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"louis louis"

Play some Music about your Garden
(Homerecords.be, 2008)
Emmanuel Godinot : Flute
Martin Lauwers : Violin
Marine Horbaczewski : Cello
ManuLouis : Voice/guitar

Words and Music : Manu Louis

Rec: Flavio Marreda
Mix/master : Michel Van Achter
Add. voice (2,3) : Mr Diagonal
Picture : Marc Wendelski

Music for Garden / 2007-2009

"...a bit like in good old Mozart's day, you could invite a chamber group into your Garden."

Odémon Latour Lejeune

 

 

 

Louis created a little chamber group to perform music in and about Garden. For three years they played on the grass only and released an album.
Alternating invigorating softness and savage flights of fancy, "Music for Garden” concentrates all that one would wish to find in a garden: a singing butterfly (Papillon! Mais Vous Chantez!), a dead bird (Damned! Un Oiseau Mort), a sex maniac gardener (Gardening with Love), an accidental goldfish murder (les Mémoires d'un Poisson Rouge), a plaster (Sparadrap). Floating on a fresh and elegant music that few would hesitate to call “baroque pop”.

 

film : Lionel Ravira

 

lyrics

1. In the Garden

2. A Treasure

Waaaaahhhhh

I am the midnight Queen, let’s go in that big adventure

let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go

Wahhhhhhhh

We’ll find a treasure in this garden, I can swear it

We don’t need a map, we don’t need to know where to go

Let’s make holes and holes and holes, big holes

We will find, a treasure in this garden mister Parker

Maybe under the tree mister Marker! Let’s cut that tree down mister Snooper

No! We’ll cut that tree mister Father! We’ll cut every tree, if I need to!

Wahhhhhhhh

Could it be under the garden hut?

Well I know It’s yours Pateker and I’m sorry

But we don’t have the choice

Justice want this treasure for Wednesday

Let’s ruin this old shanty

Let’s ruin this old shanty

I always found that dump unpleasant to see, now

let’s dig in (dig in!)

let’s dig in (dig in!)

let’s dig in (dig in!)

let’s dig in (dig in!)

now There is no grass anymore

and we didn’t found a core

Most of you would give up now! but me...

I’m in love,

I’m in love

I’m in love with you treasure

I’m in love,

I’m in love

I’m in love and I’ll find you wherever you are

Wherever you are Baby

Wherever you go Honey

Wherever you sleep Sweety

Whatever you do, I find you, I find you

You see Flipper, I know exactly how to hide a treasure

and I must say unfortunately for you, I think you know it too

You have the treasure Gamer, I know it and from the beginning I knew it.

You know I never fail Palmer

3. Gardening with Love
You are gardening with us

You are gardening with us

Now we’re gardening with love

I want to garden all alone with all alone with alone with you

But we’re gardening in a group

And they’ll garden until night

I ask the boss if we could work tonight with the daisies in teams of two

He says why not you’ll go with Pete and for the roses Stanley‘ll go with Sue

Bees come back, since you are here

Trees smell good in the valley

I want to garden all alone with all alone with alone with you

The garden is like a dream

Every gardener should scream

My heart is so warm, I could light a huge fire and burn all the dead leaves

I want to scream loud enough for plants to hear that I’m in love with you

I scream the loudest I can do

(Hey gardener! Are you in love ?)

Yes I am, yes I am

I want to garden forever yes forever yes forever with you

Your Pollen will give a frame

For our work to get a name

I think it’s only possible if you decide to come gardening with me, gardening with me

I am the best for begonia, we could become the gardeners of the year

Life is beautiful in earth

I thought I only loved flowers!

I will garden yes much faster yes much faster yes much faster for you

Now my rake is like a snake

They call me “golden shovel”

We’ll have our garden, you like orchids we’ll plant kiwis and cook daisies for breakfast

We’ll sing a song for plants to come and cry a tear for trees to live and fruit will all be free

We’ll make coffee with lilac tree and drink lily with bumble bee and be a blueberry

You’ll make honey with the pansy you’ll be my bee, my lovely flea, you’ll fly my little sky

4. Papillons! Mais vous chantez!
Papillon! Mais vous chantez!

Papillon! Mais vous chantez!

