My grandfather was wounded in Passchendaele

Arthur Girard_c
This Song For You
(Chris de Burgh)

Hello darling, this is the army,
I’ve just got the time to write,
Today we attack, there’s no turning back,
the boys they’re all ready for the fight.

Yes, I’m well but this place is like hell,
they call it Passchendaele,
In nineteen seventeen the war must be ending,
the General said this attack will not fail;

So I’m writing down this little melody
When you play it my love, think of me…
We’ll be together in this song for you,
And it goes Lalala…sing it darling…Lalala…

They got old Bill and the Sergeant is still out there
Wounded in some shellhole,
They say this war will end all wars,
Oh God I really hope it will,

Oh how’s old England, are they still singing
those songs that we loved to sing,
When all this is over, we’ll go sailing in Dover,
catching fish like we used to with a string,

Oh I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so,
If they get me my love you will know…
We’ll always be together in this song for you…

And it goes Lalala…I have to go now…
take care of yourself my love

I forgot to say my other grandfather was also a volunteer in WWI.

One hundred percent. Not bad for a nation of cowards, racists and fascists, what do you think?

My mom was a civilian worker for the CF, she was executive secretary to the commanding officer at CFB Longue-Pointe in the nineteen sixties.

Most people were more or less  bigoted at the time, and moreso in 1940. And now the right paints itself as staunch allies of Eretz Yisrael. Nice virginity surgery. Guilt and belated patching much? If only the Jews knew how poisonous that ‘support’ is.

And of course Québécois are tribal and racist. Mazel Tov.


The Impossible Dream

From MAN OF LA MANCHA (1972)

Music by Mitch Leigh and lyrics by Joe Darion

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go

To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far

To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause

And I know if I’ll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star

Eye in the sky

Don’t think sorry’s easily said

Don’t try turning tables instead

You’ve taken lots of chances before
But I’m not gonna give anymore
Don’t ask me
That’s how it goes
Cause part of me knows what you’re thinkin’

Don’t say words you’re gonna regret
Don’t let the fire rush to your head

I’ve heard the accusation before
And I ain’t gonna take any more
Believe me

The sun in your eyes
Made some of the lies worth believing

I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools

I can cheat you blind
And I don’t need to see any more
To know that (looking at you)
I can read your mind, I can read your mind

Don’t leave false illusions behind
Don’t cry cause I ain’t changing my mind
So find another fool like before
Cause I ain’t gonna live anymore believing

Some of the lies while all of the Signs are deceiving


We Got By

We Got By, chanté par Al Jarreau 2282209669_9c04477a38_o

Al Jarreau
Album: Tenderness

I hardly had a bellyful
Never knew a new bicycle
Hand-me-down books and shoes
They brought the Yuletide in July

I rode a bus, a train and sometimes
Strolling for miles to a movie show
Singing a song Shoobedoo
While birds and rich folks flew
Right on by

But we got by
Lord knows we got by

Winter wishes wait till June
We brightened July with
that hot dog fun
Tell your mama you’re with Sue
You bring the beans and I’ll
find the wine
Them neon lights were bright
till 2:00
And sneaking back home with
this girl named Jo
I hurried down to say � do »
And stared my first man-child
in the eye

But we got by
Lord knows we got by

And now baby’s got his bellyful
And finally here’s that new bicycle
Working, praying, June to June
And mama’s got LA gleaming
in her eye

And we got by
Lord knows we got by

You see we kept on walking
and talking, hawking
Ooing, cooing, wooing
Loving, tugging, hugging, rubbing
Sugging, fugging, laying, praying, swaying
Letting, fretting, begetting, lying
Flying, trying, sighing, dying.

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Sir Paul: We love you yeah, yeah, yeah



 Photos de La Presse

With a love like that, you know you should be glad!

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Merci, M. Clapton

Photo : Phil Carpenter, The Gazette

Je suis allée vous voir hier au Centre Bell. J’ai passé une bonne soirée. Vous jouez toujours avec votre cœur. Et vous jouez si bien! Et votre pianiste est vraiment fantastique : le solo à la fin de Leila me donne encore des frissons. La sonnerie de cellulaire de cette boomer n’est pas près de changer :D.

J’ai bien aimé mon cadeau d’anniversaire.

J’aurais voulu entendre Modern Girl, mais il paraît que l’album Reptile ne se vend pas très bien.

Merci d’être venu à Montréal, ça m’a fait chaud au cœur de vous voir de près. Faites attention à vous et vivez longtemps, longtemps. Plus longtemps que votre copain George Harrison, dont je m’ennuie tous les jours. I really want to see you Lord… He got his wish.

Il ne l’a pas chantée hier mais j’adore cette chanson. C’est tellement bien dit. Comme quoi les femmes peuvent être dures et superficielles (sous prétexte de «se protéger») aussi.

Modern Girl

Written By: Eric Clapton

She’s a modern girl in a modern world
Where only the strong can survive.
Too many dreams have been laid at her door,
But the modern girl will ride on, oh oh oh.

Where would you fit in the scheme of her day
And where could you fit in her heart?
Trying to be small will get you nowhere at all,
But the modern girl will ride on, oh oh oh.

Don’t throw your love away.
Don’t throw your love away.
Don’t throw your love away.
Don’t throw your love away.

She moves through your life like a warm summer breeze,
And nothing will stand in her way.
The sound of her voice brings your heart to its knees,
But the modern girl will ride on, oh oh oh.

[Chorus 2x]


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Adieu à Oscar Peterson 1925-2007

Photo : Festival international de jazz de Montréal

Il est né le 15 août 1925 à Montréal (Québec) et est décédé le 23 décembre 2007 à son domicile de Mississauga, en Ontario.

Site sur M. Peterson à Bibliothèque et Archives Canada

Son site personnel

Aux archives de Radio-Canada

Hommage sur le site de Radio-Canada et quelques témoignages

Wikipédia en français… déjà à jour!

Sur YouTube : You look Good to Me et des liens vers d’autres pièces

Galerie de photos de La Presse

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