le chauffeur (the driver)

2 days ago by @ambroise · @rowanb

Liner Notes

Ambroise :
I heard in the netherlands kids usually use bikes to drive to school or extracurricular activities when in most developed countries their parents have to drive them there (

). I’d love to seen that happens in my town, but i’d still be nostalgic of this strange time spend with my kids even if it can’t even look at them.
I can’t decide if this song is un dorian or un ionian mode (or both, one after the other) so I’m gonna claim it’s both for mode challenge ! :P

I recorded it with a dull programmed drum, but I felt like it needed something warmer. @rowanb agreed to play bodhrán and spoons on it and it sounds amasingly better.

#chanson #french #withtranslation #dorian #ionian #modal-challenge
#harmonica #bodhrán

Lyrics

(lyrics in english below)

Faut sortir de la ville, mais à c’tte heure-là, ça passe
Se méfier du radar dans la rue du Canal
Slalomer les ronds-points entre les grand’s surfaces
Et continuer tout droit sur la rout’ national
Je préfèr’ maintenant qu’à ton précédent club
Dans les sens interdits brouillant le centre-ville
Fair’ des tours de quartier en stressant à pleins tubes
Trouver où se garer — et pas en double file.

On est combien d’parents en route chaque soir
Malgré la météo à conduire les gamins
L’été sous le soleil et l’hivers dans le noir
Pour qu’ils fassent leur sport, leur musiqu’ leur dessin ?
J’ai été pédagogue, infirmière, diplomate,
agen’administratif, animateur vacance…
Être parent c’est riche, on prend des compétences
Pis là je fais chauffeur mêm’ si c’est pas l’éclate

P't'êt’ que demain l’essence n’aura plus d’existence
Et qu’on adaptera les rout’s pour le vélo
Les enfants cicul’ront seuls et sans surveillance
Et les parents rest’rons chez eux pour l’apéro

pont musical

Comment tu t’souviendras des heures accumulées
Passées sur la banquette à regarder dehors
Le décors qui défile en s’laissant transporter,
En attendant sag’ment d’arriver à bon port ?
Faut sortir de la ville mais à cette heure ça passe
On parle de l’école ou ton anniversaire
On manèg’ les ronds-points entre les grand’surfaces
Amus’-toi bien trésor, prend ton sac on arrive

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You gotta get out of town, but at that time of day, you'll be fine
Watch out for the speed camera in Canal Street
Slalom roundabouts between supermarkets
And continue straight on the national road
I prefer it now than at your last club
Amidst the one-way streets blurring the city centre
Doing laps around the block, stressing full blast
Finding somewhere to park - and not double-parked.

How many parents are we, on the road every night
Despite the weather, driving our kids
Summer under the sun, winter in the dark
So they can do their sport, their music, their drawing?
I've been a teacher, a nurse, a diplomat,
administrative officer, holiday leader...
Being a parent is rich, you pick up skills
And now I'm a chauffeur even if I'm not having the time of my life

Maybe tomorrow petrol will no longer exist
And we'll adapt the roads for the bike
Children will cycle alone and unsupervised
And parents will stay home for the aperitif

(musical bridge)

How will you remember the hours you spent
on the back seat looking out
The scenery passing by as you let yourself be transported,
Waiting composedly to arrive at your destination?
You gotta get out of town, but at that time of day, you'll be fine
We're talking about school or your birthday
Carouseling the roundabouts between the superstores
Have fun, darling, get your bag, we're there

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