Oh Papillon! vous chantez!

J’en ai la chair de poule!

Quelle expressivité

La nature,

Chante avec vous!

Chante avec vous

Chante! Oh chante!

Normalement

ça n’arrive que dans les contes.

Et si notre vie n’était qu’un conte!

Papillon! Mais vous chantez!

Ne vaudrait-il pas mieux vous prémunir contre la grippe?

5. Les mémoires d'un poisson rouge

Poisson rouge, tu ères dans la terre maintenant

Il est temps de retourner en mer

Mais la mer est si loin, tu ne vas pas bien vite

Que fais tu dans notre jardin ? Ouste, Ouste

Mais qu’attends tu la pluie ? Elle ne tombera point.

Cherche dont plutôt ton eau intérieure

Quand je bois un verre d’eau et ressens la pluie

A l’intérieur de mon corps

Toi tu bébète et fais pâle figure

Mon ami couvres-toi tu refroidis si vite….

Venez tous ici, regarder cette joie,

C’est l’ami du soleil

Il sèche a vue d’œil, le petit gringo

Soulignons son courage

Ne sommes nous point tous un peu comme ce vilain

Et non pas du tout

Tu as choisis ta voix et j’ai choisi la mienne

Advienne que pourra!

6. Le blues des enfants

7. Damned! Un oiseau mort!

The bird is dead

The bird is dead

Oh the bird is dead

For a long time, I couldn’t hear no coui coui anymore

And now that I see him lying cold on the grass

The verdict is clear, mister Parker

That bird is dead

Damned, Damned, Damned, Oh Damned

I know who did that, but I just can’t remember

I wrote it here, can you read it mister Pakers? I haven’t my monocle

You can’t be the murderer mister Pacekers!

You stayed with us day and night

You didn’t kill the bird mister Barber, did you?

Mister Paper did you see that bird before he died?

In that case there is no doubt mister Popers

You are the murderer mister Flowers

You have the right to stay silent and call the inspector me mister Painter

From the beginning, I knew it

Even if Parker was my old assistant

I always realised he was never himself when he was in a garden

And this, unfortunately happens very often, with many people

Even with people like you

I don’t mind saying this, I don’t have any good feeling with you anyway

8. Le vol du pollen

9. Courons nus-pieds dans l'herbe

Courons l’après midi dans l’herbe

Cherchons les sentiers

Ils courent les hommes nus pieds

Ils portent les petits souliers en main

Alors heureuses ?

Aux dames de courir maintenant

Il va falloir faire mieux

La première arrivée au buisson

Portera la couronne de carton

C’est l’heure des petites rondes exquises

Et on tourne, tourbillonons

Les femmes conduisent la ronde

Et les hommes s’inclinent humblement

Savourons

On prend de la vitesse

Et puis on ralenti

Pour ne point sur le lilas tomber

Ou se fracasser crâne contre une pomme de pin

Ode, ode à la fantaisie

Tournoyons la pelouse. Festoyons

Mille surprises nous attendent, attendons

Ode ode à déculpabilisation

C’est l’heure de la partie de crocket

Le perdant sera châtié.

Ferdinand, vous perdîmes

Châtions! Châtions!

Lançons lui graviers

Nos graviers lançons

Sur tête, nos ordures vidons

Entourons de papier de toilette le vilain

Dessinons lui une moustache. Dessinons

Les oreilles de Mickey, voilà bonne idée

Plaçons sur ça tête les

Une queue de chien. La queue lui collons

D’amusantes lunettes sur ses yeux plaçons. Plaçons

Autour de lui dansons, comme les indiens

Dîtes-moi Geneviève, pour accompagner cette danse,

ne pourriez de votre roseau nous jouer ?

Charles ! Oui madame. Tirez ces oreilles,

bleu qu’elle deviendront. Partageons.

Le miroir amener. Pour qu’il s’appercevisse

Plaisantons, plaisantons

Et les coups de cannes sur le gredin donnons

Canaillons, canaillons

10. Arbre en feu

11. Sparadrap