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Post by Patrick Adores on Mar 6, 2017 2:24:13 GMT 1
Chinese national selection winner and to represent China at the FoIM 19 in Helsinki is Jane Zhang with her song "Battlefield".
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Post by italix on Mar 6, 2017 9:28:39 GMT 1
Liane: Hello, I am Liane Foly, and this is André Manoukian. We have been chosen to introduce you the French song that will compete for the Festival of International Music 19. You may have heard from this young artist, who is from Lyon like us. She is 28 years old and her name is Alexandra Maquet. For her stage name, she put together the two first letters of her first name and the two first letters of her last name... You get it? André: She is going to sing an acoustic version of the song "Ivre". I must say that the lyrics are brilliant. If you want to understand the song, you can make a parallel with the poem "Le bateau ivre" by Arthur Rimbaud. The common thema of the song and of the poem is the experience of living. Like Rimbaud, Alma let her spirit drift between euphoria and sadness and feeds her soul with all these feelings. Like Schopenhauer said... Liane: That's exactly WHY the French committee asked me to be with him! Thank you André, I think we get it! You will find the lyrics of the song below with a translation in English. André: I just want to add that the power of the lyrics is a bit weaker in English because choices had to be made in order to translate the song. "Ivre" has many meanings (litteraly "drunk" but can also mean "dizzy", "ill", "confused"...). Same for "(se) saouler" wich litteraly means "to get (himself or someone else) drunk" but can also mean "to get sick of"... Liane: I'm sure you have already heard the song "Requiem". This one is completely different, much more intimistic with only Alma's sweet voice and a guitar. We hope you'll like it! André: Kant said: "Is beautiful what is known without any concept as an object of a necessary satisfaction" and we can definitely say that this song is beautiful! Liane: Thank you André! Do you realise that I lived with him during 11 years? Now listen and enjoy! Timeslot: 2:17+ Lyrics in French: Quand j'ai peur d'être vieille, Quand j'ai peur d'être vue, Je me saoule à l'absence, En l'absence de vertu, J'donne mon corps à la science, Et je me laisse aller, Je n'cherche plus le sens, Je me saoule aux regrets Et à la repentance. A force de me saouler, J'ai saoulé mon audience Et plus personne n'écoute. Et je goûte à la peine Et son goût, son petit goût acide, Se répand dans mes veines. Et pourtant, et pourtant...
Je suis vide, vide, vide, Ivre de vide, vide, vide, Je suis vide, vide, ivre de moi. x2
Je me saoule d'amours mortes, Je me saoule de vie, Je me saoule dans mon lit Quand j'ai peur qu'on m'oublie. Quand j'ai peur d'être seule, Je fais du porte-à-porte Et j'attends que l'âme soeur me transporte. Je me saoule le matin Quand la douleur est reine, Pour un oui pour un rien, Pour fêter le week-end A force de me saouler, Je me suis saoulée moi-même, Plus personne ne m'écoute. Et je goûte à l'enfer, Et son goût, son goût chaud et humide, Se répand dans ma chair. Et pourtant, et pourtant...
Je suis vide, vide, vide, Ivre de vide, vide, vide, Je suis vide, vide, ivre de moi. x2
Et je goûte à la peine Et son goût, son petit goût acide, Se répand dans mes veines. Et pourtant, et pourtant...
Je suis vide, vide, vide, Ivre de vide, vide, vide, Je suis vide, vide, ivre de moi. x4
Lyrics in English: I get sick of silence, I get sick in the sunlight, I get sick of sleeping When I fear to become old, When I fear to be seen, I get sick of absence, When there is no vertue, I give my body to science, And I let it all go, I don't search any sense, I get sick of regret And of repentance. Through getting sick of myself, My audience got sick of me And nobody listens anymore. And I taste the sorrow And its taste, its little acid taste, Spreads into my veins. And yet, and yet...
I'm empty, empty, empty, Sick of emptyness, empty, empty, I'm empty, empty, sick of myself. x2
I get sick of dead loves, I get sick of life, I get drunk in my bed When I fear to be forgotten. When I fear to be alone, I'm going round and round And I'm waiting for the twin soul to pick me up. I get drunk in the morning When the sorrow reigns For any old reason, For celebrating the week-end. Through getting drunk I got sick of myself, Nobody listens to me anymore. And I taste Hell. And its taste, its warm and moist taste, Spreads into my flesh. And yet, and yet,
I'm empty, empty, empty, Sick of emptyness, empty, empty, I'm empty, empty, sick of myself. x2
And I taste the sorrow And its taste, its little acid taste, Spreads into my veins. And yet, and yet...
I'm empty, empty, empty, Sick of emptyness, empty, empty, I'm empty, empty, sick of myself. x4
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Post by Hayastantzi92 on Mar 6, 2017 11:52:41 GMT 1
Armenia 1:30 - 1:55
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Post by shax on Mar 6, 2017 15:06:13 GMT 1
Poland Isabell Otrębus - Voiceless
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Post by rєgícα on Mar 11, 2017 10:23:11 GMT 1
The winner of the first edition of Festival of Australian music has been decided! We wish tkay Maidza best of luck the competition !
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