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Every year, I introduce you to young people
I will introduce you to one more.
I see about 80 young people a month.
Of the 80, there are three per year who are able to defend themselves.
In this difficult profession which, like all professions, yours in particular
Requires 3% or 5%, say, inspiration and 95% perspiration
And the 5% of inspiration, they generally have them, they don't like to sweat
We find one, just like that, by chance, from time to time.
I met one
Moreover, he is a member of Miller-Larceau, he is a full member, I must say.
Earlier he was playing the piano, later he will play the guitar
At these times when they are not lost on everyone, he paints
And he finds a way to compose strange songs
Which he defends with a personality that is all his own
And when I say personality, it's his own
It is not a pleonasm in the type of profession
Since it is a profession with its grandeurs and its servitudes that we do
Because many fake stars are content to create a personality for themselves
With a puzzle made of defects
Who made other big stars successful
The result is usually less happy.
Here, with its own faults and qualities
My friend Serge Gainsbourg and his songs accompanied by François Marly
And my friend Muller on double bass
Serge Gainsbourg
Don't tell me your life story
You already served it to me
If you have memory lapses
No need to show it
I know it by heart
It's the same as your sister
Always the same song
I know her inside out
It's still the same record
My little odalisques
Round and round and round in circles
33 little turns and then they go away
The pranks are over
The refrains remain
So the lovers go away
Dreaming of the warmth of the stake
From the pious memory of those
Who were once unfaithful
Because they had had enough
Enough of hearing this rehashing
Always the same record
My little odalisques
Round and round and round in circles
How my song turns
You who have the ring on your finger
If it bothers you, take it off.
And you will be able, in bed
Forget your husband
American Rhythms
We will get into the bath
We will go round in circles
I know music
It's still the same record
My little odalisques
Round and round and round in circles
33 little turns and then they go away
They are going to Spain
In our champagne quarters
The castles we dreamed of
Remembering the times gone by
Past to do and redo
Take and retake inventory
Of everything that was just below
Just below your underwear
It's still the same record
But what do you risk?
Since you know it's a fake
You just have to not give it your all
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