02-18-19
I don’t know how many years I listened to this song before ever looking up the lyrics. It came out in 2000, I doubt I heard it until 2003 or 2004. I enjoyed the French, not knowing allowed me to create a completely different story each time. Its sound made me feel sophisticated and traveled when in reality I was a meager 17-year-old living in a desert suburbia.
In 2007 I was living in the mountain town of Flagstaff Arizona; as my 3rd or 4th concurrent side-hustle, I started performing as an event DJ playing weddings, parties, business functions, school dances, etc. I probably played this 90% of the time. Its “sophisticated” sound gave people a metropolitan feel, and for those that had never truly experienced such an atmosphere, this music became intoxicating.
A few years into playing this I finally decided it was time to see what the lyrics actually were. Instead of a story of love, I found one of broken trust and anguish. A parable of the plight of humanity and our shared struggles with looming destruction through escapism through the consumption of drugs and lies. It seemed like an attempt at rationalizing such a deep a profound wound that’s been created through distrust and deceit.
I was gobsmacked. I felt as if I couldn’t really continue playing it in those environments, because it was just so depressing. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t true or not, it wasn’t something that seems like it was intended to be slow-danced to. The more I sat with this thought, the more I realized that the intent is likely more akin to that of a trojan horse. The music draws you in, the voice captures you, maybe you know a little a French, maybe not, it doesn’t matter, you’re not fully paying attention anyway. Then BAM! That shit’s in your head.
I made sure to play the song at EVERY event after that.
For this week’s image, I struggled on the concept of trust, and how it’s been permeating within my own life. I kept coming back to its misuse, which ultimately led me back to our Commander in Chief. Trump and Trust, two words separated by two letters at the end, it just stuck with me. This took me to my next and more resounding thought, no matter the actions Trump takes against the country, it’s people, or the world, the earth itself will continue to turn, and it will eventually correct itself. Our continued decline may mean an untimely end for ourselves and life as we know it, but give it a couple hundred thousand years it things will start perking up again.
Lyrics:
Original Lyrics:
Je pense bien que le monde est calculé
Je pense bien que tout est encadré
Que nos pensées sont tracées dans l’air auparavant
Et tu crois que la dernière prise
Elle a mis du ? à ta douleur
Ouvre les yeux le monde change
Ah oui je sais qu’un jour
Ah oui je sais qu’un jour
Pour voir plus clair
Tu dois oublier tous les mensonges
Ah le monde change, le monde change
Soulage ton cœur, soulage ton âme
Ah le monde change
Et tu crois que la dernière prise
Elle a mis du temps à ?
Ta douleur, ta douleur
Demain est une autre sortie
Ça fait mal à dire mais j’ai peur, j’ai peur, j’ai peur
Ah le monde change, le monde change
Soulage ton cœur, soulage ton âme
Ah le monde change, le monde change
English Translation:
I think the world is calculated
I think everything is framed
That our thoughts are drawn in the air beforehand
You think the last hit
Has put an end to your pain
Open your eyes, the world is changing
Oh yeah, I know that one day
Oh yeah, I know that one day
To see more clearly
You must forget all the lies
Oh, the world is changing, the world is changing
Ease your heart, ease your soul
Oh, the world is changing
You think the last hit
Has put an end to your pain
Your pain, your pain
Tomorrow is another way out
It hurts to say but I am afraid, I’m afraid, I’m afraid
Oh the world is changing, the world is changing
Ease your heart, ease your soul
Oh the world is changing, the world is changing