I love her voice and I love her songwriting skill, but what the video provides is what I truly adore: her mesmerizing choreography. Letissier's movements (here refined with the help of choreographer Cathy Ematchoua) may reference moves from a wide variety of beloved genres and moves from other pop stars, but she ends up with a dance vernacular that feels entirely her own...a Post-Modern version of all that came before. I love the addition of some hand movements that feel like sign language or enigmatic gestures; her movements are as full of meaning as her words. And of course the completely unexpected ending is breathtaking and magical.
Beautiful yearning in this story about a chance encounter on a train--one of those moments we've probably all experienced where we are connected to a stranger in a flash and see a possible life with this person.
Souffle saccadé (Staccato breath)
Voilà qui laisse deviner que tout se décide (That's what lets us guess it's happening)
Maquillé comme à la craie (Made up as if with chalk)
Tout détonne et tout me plaît, les mains sont livides (Everything clashes and it all appeals to me, the hands are livid)
Un seul de tes poignets est tatoué (Only one of your wrists is tattooed)
Défiguré par ta manche (Defaced by your sleeve)
Le lion ne sourit qu'à moitié (The lion shows only a half-smile)
A mes solitudes immenses (At my profound loneliness)
Ton visage ne sera jamais entier (Your face will never be whole)
Comme tu regardes au-dehors (As you look out-beyond)
J'emporte un portrait dévoré (I take with me a portrait half-eaten)
Douleur destin bord à bord (Sorrow and fate side by side)
Here's my station...here's my station
But if you say just one word, I'll stay with you
La belle attitude (What an attitude)
Que l'impatience comme certitude, collier à trois fils (Impatience as much as certitude, and a three strand necklace)
Tu seras j'espère (You will be I hope)
Fidèle aux violences qui opèrent dès que tu respires (Faithful to the fury that manifests as soon as you breathe)
D'ordinaire cette ville n'offre rien (Usually this town offers nothing)
Qu'une poignée d'odeurs tenaces (But a handful of clinging smells)
Et cette ville est morte je sais bien (And I know well that this town is dead)
Toi seul garde de l'audace (You alone keep some boldness)
Il faudrait que tu la portes loin (You will need to carry it further)
Alors que d'autres renoncent (While others give up)
Je descends deux enfers plus loin (I go down two hells below)
Pour que l'orage s'annonce (For the storm to start)
Here's my station...here's my station
But if you say just one word, I'll stay with you
We are so lonely
In this part of town
(Mille mercis à ma chère Odette à l'aide de cette traduction--je t'aime!)
And here is her delightful song "Tilted" which again takes advantage of her singular dance vocabulary in a much livelier way.
I will die before Methusalah
So I'll fight sleep with Ammonia
And every morning with eyes all red
I'll miss them for all the tears they shed
But I am actually good
Can't help it if we're tilted
I am actually good
Can't help it if we
I am actually good
Can't help it if we're tilted
I am actually good
Can't help it if we're tilted
I miss prosthesis and mended souls
Trample over beauty while singing their thoughts
I match them with my euphoria
When they said "Je suis plus folle que toi"
But I am actually good
Can't help it if we're tilted
I am actually good
Can't help it if we
I am actually good
Can't help it if we're tilted
I am actually good
Can't help it if we're tilted
Nous et la man on est de sortie
Pire qu'une simple moitié on compte à demi-demi
Pile sur un des bas côtés comme des origamis
Le bras tendu paraît cassé tout n'est qu'épis et éclis
Ces enfants bizarres
Crachés dehors comme par hasard
Cachant l'effort dans le griffoir
Et une creepy song en étendard qui fait:
I'm doing my face
With magic marker
I'm in my right place
Don't be a downer
I am actually good
Can't help it if we're tilted
I am actually good
Can't help it if we
I am actually good
Can't help it if we're tilted
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