Untitled / Que pour toi
Untitled: why did Tom McRae want to give his song no title? I thought that this might be explained by the fact that the song evokes a romantic expectation never yet fulfilled: it is an unwritten page of his life, it remains “untitled”. I thought that it might be also out of a prudish reflex, that Tom McRae was evoking in this song a romantic episode that he experienced, so vivid that at the time of writing the text and even at the time of singing it, he had to place it as foreign to him, to deny its autobiographical part. In the very rhythm of the song is inscribed a kind of difficulty to breathe; the song speaks to me of unbearable love, when one no longer feels like existing without the other, when there can be no peace except in the presence of the other.
Que pour toi (only for you) : a candid admission of emotional dependency, of helplessness in the face of overwhelming feelings; waiting, as in the original song, for a calmness – and even salvation – that can only come from the other.
Untitled
Written by
Tom McRae
Get me out, get me out, get me out of this room, let me see / Cut it out, cut it out, rip it out from this wound, let me bleed / But wait now, wait now for me, won’t you?
Shut it out, shut it out, black it out with the night, to put me at ease, won’t you? / Talk it out, talk it out, yell out to the ghosts that stalk the street / But wait now, wait now for me
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And we'll sail on the high tide / Drift on the open sea / I’ve been waiting for so long
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Take my hand, take my hand, kiss me softly, then take your leave, won’t you? / Sit down, sit down, take the weight of me, let me grieve / But wait now, wait now for me
And we'll sail on the high tide / Drift on the open sea / I’ve been waiting for so long
But wait now, wait now for me
And we'll sail on the high tide / Drift on the open sea / I’ve been waiting for so long
Que pour toi
French kiss by
François Godin
De l’amour, de l’amour, je m’avoue junkie, besoin d’osmose / À ses coups, à ses coups, qui laissent groggy, je m’expose / Je rêve d’une chute à tes pieds
J’en dis trop, j’en dis trop, tu me fais tant d’effet, je dérape / Et s’avive, et s’avive, la crainte que vite fait, tu me zappes / Malaise, pattern trop familier
Oui je sais je m’y prends mal / Qu’y puis-je si mon coeur s’emballe ? / Je n’en ai plus que pour toi
Bon d’accord, bon d’accord, juste un plan cul, une baise / Prends ma main, prends ma main, ne la lâche plus, ça m’apaise / Je rêve d’une chute à tes pieds
Oui je sais je m’y prends mal / Qu’y puis-je si mon coeur s’emballe ? / Je n’en ai plus que pour toi
Je rêve d’une chute à tes pieds
Oui je sais je m’y prends mal / Qu’y puis-je si mon coeur s’emballe ? / Je n’en ai plus que pour toi
Obsessed
Translation of the
French adaptation
Love, love, I admit to being a love junkie, needing osmosis / To its blows, to its blows, that leave me groggy, I expose myself / I dream of falling at your feet
But I say too much, I say too much, you have such an effect on me, I’m going off the rails / And the fear that you might quickly zap me gets stronger, and stronger / An all too familiar pattern of uneasiness
Yes I know I'm going about it the wrong way / What can I do if my heart is racing? / I’m obsessed with you
Okay, okay, just a fuck, let’s fuck / Take my hand, take my hand, don't let go of it, it soothes me / I dream of falling at your feet
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Yes I know I'm going about it the wrong way / What can I do if my heart is racing? / I’m obsessed with you
I dream of falling at your feet
Yes I know I'm doing it wrong / What can I do if my heart races? / I’m obsessed with you
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