The World's most beautiful music: Jacques Brel _ La Chanson des Vieux Amants
>> Saturday, August 23, 2008
in spite of all we're still together
so many years of smiles and tears
how many times we'd part forever
and i would leave for parts unknown
a day a week and i'd feel terror
and crumble on the telephone
and then in bed we'd play confessions
and tell the truth what truth we knew
that's how it's been with me and you
and then we'd start upon a new digression
oh my love
my old, my sweet, my gentle love
from year to year as all the seasons fall
i love you more, you know i love you
in spite of all we're still together
so many years of smiles and tears
how many times i found another
but you loved others too my dear
a day a week and i'd need a pardon
and fumble out the key for home
and take a wound that went unhealing
for you'd forgive without forgiving
but of course we went on living
our sorrows locked in christmas seals
oh my love
my old, my sweet, my gentle love
from year to year as all the seasons fall
i love you more, you know i love you
and sometimes we were almost open
and sometimes we would almost touch
i think we wanted very little
but that always seemed tot much
and did we say we wanted children
i really cannot quite recall
what we wanted was our freedom
to dance through life
i think that's all
we are just surrealist pilgrims
melting clocks in marble halls
oh my love
my old my sweet my gentle love
from year to year as all the seasons fall
i love you more, you know
i love you ... still.
(translation: eric blau, mort shuman)
2 comments:
Sorry I didn't see this earlier. I agree about this song. I know it from Judy Collins' recording of it on her, I believe "Wildflowers" album. The only thing I ever had against it was the fact that it was in French and I couldn't sing along with it. But to listen to it just gives me shivers. There are places in that song that are almost painful because they're so beautiful.
The first time I heard it was on that very same Judy Collins album! In fact, I looked for a recording of it by Judy Collins to post here, but I couldn't find it. So I figured, since Jacques Brel wrote it, it was just as well that I post a recording of him singing it, although his voice isn't nearly as appealing as Collins'. And yes, it is an incredibly beautiful piece. Hauntingly so.
Thanks for dropping by Deni! I'm so glad you did!
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