Never Forget 13.11.2015

Cette chanson est spéciale pour nous, "13" est le dernier titre de notre premier album. Je l'ai écrite avec Mathieu Albiac, en hommage aux victimes du Bataclan, il y a 5 ans.
Ce soir là nous avons perdu une partie de notre famille, des fans de rock venus assister à un concert, voulant simplement profiter de la vie.
C'est le premier vendredi 13 novembre depuis 2015, et j'ai pensé que ce serait une bonne occasion de rendre hommage à toutes les victimes.
Nous étions censés être en concert ce soir, et je voulais jouer ce titre en live pour la première fois, mais étant donné la situation, voilà notre version "confinement".
On ne vous oublie pas...
This song was on our first album, and we never played it live. It was too special for me. We were supposed to have a gig today, and I thought it would be a good idea to play it on stage, remembering all the people we lost 5 years ago during the attacks in Paris, on November 13... Most of them were Rock n' Roll fans, and it's like a part of our family was gone this evening.
Since we're in lockdown again, here's the "quarantine version" of our song "13".
We'll never forget...
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"Mama, I won't be coming home tonight,
Cause I could never reach the door that set them free.
If Rock n' Roll is a matter of life and death,
Well I'd rather be in hell, laughing with the devil.
Make it fast, so I can't picture your face tonight,
Don't want to be there when the news breaks in.
I hope they didn't take your soul away,
Cause I still want you to smile and seize the day.
Remember me as an eagle passing by your window,
Remember me as a smile among a crowd.
Cause Friday won't spare anyone,
No Friday won't spare anyone.
On fucking 13.
Ailleurs, au fond de la nuit,
Mon cœur résonne encore, il larsenne aussi.
Je fige un sourire et ferme les yeux,
Serein, je m'abandonne et je pense à nous deux.
Remember me as an eagle passing by your window,
Remember me as a smile among a crowd.
Cause Friday won't spare anyone,
No Friday won't spare anyone.
On fucking 13.
I don't want to be the last one standing,
When Friday takes on its full meaning.
And I don't want to be,
The last one standing.
Mama, you will let go someday, and that's ok
Remember me as a bird
Passing by your window everyday."
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