today.» I had to wait for a long time before I could buy a new scrap book which I am sure I would have forgotten all about by now. But I can still see the coins dancing in the sun.

 

Love, Ghislaine

 

 

Oxidised Hearts 

 

Barley Sugar (Paroles et Musique Laure Brisa - Prod, Mix, Arr choeurs : Romuald Lauverjon )

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Barley sugar

of coney island

in the sky

this morning

 

From the train i saw

a little donkey thin and wet

in the middle of a field

and the morning mist

and the blurry trees

and birds on a wire

above walls of taggers

 

Barley sugar

of coney island

in the sky

this morning

 

In my scrapbook i will paste

my memories of you

two braids dipped in ink blue

and a dish of crayfish

and a knucklebones player

and a salamander

 

Barley sugar

of coney island

in the sky

this morning

 

All those women are gone

called to an other place

this train runs on each side of the vacuum

like that young girl with her life on a wire

And i'm reading Yeats

a poem of that crazed girl

"Heroicaly lost heroicaly found"

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Sweet Dancer ( Musique : Laure Brisa - Paroles : W.B Yeats)

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The girl goes dancing there

On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth

Grass plot of the garden;

Escaped from bitter youth,

Escaped out of her crowd,

Or out of her black cloud.

Her poetry, dancing upon the shore

wound, wound wound

She stood in desperate music wound

Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer!

If strange men come from the house

To lead her away, do not say

That she is happy being crazy;

Lead them gently astray;

Let her finish her dance,

Let her finish her dance.

Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer!

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Tango (Paroles & Musique : Laure Brisa - Voix, Prod Rythmique : Romuald Lauverjon ) 

 

She said,

What have you seen in my eyes?

What have you seen in me?

This is not only because I'm pretty

No, no Why me?

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He kept silent

He didn't dare

He stared at her

Space was troubled

He thought

What goes between ourselves

What flows between ourselves

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Something said no no

Something said uh yeah

The real word underneath

Who has ever swum so deep?

You Know?

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No, we know, we know

But we do want

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Have you seen the man, wandering?

Have you seen his broken wing?

Is that him you're looking at? Is that you?

Begging love at the boarder?

Behind his own barbed wire?

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Have you seen that child?

Have you heard the silence of her foodsteps on tiptoe?

To not disturb this deserted banquet

With nobody to share

Have you seen the old woman in the caravan

The bottles of whisky, those generous eyes

And that stagnant anguish

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No, we know, we know

But we do want

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They danced at the boarder

They danced in the troubled water

Their sensitive laught

Their drunken bodies

Their oxidised hearts

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And Trembling you know

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At dawn they doved through space

At dawn they escaped

To this glittering place

Where Butterflies come

Where Butterflies go

We are Butterflies

 

 

Another Place

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La Chambre (Paroles : Laure Brisa / Musique : Laure Brisa, Guillaume de La Villéon / Production : Nicolas Petitfrère)

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A ta place je me suis allongée
j'ai vu mes yeux
dans ceux d'un autre te regarder
Il n’y a rien de grave,
La chambre s'est renversée
 

Et le veilleur attendant que la nuit passe
Tournait ses yeux vers ailleurs
 

Je flotte je sens ton cœur qui bat
Je sais que demain je ne serai plus là
Il n’y a rien de grave,
La chambre s'est renversée
 

Écoute nos corps nous suivent
L'horloge s'est arrêtée
Regarde, nous dansons
Il n’y a rien de grave
La chambre s'est renversée

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Zephyr (Paroles: Laure Brisa / Musique : Laure Brisa, Guillaume De La Villéon / Production : Nicolas Petitfrère)

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The road brought a man

Who came to lie on the stone

He eyed me

All the full moon night long

 

He shook my soul with his eyes

And I played for him, for him

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Seagulls were flying around

The abbey was drowning

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Here ran a tear, oh lord

Please remember

And the wind took him over

The zephyr took him over

 

Cause I asked to the day

I prayed to the day

Under this burning sun

In the empty abbey

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How has he come, how has he gone

He came with the wind

And with the wind he went

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Splendid existence

In gold in red

See the sapphire trees

He brought wild horses

And peacocks from other spaces

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Here grew a blossom, oh love

Please remember

And the wind took him over

The zephyr took him over

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Doors slamming since the dawn of time

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La Servante (Paroles & Musique : Laure Brisa Production : Nicolas Petitfrère)

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My eyes as a beacon, 
Look for you in heaven 
In a sea of clouds  
I say your name 

I just want you 
To speak to me once again  
About the wind 
About this open sky 
We both know that we fell from a height 

I feel asleep now, i'm ready to hear 
Do you see the light 
Behind my door? 
Will you enter? 
I'm dreaming of a field 
In the center 
There is a tree 
Made of our bodies 
Connecting heaven and sea 

Thus love crossed the sky 
Wearing the hair of a star, 
Dead since the dawn of time 
The story above

 Flows over us 

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Sorrows

(Musique Laure Brisa , Prod executive + Arr : Nicolas Petitfrère , Prod rythmique : Canblaster  - Paroles : Benoît Gob / Laure Brisa)

 

An eagle cries in the wild sky

Look at this heat

How can he survive ?

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What a day hidden away

Cause i need to heal my sorrows

My life that you ignore is here

And nobody knows

 

My heart takes a breath before the morrow

This lazy day will give momentum

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What a day hidden away

Cause i need to heal my sorrows

My life that you ignore is here

And nobody knows

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October is almost done

Are you gonna come ?

