♥...My Very Special One...♥

 

Une petite triste histoire

Jane est mélancolique ce soir

Elle a écoute toutes les chansons de The sad snowman

Et peu à peu

Elle s’abandonne sur son lit

Le monde est sospendu

Maintenant elle dort

Quand elle rêve, elle pense a lui:

je veux le connaitre

she sent him some mails

he was “strange” , sad, but he was always very kind with her

I don’t know if they become “friends”

She was a fun and she still really is

But one day she received a letter:

hier le Bonhomme de neige est mort…

they said to her: but you didn’t know him…

Jane: Je m’fou!

Elle pleure, sospire, se tourmente

Je ne vois plus les traits,

mais j’entends encore sa guitare et sa voix.

C’est la follie…

Jane “a aimée” The sad snowman

She sings alone her favoirite song

(c’est lui qu en écrit les paroles)

A seven letter word

W.I.N.T.E.R.S

Qu’est ce que ça voulait dire

Le Printemps arrive

Le temp n’arrete pas, mais le souvenir reste

Il y a de musique partout, mais pas pour toi

Jane: dis-moi la vérité

Tell me it wasn’t just a dream...

  A Century of Covers of Belle & Sebastian...

lonely...

A Little Sad Story...

A story of Jane and him.


Jane is melancholy this evening
she has listened all songs of him
and a little later
she drops
on her bed
the world is hanging in space
now she's sleeping
when she dreams
she thinks about him.

She sent him some mails
he was strange,
sad but he was always very kind with her
I don't know if they became friends
she sings alone a song
a sad song
with a seven letters word
w.i.n.t.e.r.s.

One day, it was a sunny day
they had a date near the subway

he was reading a newspaper
she got to know him and he kissed her cheeks
they went in a bar
He had a cup of coffee and she drunk a glass of water
they talked about graphic design and life
Jane thought: the privilege is mine
he was distant, reserved.
She took him to his job, they walked in the street
but he wanted to be free.

He was very embarassed, shy and diffident
she brought to him some presents,
he loves little gifts!
She feels very good with him
she embraced him twice
she knows: the boy is not mine
she didn't understand that it was the last night
he didn't want to see her again because she made some mistakes.

One day like any day
something special happened
she met him in the train
he only said"Hello" to her
and she went far from him
she didn't bring a gift
he was with a friend
she felt very bad
she changed house and job
she thought that she'll find another work
she miss him every day,
she hopes to see him again
she still really is a fan
Jane: tell the truth, was it just a dream?

Melancholy comes
she wants to dream him
'cause she loves him
she wonders  if he 'll be the same
she would like to walk with him again...

The 6th of July something special happened again

she telephoned to him

 to say "I'm sorry for all that I did"... he said:
But...You can't ask me sorry every 5 minutes...everything is been forgotten
... nothing happened...You're forgiven, are you happy?-

Now she's HAPPY, VERY HAPPY...
she loves him....yes, she loves him...but he doesn't know...
she 's listening A song for someone and thinks...

He also said :you have to be a little bit quiet...-

She wants to see him again....she miss

Song for Someone (THE FRAMES)

A Song for Jane

Dryin' up in conversation, still
My head was halfway round the world
And workin' through the sleepin' hours
Driven by the promise of a quick return
And I wonder if she'll be the very same
And I wonder if she's gonna break the waves
Again...

Tryin' just to focus on the good
I'm tired of divin' for the pearls
And every dawn is another morning less
I have to wait to wake beside that girl
And I hope she's gonna be the very same
And I hope she can survive this wave again

And if we're all for someone
And if we're born for someone
When will she come, that someone?
And put things in their place...

"La musica è la tua propria esperienza, i tuoi pensieri, la tua saggezza. Se non la vivi, non verrà mai fuori dal tuo strumento."(Charlie Parker)

Covers by Belle & Sebastian

Imaginary Love

Aya Takano-Earth, 2006

Candelozze

Irina Lazareanu

Chiho Aoshima-Straberries fields, 1993

Do not open until January 5th

"If kisses are snowflakes I would send YOU a blizzard

IF YOU CLOSE THE DOOR

one, two, three...
If you close the door
the night could last for ever
leave the sunshine out and say 'hello' to never
all the people are dancing and they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me
but if you close the door
I'll never have to see the day again
if you close the door
the night could last for ever
leave the wineglass out
and drink a toast to never
Oh! someday I know someone will look into my eyes
and say 'hello'
you are my very special one
but if you close the door
I'll never have to see the day again
Dark cloudy bars
Shiny Cadillac cars
and the people on subways and trains
looking grey under rain as they stand disarrayed
all the people look over in the dark
and if you close the door
the night could last for ever
leave the sunshine out and say 'hello' to never
all the people are dancing and they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me
'cause if you close the door
I'll never have to see the day again
I'll never have to see the day again
once more
I'll never have to see the day again...