deleted

deleted

Is that a song about gun violence? Sounds pretty brutal tbh.

deleted

Strong women shooting misogynist men?
Better looking for cover...

Now seriously,
Here's some song I love with lyrics I love

Brel is not easy to translate.

Jojo.
So here are some laughters, some wines, some blondes
I'm glad to tell you that the night will be slow to become tomorrow
Jojo,
I, I hear you roar some marine songs
Where some bretons are guessing that Saint-Cast must be sleeping deep inside the fog
Six feet under, Jojo, you're still singing
Six feet under, you are not dead
Jojo
This evening like all evenings we're redoing our wars
You take back Saint-Nazaire, I redo the Olympia, at the end of the cemetary
Jojo
We talk in silence of an old youth
We know both of us that the world falls asleep out of lack of carelessness
Six feet under, Jojo, you're still hoping
Six feet under, you are not dead
Jojo
You give me laughing some news from down there
I tell you "death to the morons", much more moronic than you but who are healthier
Jojo
You know the name of the flowers, you see that my hands tremble
And I know that you are crying to drown in reticence my poor platitudes
Six feet under, Jojo, you're still brother-ing
Six feet under, you are not dead
Jojo
I leave you in the morning for some vague chores
Amongst some drunkyards, some amputees of the heart who have opened their hands too much
Jojo
I'm going to no home anymore, I'm wearing our dreams
Orphan up to the lips but happy to know that I'm coming to you already
Six feet under, Jojo, you are not dead
Six feet under, I still love you

deleted

Les Cowboys Fringants - Droit Devant

"[Be prepared, little boy
The expedition will be long
And even if you never return alive
you should walk straight ahead ...]

When he was as tall as three apples
and he was only a little fellow
They pushed him out of the cradle
Putting him a bundle on the back
The empty luggage of experience
He will set a foot in his existence
We have not arrived yet
That we have to face his destiny

First, you have to cross the river
Which is the childhood of all hardships
There where even his own family
Risks to have him sunken by a torpedo
We will already know if its hull
And his boat will cross the ages
or if he will row hard
in a rowboat filled with cracks

[Chorus ]

Then, the obligatory passage comes
In this sometimes agitated forest
There where, in addition to seeking his way,
You are often lost inside yourself
When getting out of this alley
He can take the paved roads
Or simply accept a precarious avenue
Off the beaten paths

[Chorus ]

Finally, the hostile mountain comes
And his ascension to a thousand perils
Where victories are triumphant
But where falling is often brutal
Only a few people pull themselves up
And manage to plant their flag
Most of them quit half-way
And resign themselves just before the peak

[Chorus ]

When will the age of the assessment come
The important thing is that you are happy
Because you do what you can in life
It all depends on what we got as tools
We all would like to be in command
But the offer is less than demand
If you are tiny or giant
You have to be strong to survive through time

Good luck!"

I found the translation here, the original lyrics are up in teh video commentary.

And quite related :

Chrysalide - Another kind of me (remix by HOLOGRAM_)

"I see a child, he could be mine,
over the shoulders watching the sky,
he wants to touch it, he wants to fly,
dreaming about a blue spacecraft.

Me, it's me, another kind of me,
did I forget promises I made to myself?
Me, it's me, another kind of me,
should I forgive me for the ones I've never kept?

I see a boy, he could be my son,
he's reading book, riding the chimeric world,
watching the ceiling,
and no more sky,
he wanna change the world but he's too high.

Me, it's me, another kind of me,
did I forget promises I made to myself?
Me, it's me, another kind of me,
should I forgive me for the ones I've never kept?

I see a man, he could be me,
he's forgetting the colors of the sky,
invaded by numbers, sucked by money,
dreaming that tomorrow, he could be free.

Me, it's me, another kind of me,
did I forget promises I made to myself?
Me, it's me, another kind of me,
should I forgive me for the ones I've never kept?

I see an old man, he could be my father,
he's sitting in his chair swallowing the night,
thinking of regrets, stiring uo the past,
waiting for the next step, the final flight.

Me, it's me, another kind of me,
did I forget promises I made to myself?
Me, it's me, another kind of me,
should I forgive me for the ones I've never kept?

I see a stone, it could be mine,
it looks like the others, facing the sky,
now everything is silent,
nothing to promise to,
no reason no question,
there's nothing more to do."

I was punchin' in the numbers
At the ATM machine
I could see in the reflection
A face staring back at me.
In the moment of surrender
A vision of invisibility
I did not notice the passersby
And they did not notice me

-U2