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I woke up this morning baby
The blues was pouring out of me"
Cent fois ces mots je les ai dits
Ces mots que d'autres avaient ecrits
De toute ma voix, de toute mon ame
Le blues comme on me l'a appris
Mais ce matin la, j'ai compris
The blues was pouring out of me"
A hundred times I said those words
Those words others wrote
With all my voice, with all my soul
The blues like I learned it
But that morning, I understood
La peine aux longs champs de coton
J'imaginais de mon cocon
Les coups, le sang, les temps boueux
J'avais mal en fermant les yeux
The hard work in the cotton fields
I was imagining in my cocoon
The hits, the blood, the mud weather
I was hurt while closing my eyes
J'ai des pardons, j'ai des prieres
Mais l'blues c'est pas des phrases en l'air
I have forgives, I have prayers
But the blues isn't sentences you throw in the air
Mais ce matin t'as vraiment froid
Tu comprends du fond de ta poitrine
Tous les blues sont ecrits pour toi
But this morning you're really cold
You understand deep in your chest
All the blues are written for you
Nobody knows how I really feel
Nobody knows, nobody cares"
Les mots te brulent un par un comme s'ils
Comme s'ils t'appartiennent enfin
Ces blues etaient les tiens
Nobody knows how I really feel
Nobody knows, nobody cares"
Words are burning your one by one like if
Like if they are finally yours
Those blues were yours
De toute ma voix, toute mon ame, "with all the soul that I can"
Le blues qu'on n'm'a jamais appris
Nobody knows, nobody sees"
With all my voice, all my soul, "with all the soul that I can"
The blues I was never taught
Nobody knows, nobody sees"
The blues was pouring out of me"
Cent fois ces mots je les ai dits
Ces mots que d'autres avaient ecrits
De toute ma voix, de toute mon ame
Le blues comme on me l'a appris
Mais ce matin la, j'ai compris
A hundred times I said those words
Those words others wrote
With all my voice, with all my soul
The blues like I learned it
But that morning, I understood
La peine aux longs champs de coton
J'imaginais de mon cocon
Les coups, le sang, les temps boueux
J'avais mal en fermant les yeux
I was imagining in my cocoon
The hits, the blood, the mud weather
I was hurt while closing my eyes
J'ai des pardons, j'ai des prieres
Mais l'blues c'est pas des phrases en l'air
But the blues isn't sentences you throw in the air
Mais ce matin t'as vraiment froid
Tu comprends du fond de ta poitrine
Tous les blues sont ecrits pour toi
You understand deep in your chest
All the blues are written for you
Nobody knows how I really feel
Nobody knows, nobody cares"
Les mots te brulent un par un comme s'ils
Comme s'ils t'appartiennent enfin
Ces blues etaient les tiens
Nobody knows, nobody cares"
Words are burning your one by one like if
Like if they are finally yours
Those blues were yours
De toute ma voix, toute mon ame, "with all the soul that I can"
Le blues qu'on n'm'a jamais appris
Nobody knows, nobody sees"
With all my voice, all my soul, "with all the soul that I can"
The blues I was never taught
Nobody knows, nobody sees"
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Really can't understand why nobody has commented this song :)
While there are no words, the music is truely beautiful. I particularly like waking up to this song, it just shouts out to me as starting a wonder filled summers day. I love it. One of my favourite songs by Air.
Music without words is what art is to modern art.
After years of coming to this site, this is my 1st post on this forum. I figured it was appropriate to have my 1st post be on an instrumental.
I used to live on the beach in Fort Lauderdale and I remember walking home from the gym and hearing this song coming from one of the bars and I was like "No way."
What this song means to me is it reminds me of perhaps background music to Mary Tyler Moore in 1971 or something like that. A rainy day. Beautiful, but somehow still bittersweet like the Carpenters or something like that. A rememberance of the past and how things were.
It reminds me of being 4 years old in 1971 and being taken by my mother to pre-school and driving in her car in a rainy day in Cleveland, Ohio.
For those that say that don't make 'em like they used to, they are wrong. Here it is.
"This Morning"
It's kinda like the horn is heralding in the new day or whatever. Anyways this song is so great and relaxing yet exciting.
loveeee ittt. first heard it in the virgin suicides. great movie, great soundtrack.
this song, like a lot of air songs, treads a dangerous line between corny and beautiful. which, in this case, is a compliment. at their best, air trumps all else.