Jacques Brel "Ne me quitte pas" is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful love songs ever written. one of the most beautiful love songs ever written
Brassens? J'adore Brel mais en tant que "poète-chanteur" (auteur-compositeur-interprète) francophone il me semble que Brassens pour XXeme siècle est indépassable. Gainsbourg ou Ferré, que j'adore aussi, il me semble sont d'abord des musiciens que des poètes (il y a des exceptions mais je parle de "d'abord"). Là où Brel les explose tous c'est la performance scénique. Son incarnation des personnages sur scène, qui d'après Catherine Sauvage, a été un énorme travail et pas du tout un talent inné.
indeed, he used to say that this song is about a loser, a guy who's too weak for a girl to love or just look at. it's about a nobody. and that's why she's never going back to him.
Vive Jacques Brel et vive Chest Christal. Je vais vous suivre for your sensitivity Madame, et l'immense talent d'interprétation de Monsieur Brel, that will make the rest. Bon plaisir, Daniel from Québec
"Les marquises". His last song before dying from cancer, probably his best. They talk about death as you talk about a fruit They look at the sea as you look at a well Women are lascivious under the dreaded sun And if there’s no winter, then it’s not summer The rain runs across, threshes one grain then another A few old white horses humming Gauguin And by lack of breeze, time comes to a standstill At the Marquesas Evening lights go up and silence points Go on growing larger, and the moon draws on And the sea tears itself apart, immeasurably broken By rocks going now by demented names And then, further, dogs, repentance songs And a few pas de deux, and a few dance steps And the night is submissive and the trade wind breaks At the Marquesas Laughter is in the heart, the word is in the eyes The heart is wanderer, the future is random And coconut palms pass by, writing love songs That nearby sisters ignore to ignore Pirogues go, pirogues come And my memories become what the old people make of them Tell you what, whining isn’t appropriate At the Marquesas.
I guess nobody is gonna read this anymore. Time's up. Anyway, I don't have the slightest idea why you didn't get any upvotes yet. Well, here is mine at least -- well deserved for just such a deeply understanding and beautiful reaction! Love from Germany P.S. Sadly, I learned that Jacques Brel was dying of cancer when this was recorded...
Actually he wrote this song to his mistress, who she left him after she got pregnant and after he decided to not leave his wife for her. According to Jacques Brel, this is not a love song, but a song who shows the cowardness of men's
Wie kann man da nicht weinen? Brel macht mich jedesmal fertig
this is the most beautiful lovesong ever.
Except it was not intended as a love song, but a song depicting the utter cowardice of men...
@@19Edurne yes, that what he did say about this song. But for me, when I hear him singing it the way he did and the words he used, it was about love.
la non demande en mariage de brassens aussi c'est beau...
Not really love song as Brel said it. It s about a coward...
Le merveilleux Jacques Brel !
Il ne me manque même pas ! parce qu'il est toujours présent lui et Brassens . Amitiés
Jacques Brel "Ne me quitte pas" is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful love songs ever written.
one of the most beautiful love songs ever written
Ça fait plaisir de voir une réaction vraiment émue et sensible à la beauté des mots. Merci madame.
It’s great to be here and share this beautiful song with you.
To give you an anwser, she left him
Merci infiniment :)
Let me become the shadow of your shadow, the shadow of your hand, the shadow of ur dog.. damn
ouf c'est très beau et très triste...
he is the last king of singer-poets that the French language will no longer have
Léo Ferré et Gainsbourg aussi en France
@@el_fr9200 on parle pas de France ou Belgique mais Brel avait plus de poids
En moins connu Willian sheller avait aussi du talent aussi...sinon Aznavour, Montand.
Brassens? J'adore Brel mais en tant que "poète-chanteur" (auteur-compositeur-interprète) francophone il me semble que Brassens pour XXeme siècle est indépassable. Gainsbourg ou Ferré, que j'adore aussi, il me semble sont d'abord des musiciens que des poètes (il y a des exceptions mais je parle de "d'abord").
Là où Brel les explose tous c'est la performance scénique. Son incarnation des personnages sur scène, qui d'après Catherine Sauvage, a été un énorme travail et pas du tout un talent inné.
@@el_fr9200oui mais brel était belge ...
This is the only version of this song that exists. Brel said that no man should stoop as low (for a woman) as he did in this song.
Thats pronounced very well,that was his last performance.
Brel said it was how no-one should ever comport him or herself. Degrading oneself like that.
Beautifully introduced! I loved it :)
I can't ever watch or listen to this without crying. He communicates the pain of loss so effectively 😢
indeed, he used to say that this song is about a loser, a guy who's too weak for a girl to love or just look at. it's about a nobody. and that's why she's never going back to him.
To be loved..
Lovely reaction.you need to lesson to la chanson des vieux amants from him(with subtitles (.as good .believe me
Probably one of the most beautiful song ever
le pouvoir des mots......
Vive Jacques Brel et vive Chest Christal. Je vais vous suivre for your sensitivity Madame, et l'immense talent d'interprétation de Monsieur Brel, that will make the rest. Bon plaisir,
Daniel from Québec
Coisa mais linda
Nina Simone sung it in 1965
when we're happy we can be excellent, but when we're unhappy sometimes we become divine.....
merci
Merci beaucoup!
@@ChestCrystal bonne continuation
From the same, "Amsterdam" , "Vesoul"
"Les marquises". His last song before dying from cancer, probably his best.
They talk about death as you talk about a fruit
They look at the sea as you look at a well
Women are lascivious under the dreaded sun
And if there’s no winter, then it’s not summer
The rain runs across, threshes one grain then another
A few old white horses humming Gauguin
And by lack of breeze, time comes to a standstill
At the Marquesas
Evening lights go up and silence points
Go on growing larger, and the moon draws on
And the sea tears itself apart, immeasurably broken
By rocks going now by demented names
And then, further, dogs, repentance songs
And a few pas de deux, and a few dance steps
And the night is submissive and the trade wind breaks
At the Marquesas
Laughter is in the heart, the word is in the eyes
The heart is wanderer, the future is random
And coconut palms pass by, writing love songs
That nearby sisters ignore to ignore
Pirogues go, pirogues come
And my memories become what the old people make of them
Tell you what, whining isn’t appropriate
At the Marquesas.
..♥️reaction...👌.from south 🇨🇵👍 ♥️🕯️☮️.
I guess nobody is gonna read this anymore. Time's up. Anyway, I don't have the slightest idea why you didn't get any upvotes yet. Well, here is mine at least -- well deserved for just such a deeply understanding and beautiful reaction!
Love from Germany
P.S. Sadly, I learned that Jacques Brel was dying of cancer when this was recorded...
This made my day sincerely Robert! Huge shout-out to you from Germany and much love :)
@@ChestCrystal That makes me extremely happy! Wishing you a great week ahead.
The gap between Jacques Brel and the best poet in the world is immeasurable.. thanks for your comments.
Absolutely! Thanks so much :)
Listen to edith piaf "hymne à l'amour" ....worth it !
It's definitely heart touching 😢.. it comes from a heart at the verge of being broke, in real 🤔
Yes, absolutely!
Actually he wrote this song to his mistress, who she left him after she got pregnant and after he decided to not leave his wife for her.
According to Jacques Brel, this is not a love song, but a song who shows the cowardness of men's
poète français LUI AUSSI CHANTE The Impossible Dream” en francais ..set la La quête 💥💥👍👍👍🙏🙏
non belge
@@jean-michelcoutable4998 OUI
@@jean-michelcoutable4998 laiisez le ns quand même lol
Is this a real lady or a IA artefact?
lol