Un cadre champêtre, une ballade entre terre et mer au coucher de soleil pour vous présenter "The Little things", un titre sur les petits bonheurs de la vie!
The little things
Paroles et Musique de Julie Jeavons
Take a look all around
Ain't the world as wonderfull as it
seems
Ain't it colourful like paintings
Listen up to the sounds
How the music brings to life all you
see
Ain't just like in the movies ?
Just open up your heart then you'll see
The wonders hidden on the little things
Then slowly close you eyes, take them
in
Somewhere out there lie your dreams
Remember you were a child
Living in the moment free
The world as you playground
Your dreams reality
Everyday, live life as though on
purpose and rejoice
Je renoue avec les plaisirs du noir et blanc pour cette vidéo de "A World Worth It All", qui fera partie du nouvel album sur lequel je travaille en ce moment. Cette chanson, sur l'absurdité de la guerre et la question du monde que nous laissons à nos enfants, écrite en l'espace d'une soirée il y a un peu moins d'un an, trouve évidemment un fort écho dans l'actualité de ce mois de Mars 2022
A world worth it all
Musique et paroles de Julie Jeavons
Time after time
We give in to the hate
There's much to be had
For both side share some blame
Yet still we fight
'Till nothing's left but shame
Deep in our heart
Now there's a light follow it
Out of the dark
There's a path now take it
Deep in our souls
Forgiveness lies awake
And so for tonight take a deep breath
and go on save what we might
From the pain and sorrow and let's make
it right
If it's all we can ask for
To leave behind a world worth it all
Yesterday's gone
So now the choices we make for tomorrow
So our children awake to a better world
Than the one we fight for
And so for today think of tomorrow and
save
Whatever's left of our dreams and our
hopes
Let's try our best if it's all we can
for
To leave behind a world worth it all
Give and forgive for evrything
If no one's right then no one wins
If we forget what we're fighting for
To leavve behind a world worth it all
Give and forgive for everything
If no one's right then no one wins
If we forget what we're fighting for
To leavve behind a world worth it all
Thursday, October 21, 2021
Edge of your World
Le touquet,
France, summer 2016
I don't know where inspiration comes from, or what inspiration even
means. All I know is, every now and then, I feel it's the right place
and time to sit down with my guitar and write a song. This is one of
these times.
I am standing in front of a carroussel set up on the sea front of Le
Touquet-Plage on the West Coast of France. The light of day is
dimming now and the cool breeze of the evening is settling in nicely.
Wooden horses, elephants and cups swing round and round again to the
sound of accordeons in a fairytale dazzle of lights. I like
carroussels. I'm not sure why, because as far as I can tell I wasn't
particularly fond of them as a child. But I feel good here. I'd like
to sit down with my guitar and just play for a little while. I notice
a couple of benches to my left. That would be perfect. Right, I'll go
and drop of my stuff at the car and come back.
I turn around and head back up the Rue Saint Jean, the main walking
street of the town where I have been playing for a couple of hours
this afternoon. It was a nice little session. In fact now would be an
even better time to play here, but I really want to sit down by the
carroussel. As if some mysterious force is drawing there.
Arriving at the car I meet up with my friend Sophie who's travelling
with me. I ask her if it's ok for me to go back and songwrite for a
little while. I then head back towards the seafront with my guitar,
my pen and my notebook.
It is dark now. I sit down on the bench I had noticed earlier. It's
far enough from the carrousel so that I can still hear a bit of the
1930's french songs that are playing, but still quiet enough for me
to write. From the moment I sit down it all goes very quickly. I have
no idea what, or if I 'm gonna write a new song at all, but I can
tell the mood is right. Time to give it a shot. I randomnly put on a
capo on the 3rd fret, start of with a D chord followed by
a F#m. The words « Meeting you somehow, wondering
where you've been » come out almost simultaneously. From
then on I know what the song is about, and the whole process of
writing it goes down very naturally. Within a matter of 20 minutes or
so I have it. The missing lyrics I will complete within the next few
of days.
There is something trully magical about the whole thing. I know now
that this song was waiting for me here. Maybe she was with me all
along, and this was the place for her to come to life. All I know is
that there is nothing like these few seconds in which a new song
takes shape for the first time. It's just one of the best feelings in
the world. Maybe like a miner who just struck gold, only so much
better. Because this song isn't just for me. In time it will come to
mean as much to someone else. Maybe even more. It will have a life of
it's own through the hearts of those who'll take her in. I feel
blessed to be the messenger.
