I wrote this song when I was studing in my music school in Rennes, 7 years ago.
I really enjoyed playing it with my classmates. There was a double bass, keyboard, accordeon, percussions, trombone for the improvisation part… I wish I could find the video of the concert we made but I have no idea where it could be.
So anyway, I recorded it again.
One more time, sorry for the quality, I don’t have a proper studio, I’m not a guitar player and the rain and thunder were not really helping !
All ideas to improve this song are more than welcome. Listen to it and tell me what should I do better, what is good enough…
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And here go the lyrics:
Face au monde un homme pleure
Un enfant entre ses bras
le regard vide empli de larmes
debout contemplant sa terre
Tout est perdu, Tout
Ne lui reste que ce p’tit bout de vie
ĂŞtre de Lumière, de Lumière et d’avenir
Un cri du cœur est poussé,
L’homme ne croit plus en la vie
Sous cette terre déchaînée
le corps aimé est enfoui
Tout est perdu, Tout
Ne lui reste que ce p’tit bout de vie
ĂŞtre de Lumière, de Lumière et d’avenir
Oh ! L’enfant s’ouvre Ă la vie
Orphelin de sa maman
Il vivra dans l’incertitude
de secousses imprévisible
Mais la vie reste lĂ
Dans le corps de ce tout petit enfant
Enfant de lumière, d’amour et d’avenir
A cousin of mine use to work for NGOs, in the emergency department. Once she was called to go to Sri Lanka after the big tsunami in december 2004
She went there and took some pictures of collapsed houses, lost fields, destroyed families. She sent me one picture. There was this man, holding his young son in his arms. He didn’t look sad, he didn’t look happy, he was just looking at all the parts of his (?) house that were lying on the ground, nothing was left.
I imagined that his wife was under it, that he had only this child and that it was the only light of life that he had left for him.
The title was just an evidence for me: La Photo (The Picture)