Songs by Eric Humbert
Une chanson sur la chance, facteur le plus determinant dans nos vies. Le personnage de cette chanson est un mec qui a eu de la chance, comme nous tous plus ou moins, mais qui l’a oublié.
Il se sent fier de ce qu’il a, fier de ce qu’il est, alors qu’il n’y est justement pour pour pas grand chose. Fier de ses gènes, de son milieu, de là où il est né. Il peut se sentir supérieur aux autres, ou ne les comprend pas, alors que les autres n’ont juste pas eu la même chance. C'est comme s'il était fier d’avoir gagné au Loto.
Il pense que l’expression « on a que ce qu’on mérite » est vraie, alors que la plupart du temps on a surtout ce que l’on à la chance ou la malchance d’avoir.
I’m proud of the colour of my eyes
I’m proud of all the stuff I buy
I’m proud of my country
Proud of my family
I’m proud of what I am
Don’t tell me what I do
I’m so proud to be
A Lottery Winner
Don’t tell me what I do
Just look at what I am.
I was born in here
This was the good ticket
I deserved to win, I guess
I deserved to win, I know
I’m proud of what I am
Don’t tell me what I do
I’m so proud to be
A Lottery Winner
I’m proud of my blue jeans
I’m proud of my genes
I’m proud of what I am
Don’t tell me what I do
I’m so proud to be
A lottery Winner
I made the good choice
And I won’t share my gains!
We drew the winning ticket
Why didn't they do the same?
I made the good choice
And I won’t share my gains!
We drew the winning ticket
Why didn't they do the same?
Une chanson sur le deuil, le manque, l'amour crié dans le vide.
It was crying
That awoke me that night
Your final fight
Had come to an end
You wouldn't have wanted us sad
But who can be that strong
Nothing can balance your loss
You're just not here.
Or only in my heart.
You said you had
Just for a while
But knew you would
Never come back.
I know that you can’t here me
I know it’s just a sad song
But I just want to yell
That I love you
And if you’re not here
I’m still you.
If you’re not here
I’m still you.
Une chanson d’amour plus légère. C’est l’histoire de la rencontre entre un garçon seul qui parle aux nuages et une fille seule qui parle aux arbres. Cette rencontre change la musique de leur vie.
He was talking to the clouds
felt he was knocked out in the first round
Alone, he missed someone who understands
She was talking to the trees
felt she was unknown poetry
Alone, she missed someone who understands
And hopefully
clouds talk to trees
And they told the lonely hearts
they knew someone just right for them
And now that they found
each other's hands
They're talking to the stars
Floating around
in outer space
they're trully living
Une chanson d'humour noir, qui pose joyeusement la question:
Quand va t’on creuver ?
Et qui s’amuse du fait que des gens meurent en permanence mais qu’heureusement la plupart du temps on s’en fout !
One day, you’re laughing and smiling
The day after, you’re dead!
One day you’re riding or biking
Then a truck drive over your head!
One day you’re happy singing
The day after, you’d better pray instead!
One day you’re kissing, you’re loving
The day after, she’s dead…
Who’s gonna die today?
Maybe me… maybe you…
Sometimes people die!
Sometimes it’s even real people that you know,
and it’s sad! so sad
But sometimes it’s just other people
that other people know
And you don’t care!
One day, you’re laughing and smiling
The day after, you’re dead!
One day you’re heart is beating
Then it’s stone-dead
One day the life light is green
Then it turns red…
One day you get a new painting
The day after, you get a cancer instead
Who’s gonna die today?
Maybe me… maybe you…
Sometimes people die!
Sometimes it’s even real people that you know,
and it’ s sad! so sad
But sometimes it’s just other people
that other people know
And you don’t care!Une chanson d’amour. Le réconfort que l'on peut avoir quand la nuit, pris d'angoisses, on contemple la personne que l’on aime dans son sommeil. Elle dort paisiblement et tout le reste devient sans importance.
You're laying in your sleep
I hear you breathing and nothing matters.
The fear at night
Of what could go wrong
The fear of losing you
Your love your arms
And how could I forget
The threat in every day!
And how could I forget
The threat in every day!
You're laying in your sleep
I hear you breathing and nothing matters.
