Francis Cabrel (born 23 November 1953 in Agen, France) is a French singer-songwriter and guitarist. Inspired heavily by Bob Dylan, he produced a significant number of albums falling mostly within the realm of folk, with occasional forays into blues or country. Several of his songs, such as "L'encre de tes yeux" and "Petite Marie" have become enduring favourites in French music. His first hit was called "Je l'aime a mourir. Others, such as "C'etait l'hiver"
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## To: jamesb From: Dave Brokenshaw Date: 12 Aug 93 11:55:55 BST Subject: Carte Postale, by Francis Cabrel Priority: normal X-Mailer: Pegasus Mail v2.3 (R4). Sender: [email protected]
Carte Postale Paroles et Musique de Francis Cabrel
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Brises, les lumi Refroidi, le vin brulant les assiettes. Emports, les mots des serveuses aimables Et disparus les chiens jouant sous les tables.
Dchires, les nappes des soires de noces. Oublies, les fables du sommeil des gausses. Arrtes, les valses des derniers jupons. Et les fausses notes des accordons.
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Goudronnes, les pierres des chemins tranquilles. Releves, les herbes des endroits frqgiles. Dsertes, les plqces de ftes foraine. Assches, les traces de l'eau des fontaines.
Oublies, les phrases sacres des grand-p Aux tres des grandes chemines de pierres. Envols, les rires des nuits de moissons. Et allums, les postes de tlvisions.
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