When I arrived in the States and first started playing my songs in French in different venues, I sometimes found myself in interesting situations. This song is about all these anecdotes about how some people were surprised hearing French Music when they would expect to hear some Folk, Rock or Blue Grass. Most of the time though people were very welcoming with me…It’s been a great ride so far…
Des gueules cassées par le temps, le blues entre les dents.
Et on te serre la main en te regardant droit dedans.
Toute l'Amerique vient ici pour oublier que dehors,
c'est une grande messe sans aucun remord.
"Were you the one singing in the background?
Man, I really dig your sound.
Where did you say you were from?
What the hell are you doing so far from home?"
Un couple d'anciens amants se retrouve vingt ans après.
Ils me racontent leur histoire, trois divorces plus tard.
Un vendeur de pizza a un nouveau jouet.
Caché sous son pull un joli pétard.
"Have this shot on me, one bourbon or one whisky?
With me you're safe, don't worry. I'll protect you, it's a free country."
Another one of these nights when after singing on a stool.
I met some strange cat that treat me like a fool.
Another one of these nights where I listen to stories pour
out of drunken mouths, I'm a French Troubadour.
Suer sur des musiques blacks et bouger son corps.
Les pauvres ont la couleur du blé, les autres ont l'or.
Et moi je regarde tout cela et construit mon destin.
Un soir comme les autres dans un bar américain
C'est une carte postale de l'Amérique dans un club du Nord-Ouest.
"Have this shot, it's on me. Lick my neck, let's go crazy.
I love your accent, it's so sexy.
It turns me on. What's your name cutie?"