Jean Batailleur
I don't know who Jean Batailleur was, but he sure had a sad, sad life. The word obsessed doesn't even begin to describe my current attachment to this song. Holy hell, I almost believe he's a real person and not a figment of the songwriter Zachary Richard's cajun imagination.
I heard Isabelle Boulay sing this ballad in concert last week accompanied by Robert Dethier playing a bad-ass konga. Ok, I had to look up the word konga because bad-ass bongos sounds like weed smoking was involved. And it wasn't. Not exactly... And also because he wasn't playing bongos; he was playing a konga (or conga). There, I even linked it for you so you can see that I'm not making it up. Although, it sounds like a word I might make up...
Passe la bouteille, sers-moi un verre
Plus que je bois, plus je vois clair
Y as pas d'avenir, y'en aura pas
Y a qu'l'amertume et le tracas
Pass the bottle, give me a glass
The more I drink, the more I clearly see
There is no future, there won't be any
There is bitterness and worry
Ok, I confess. I'm obsessed mostly because I find it hot that Isabelle's singing about being an alky. That's just sick. And wrong. Very, very wrong (but hot!).
Labels: Isabelle
« June 19, 2006 4:16 PM | Post a Comment »
2 comment(s):
said:
You realize, of course, that your strange fascination with women who like their booze just gives me that much more motivation (which I really don't need) to spend my time in pubs with my dark and frothy loves, don't you?
So in another 10 years when I've spent all our money on booze (and the requisite loose women who must accompany any spiral into the depths of addiction) and you're hauling my ass to detox, we'll know who to blame, won't we. That's right. You're pretty pretty Isabelle.
yen said:
Ohhh, I see. So when you marry an old, creepy guy, we'll blame Celine? And when you develop an odd Tennessee twang, we'll blame Michelle. And when you begin to speak only in cringe-inducing metaphors, we'll blame Kris. Should I go on? (Please no.)
The moral of the story is that there's never a need to blame Yen.