The fear at night
Of what could go wrong
The fear of losing you
Your love your arms
And how could I forget
The threat in every day!
And how could I forget
The threat in every day!
Hommage à l'écrivain romancier Romain Gary. Cousin vit seul dans le grand paris avec son python. Statisticien chez IBM il se sent très seul. Son python ramené d'Afrique parce que ça donne des perspectives s'appelle gros câlin , car quand il s'enroule autour de lui, il sent comme 2 longs bras qui l'étreignent. Il est persuadé qu'il va épouser un fille de Guadeloupe avec qui il reste silencieux tout les matins, dans l'ascenseur de son bureau.
Nobody notices me
Except when I’m out with my python
I enjoy people looking at me
But they’re afraid and they call the police
But I’m gonna get married with
This girl from the islands
She knows that I exist
She smiles at me in the lift
I live in a demographic city
Try to be one among millions
I feel so dangerously close to zero
that I wish I could be just two
When the world is missing outside,
there’s still my python by my side
It coils up around my heat with no harm
Hugs my body with its long arm
But I’m gonna get married with
This girl from the islands
She knows that I exist
She smiles at me in the lift
Each morning at the office, I wait
for her to get into the same lift
She’s wearing boots and a mini-skirt
Each floor is a stop on our lovers’ trip
But I’m gonna get married with
This girl from the islands
She knows that I exist
She smiles at me in the lift
And I do my best silence
While we’re travelling in the lift
Sur l’instinct de conservation. Qu’est-ce qu’on serait capable de faire si notre entourage civilisé, résultat de millénaire de civilisation venait à s’écrouler , par exemple guerre civile. On pense trop que la paix est acquise, alors que la paix ça se travaille tous les jours.
My world is a friend,
So close and familiar,
That I could think,
It was born with me.
My world 's filled with men,
Whose behavior seem so natural,
Cause it's the one
I have always seen.
My world yet was built
By million men brains and hearts
And blood .
My world is fragile,
And we can come back again,
As history can tell,
Barbarians.
Where would I run ?
Where would I hide ?
Who would I kill to save my folks ?
When my world .... has come back to wild.
Sur le divertissement.
Watching TV makes me busy
Video Games makes me busy
News of the wold make me busy
It's seems that life is easy
I'm entertained, and hours
Pour like seconds, wherever
And when my last day has come
I'll wonder where They're all gone
Everyday work makes me busy
Looking for sex makes me busy
News of the wold make me busy
It's seems that life is easy
I'm entertained, and hours
Pour like seconds, wherever
And when my last day has come
I'll wonder where They're all gone
Une chanson Peace and Love, car c'est un message qu'il ne faut pas se lasser de répéter. Ca peut sembler niais. Mais dans les années 60 on militait pour la liberté, et personne n'aurait voté pour des partis fascistes comme aujourd'hui. Donc le message est loin d'être passé.
It's easy to be mean or intolerant
Always have someone to blame is convenient
It's easy to fall in love and to have friends
Easy to find people to hate or even kill
It's not easy to love
people we don't know
But it's the only way
For us to live in peace
We say it's a foolish dream
When we don't want to try
What if God was a sparse consciousness
that universal love is the safe way to go
Ans as it's opposite to our natural instinct
We believe this thought is coming from above
It's not easy to care
for who don't care for us
But it's the only way
For us to live in peace
Think of them as ourselves
Don't we want to be loved ?
It's not easy to love
people we don't know
But it's the only way
For us to live in peace
We say it's a foolish dream
When we don't want to try
Une interrogation sur la meilleure façon de vivre sa vie, entre action et contemplation.
Once i met an old man planting a tree
in its garden and i wondered why
He said he always liked to live is life as if
he would never die eventually
That was a surprise, i thought how interesting
I used to do the other way around
I always live as if I'll die tommorrow
You wish you had time
to do nothing
You wish you had time
to do more things
Should I jump in
Add my own melody
Or should I just sit
And enjoy the music
Is it best to be a bird
fighting gravity
Or a snake feeling earth
all along its body
You wish you had time
to do nothing
You wish you had time
to do more things
Copyright: Eric Humbert & cheeri
Copyright: Eric Humbert
