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La Complainte de Mandrin (cover).

It's a french traditionnal song.
If you don't like french langage, I understand and pass on.
But you can also learn french langage, singing with me (lyrics down). :)

Mandrin was... as Robin Hood. I don't know if Robin Hood was a legend, but Mandrin was a well rounded person.
At the end, you can listen the dead of Mandrin. Why ?
Because I'm against the death penalty.

In the piece : Drums, classic guitar (point 1.20), hard electric guitars (2.39, with JCM 900), and so on. The piece growes and growes. Made with Reaper.

Click here >
La Complainte de Mandrin

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The lyrics, here >

Nous étions vingt ou trente
Brigands dans une bande
Tous habillés de blanc
A la mode des, vous m'entendez . . . .
Tous habillés de blanc
A la mode des marchands.

La première volerie
Que je fis dans ma vie,
C'est d'avoir goupillé
La bourse d'un, vous m'entendez. . . .
C'est d'avoir goupillé
La bourse d'un curé.

J'entrais dedans la chambre,
Mon Dieu, qu'elle était grande !
J'y trouvais mille écus,
Je mis la main, vous m'entendez. . . .
J'y trouvais mille écus,
Je mis la main dessus.

J'entrais dedans une autre,
Mon Dieu, qu'elle était haute !
De robes et de manteaux,
J'en chargeais trois, vous m'entendez. . . .
De robes et de manteaux,
J'en chargeais trois chariots.

Je les portais pour vendre,
A la foire en Hollande.
J'les vendis bon marché,
Ils ne m'avaient rien, vous m'entendez. . . .
J'les vendis bon marché,
Ils ne m'avaient rien coûté.

Ces Messieurs de Grenoble,
Avec leurs longues robes,
Et leurs bonnets carrés,
M'eurent bientôt, vous m'entendez. . . .
Et leurs bonnets carrés,
M'eurent bientôt jugé.

Ils m'ont jugé à pendre,
Ah ! c'est dur à entendre !
A pendre et étrangler,
Sur la place du, vous m'entendez. . . .
A pendre et étrangler,
Sur la place du marché.

Monté sur la potence,
Je regardais la France,
J'y vis mes compagnons,
A l'ombre d'un, vous m'entendez. . . .
J'y vis mes compagnons,
A l'ombre d'un buisson.

Compagnons de misère,
Allez dire à ma mère,
Qu'elle ne me reverra plus,
J'suis un enfant, vous m'entendez. . . .
Qu'elle ne me reverra plus,
J'suis un enfant perdu.


Do you want listen another new piece from me, with a nice and incredible virtual accordion ?
It's here > http://www.kvraudio.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=311962
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like you are exaggerating what you are singing to sound a certain way, either cool or funny or both
Yes ! :)
The right feeling is "sad derision".
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I don't speak French, but I liked the song you made. I also am against the State deciding whom it may murder.
My music is a fusion of jazz and funk. It's called "Junk"

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Bravo Daniel. Je l'ai bien apprécié. La musique et la performance sont très bien et le message est très important. Merci.

http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_Mandrin
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_Mandrin

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This is really good. The bass line lacks 'punch' or 'presence' in the mix though.

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:)

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I really liked :)
But as mrblitz000 says, the bass could be more present in the song.

Anyways it's a very good song!

Bravo!

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OK, Xoxos and Meffy, your posts have disappeared.
I want debate also :)

My cover is politic, right. It's a song, a politic song.
I have no translation in english langage about this song. Sorry.
At the end of the song, you can listen gallows.

Politic songs are parts of all the songs. An great part (blues, for example, it seems to me).

So, IMO, how to listen this song without debate about the theme of the song ?
If it's only a debate, yes, I go to the Hyde park Corner.
But it's a song.

In fact, Mandrin is dead not as hanged man, but on a wheel with broken bones. Waow.
I hate torture. My cover speaks about poor people, torture... and the death penalty.

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It's been split off and moved to a separate thread.

To discuss the politics, just start a new thread in HPC. There's nothing wrong with doing that. It's a good subject and deserves discussing. You can start one, Rurik can if he wants to, whoever.

To discuss the music, instruments, effects, or production techniques used, Music Cafe is the right place.

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Quite good. I enjoyed it very much. Thank you.

There was some good news recently on the death penalty front recently, but I'll leave that for HPC.
No longer a moderator.

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one of the obligations of being raised in the u.k. is a tour of torture chambers in london. apparently my comments on the topic are intolerable.

music can be important to peoples lives, opinions and feelings.
you come and go, you come and go. amitabha neither a follower nor a leader be tagore "where roads are made i lose my way" where there is certainty, consideration is absent.

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music can be important to peoples lives, opinions and feelings.
Yes.
Definitely yes.

And now, the lyrics of the song in english langage, translated by google, very, very, very approximately :?

There were twenty or thirty
Robbers in a band
All dressed in white
A fashion, you understand. . . .
All dressed in white
A fashion merchants.

The first robbery
I did in my life
Is to have pinned
The award of one, you understand. . . .
Is to have pinned
The award of a priest.

I walked into the room,
My God, it was great!
I found a thousand crowns,
I put my hand, you understand. . . .
I found a thousand crowns,
I put my hands on it.

I entered into another
My God, she was high!
Dresses and coats,
I was loading three, you understand. . . .
Dresses and coats,
I was loading three trucks.

I carried them for sale,
At the fair in Holland.
'Em sold it cheap
They never did anything, you understand. . . .
'Em sold it cheap
They do not cost me.

These gentlemen of Grenoble,
With their long dresses,
And their square caps,
[M'eurent] soon, you hear me. . . .
And their square caps,
[M'eurent] held soon.

They tried to hang me,
Ah! it's hard to hear!
A hanging or strangulation,
On the square, you understand. . . .
A hanging or strangulation,
On the market square.

Mounted on the gallows,
I watched France,
I saw my companions,
In the shadow of one, you understand. . . .
I saw my companions,
In the shade of a bush.

Companions in misery,
Go tell my mother,
She does see me again,
I'm a child, you understand. . . .
She does see me again,
I'm a lost child.

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if i were king

it would probably be illegal to continue to speak a language once one is proficient in it :) i have always been engaged by the expressions of those who are learning a language, by the honest, raw constructions without the glibness of familiarity. and that extends to raw, mechanical syntactic analysis.

fred's links helped too :)
you come and go, you come and go. amitabha neither a follower nor a leader be tagore "where roads are made i lose my way" where there is certainty, consideration is absent.

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