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Histoire de comprendre...

Merci à S. et Cécile...



(Vide)

Gérard PRESGURVIC / Patrick BRUEL
Ed. Intersong / M.N. Tevel




(Jusqu'au bout)

Patrick BRUEL / Mario Santangelli
Ed. Intersong / M.N. Tevel




(Marre de cette nana-là)

Patrick BRUEL - Gérard PRESGURVIC / Gérard PRESGURVIC
Ed. Francis Day / EMI Music




(Puzzle)

Musique et Texte Patrick BRUEL



(Comment ça va pour vous ?)

Gérard PRESGURVIC - Patrick BRUEL
Ed. Intersong




(Non, j' veux pas !)

Gérard PRESGURVIC / Gérard PRESGURVIC - Patrick BRUEL



(Regarde devant toi)

E.AUBERGER - Patrick BRUEL - J-Y.D'ANGELO - M.KATCHÉ - K.RUSTAM



(Tout l' monde peut s' tromper)

Gérard PRESGURVIC - Patrick BRUEL



I'm driving towards you (J' roule vers toi)

Musique et texte Patrick BRUEL
Ed. 14 Productions / EMI Music
Translation : Cécile Vasseur


We had finished the concert at 2 a.m.
In my hotel's bedroom, I was fighting with the air conditioning
One more time I'm missing you, I'm at 5 hours drive of Paris
Then if I would leave now, I will be at 9 am in your bed

I slipped into my jean, my sport shoes and my jacket
And I directly left without to wonder
On the road it's wet, I've got eyes full of sleep
I drank 14 coffees my heart is waking up

I spent so many times to look behind
To collect any kind of ephemeral stories
But in every smile I was searching for your look
But in every look al the rest was black

But I'm driving towards you even if you don't see me
Even if you are never there, even if you don't wait for me

But I'm driving, driving towards you, even if you don't see me
Even if you are never there

First station, desire of phoning to you
To do as a surprise for you, to say that I am going to arrive
I don't dare to dial your number, I'm afraid of waking you up
In addition you may not be alone, and this could annoy me
I've not open a magazine without seeing your picture
I've not played a note without seeing you in the piano

Done everything to try to meet you by chance
I was pretending of nothing when I was meeting your look

I was walking with girls, I was trying anything
To make you react to make you looking towards me
But at this stupid game, I get into a tangle
But as this stupid game, even if you never win

But I'm driving, driving towards you, even if you don't see me
Even if you are never there

I'm driving towards you
I will wait for the time needed
But I will always be there

Imagine I tell you that I'm arriving in one hour
I'd look like quite stupid with my butter' croissants
Mainly if we are three and we have to share
And that in addition you ask me to get some fresh air in a detached manner

Now I'm here on your door-step
My doubts and my fears, the devil take him
I'd like so much to give you what you can't keep
I'd like so much so much that we try to try

I'm driving, driving towards you, even if you don't see me
Even if you are never there, even if you don't wait for me

But I'm driving towards you, I'll wait for the required time
But I'll always be there and I know that you'll wait for me...



the Flat (l'Appart')

Lyrics and Music Gérard PRESGURVIC
Translation : S.


On the wall, a few photos
Without any thumbtacks, they'll soon fall down
There's really not much left
Just an address and these few shots

chorus
In this flat we've loved each other
Now that I have to leave
I start to remember it

Love was there n° 33
A room looking out onto a backyard
And 40 dollars a month
Love was there n° 33
It was love but we didn't know it

- chorus -

And the sketches we drew on aluminium
And the Choc'soup, my God, how many have we eaten ?
There's really not much left
Just an address and these few shots

- chorus -

I've so much travelled in this flat
That all the maps of the world won't do better
I've spend my youth with a girl in a two-rooms

If it's over today
There are flats elsewhere
If it's over today
There are flats elsewhere
Over...

Now that I have to go
I start to remember it
(...)
Now that I have to go...



(Rêve à part)

Musique et texte Gérard PRESGURVIC



Front view (De face)

Lyrics and Music Patrick BRUEL
Translation : S.


In my mind, I've hidden
My fears, my failures
I've put deep into my heart
All the evenings of resentment
I've given smiles when I had nothing to say
So many times, I've played roles
That didn't suit me

I've made up my eyes
Invented blue skies
To those who wanted to understand
To those who wanted to wait for me
I've looked for tenderness
But without leaving any address
Today I'm here
With deep into me

Two faces, two faces
Feeling like being in front view
Two faces, two faces
The one you give, the one you hide
Front view, front view
You lose and somebody takes your place
Looking at oneself in the mirror
As long as there's place left
In this world whatever you can do
You come down tails or you step back

Running everywhere
To cure an absence
Turning on roulettes
Where there are just the words "maybe"
Ghost casinos
Where you have to play for good
A passing father, a missing father
But I'll break the bank open

Front view, front view
Feeling like being in front view
Two faces, two faces
The one you give, the one you hide
Front view, front view
You lose and somebody takes your place
Looking at oneself in the mirror
As long as there's place left
In this world whatever you can do
You come down tails or you step back

Front view, front view
Feeling like being in front view
Two faces, two faces
The one you give, the one you hide
Front view, front view
You lose and somebody takes your place
Looking at oneself in the mirror
As long as there's place left



(Ca fait des ordres)

Patrick BRUEL - David MOREAU / Patrick BRUEL - Etienne AUBERGER



(Musique vieille)

Musique et texte Gérard PRESGURVIC
Ed. EMI Music




(J'ai l' béguin pour elle)

Musique et texte Gérard PRESGURVIC



See you soon (A tout à l'heure)version live Olympia 1987

Musique et texte Patrick BRUEL
Ed. 14 Productions
Translation : Cécile Vasseur


I really wanted to tell you
That all the things I wrote
My songs, my memories
I found them here

I really wanted to tell you
I was afraid of coming
Here on my own, in front of you
To this funny appointment

In all our habits, there's only one resemblance
It's this loneliness, that makes our differences
I came by chance, game or curiosity
I've seen some possibilities in your looks 
The evenings I was scared
You looked at me and you loved
Every mistake I made

In all our habits, there's only one resemblance
It's this loneliness, that makes our differences
In all our habits, there's only one resemblance
It's this loneliness, that makes our differences

I'm not going to tell you, goodbye
I'm not going to tell you, farewell
Or that we're going to see us again
It's will be a funny game

Now it's time to leave
I keep at the back of my heart 
your letters and your smiles

See you soon




09/11/1997 - 22/07/2000
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