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Coma

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Today is a beginning

 

Today is a beginning 

The metal sea shimmers

Oh My glorious sister

I removed my skins 

To come back to you

And now I hear 

And now I feel 

 

Our sorrows collide and collapse us 

The blind heart holds on to the lie

Find a sword against illusion          

 

Look over the sky 

Look under the sea

How they look alike 

 

Time’s wings are beating 

You’re a tiny twig

Carried by the gusts 

(Turn inward

Enlightened

This place is your home ) 

Beat the rythm of the wind 

Cross the storm as a conductor baton 

 

Oh my glorious sister 

My shinny soul

I’m staring at you 

I swear I will carry you 

I swear I will love you  

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Hamlet Acte 4 Scène 5 - Entre Ophélie  ( Musique : Laure Brisa / Paroles : Shakespeare)

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“A-down, a-down,”

They bore him barefac’d on the bier,

Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny,

And in his grave rain’d many a tear”—

Fare you well, my dove!

You must sing, “A-down, a-down,”

And you call him a-down-a.

O how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his master’s daughter.

There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.

There’s fennel for you, and columbines.

There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we may call it herb of grace a’ Sundays. You may wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they wither’d all when my father died. They say ’a made a good end—

“For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.”

“And will ’a not come again?

And will ’a not come again?

No, no, he is dead,

Go to thy death-bed,

He never will come again.

His beard was as white as snow,

All flaxen was his pole,

He is gone, he is gone,

He is dead and gone, lady,

He is dead and gone,

God, We know what we are 

But we don't know what we may be 

He is dead and gone, lady,

He is dead and gone,

And we cast away moan,

God ’a’ mercy on his soul!”

And of all Christians’ souls, I pray God. 

God buy you.

Good night, ladies, good night. 

Sweet ladies, good night, good night.

 

Kirik ( Musique : Guillaume de la Villéon, Arr : Laure Brisa - Paroles : Laure Brisa / Philippe Jaccottet / Bergman) 

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 Tel est le mystère auquel se heurtent cet homme et cette femme, jeunes encore, assis comme au

bord extrême d'un monde très ancien et très aimé, cherchant à se défendre de la tristesse qui

gagne tout paysage sur le point d'entrer dans l'obscurité douteuse.

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Dans une heure ce sera l'aube, alors je pourrai dormir

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On imagine une comète qui reviendrait après des siècles du royaume des morts

Et, cette nuit, traverserait la nôtre en y semant les mêmes graines

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We were here we are not anymore

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Mais quelque chose de fort me pousse

Et comme le ressac de la mer me fera me retirer puis revenir.....

Que mes bras m'emmène au large là où il y du vent

Qui balaiera mon front et mes pensées en rond

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Moi ce que j'ai dans mes mains

j'en fais rien

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Ni de vous ni de moi

nul ne peut répondre

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À nos jeux d'enfants

j'aurais voulu te connaître

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Pose une main sur mon front

pour me donner du courage

N'abandonnes pas le fil de ma pensée

Prends de mon expérience et réajuste tes pas

Le sel nous reliera

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Mais le fond reste en flamme

et chaque jour allume un cierge a ce qui n'est plus

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Ainsi toute lumière semble t'elle vouée à n'éclairer que le passé.

Ainsi le paradis recule t'il, ne cesse t'il de reculer, pour se situer enfin au commencement du

temps, avant le commencement du temps

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Toi qui dors maintenant

Et qui respires en même temps

Que la mer

Moi, suspendue toute entière

Enveloppée dans la chevelure

De l'air

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Une chose m'intrigue, êtes vous pressé?

J'aimerais vous poser une question :

Une femme qui vit longtemps avec un homme

Ne finit-elle pas par être comme lui?

Elle l'aime et essaie de penser comme lui de voir comme lui

On dit que ça peut changer un être

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Elle a levé les yeux vers lui, c'est à peine si elle ose lui parler, faute de savoir s'y prendre;

c'est aussi que rien est plus difficile, que chacun évite de trahir sa fierté et son secret.

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Nous avons vu briller ce monde, tu le sais

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Toi qui dors maintenant

Et qui respires en même temps

Que la mer

Moi, suspendue toute entière

Enveloppée dans la chevelure

De l'air

 

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Le Mambo ( Paroles & Musique Laure Brisa ) 

Elle marche dans des flaques

Elle parle à la nuit

Elle serre ses mains

Elle s'agenouille,

Elle demande

‘’Est-ce ici?''

Silence à perte de vue

Elle a

Quelques goûtes écaillées sur ses joues

 

She"s walking in the puddles

she's talking to night

she hold her hands

 

Elle se dit meurtrière

Elle se souvient du mouvement de sa chute

Elle regarde filer les comètes

Ses yeux font des trous dans le ciel

Elle y voit au delà

Comme on voit sous la mer

Des filaments d'ampoules

 

Elle sait la beauté plus haut,

La nature flamboyante

 

away away....

 

Elle se sait être écrite

Condamnée

Elle a le vertige,

Elle a chuté pour n'avoir pas écouté

Ses battements de coeur

Elle imagine le plan de sa fuite

Elle pense que sans l'apesanteur

Elle chuterait à l'envers

 

Il n'y a pas de seigneur

Il n'y a pas de seigneur

Bien plus loin dans le livre

Elle saura qu'elle a

Dérivé depuis longtemps

Depuis la nuit des temps

 

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