A time to reclaim pop gems.
perfect songs hidden in the back of an album, sadly
or abandoned over time ...
... today, Barbara.
perfect songs hidden in the back of an album, sadly
or abandoned over time ...
... today, Barbara.
Barbara, Barbra not .
Barbara is probably the most unknown or forgotten by the great French singers. At least it was for me a long time.
started in the first 50, with versions of Brassens, Brel and Piaf of small cafes, ten years later, as connected with the great songwriters of the time, he recorded his first songs reaching great success in the mid 60's. In the seventies was devoted to musical theater, with the help of Jacques Brel or Maurice Béjart. He died in 1997.
Barbara was a great French song. His style is close to the decay of dark cabaret, is as sad as shocking image, thin and beautiful, and always black. Too weird for the time, but immensely attractive.
published in 1969 in Spain "L'Aigle Noir (dedicated à Laurence)" , one of the most beautiful melodies ever heard. In Spain, especially in the field Catalan, the song served to meet a beautiful young Mallorcan named Maria de Mar Bonet . "L'Aigle Noir" is a great song spectacular and delicate, ascending and deep emotion interpretation.
And Barbara is hypnotic.
"L'Aigle Noir (dedicated à Laurence)" Barbara (1968)
A beautiful day or maybe one night near a lake
I had fallen asleep.
Then suddenly, seeming to burst the sky,
and coming from nowhere, comes a black eagle
.
Slowly the wings.
Slowly, I saw swirling.
Near me, a sound of wings,
as the sky
demolished the bird came to rest ... His
ruby \u200b\u200beyes and feathers the color of night.
on her forehead, with thousands of bright lights, the bird
crowned king wearing a blue diamond. With its peak
touched my cheek.
in my hand, squeezed his neck.
was then that I recognized:
had come back to me coming out of the past.
bird Dime dime. Take me.
go back to the country in another time.
As before, in my dreams as a child, to collect stars
trembling
stars ...
As before, in my dreams as a child.
As before, on a white cloud.
As before, turn on the sun,
create rain.
And do wonders.
The black eagle on a wing
rumor took off to return to heaven.
Four color pens at night.
A tear, or perhaps a ruby.
was cold, I had nothing.
Bird
had left me alone with my grief.
One day, maybe overnight,
Close of a lake I had fallen asleep.
When suddenly, seeming to burst the sky,
and coming from nowhere, comes a black eagle
...
I had fallen asleep.
Then suddenly, seeming to burst the sky,
and coming from nowhere, comes a black eagle
.
Slowly the wings.
Slowly, I saw swirling.
Near me, a sound of wings,
as the sky
demolished the bird came to rest ... His
ruby \u200b\u200beyes and feathers the color of night.
on her forehead, with thousands of bright lights, the bird
crowned king wearing a blue diamond. With its peak
touched my cheek.
in my hand, squeezed his neck.
was then that I recognized:
had come back to me coming out of the past.
bird Dime dime. Take me.
go back to the country in another time.
As before, in my dreams as a child, to collect stars
trembling
stars ...
As before, in my dreams as a child.
As before, on a white cloud.
As before, turn on the sun,
create rain.
And do wonders.
The black eagle on a wing
rumor took off to return to heaven.
Four color pens at night.
A tear, or perhaps a ruby.
was cold, I had nothing.
Bird
had left me alone with my grief.
One day, maybe overnight,
Close of a lake I had fallen asleep.
When suddenly, seeming to burst the sky,
and coming from nowhere, comes a black eagle
...
Barbara was a wonderful composer and performer, who left great songs to the memory of all. And great moments.
"Ma plus belle histoire d'amour." Barbara. TV. 1966
