Zachary Richard — J'peux pas m'empêcher
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Frais virés de Baton Rouge, au milieu de la nuit,
Je rêvais qu’on faisait l’amour, j’ai bondi de mon lit.
Ca mouillait depuis quarante jours,
J’ai failli me noyer,
Nageant dans cet océan avec des vagues d’acier.
Je n’arrive pas à m’en sortir depuis que je t’ai quitté,
Je suis toujours en amour,
J’peux pas m’empêcher.
J’entends la sonnerie sonner,
C’est le téléphone encore,
Je le cherche à travers le labyrinthe
De ma petite chambre noire.
Je suis obligé de couper,
Une voiture m’attend
Pour m’emmener à l’autre bord du monde,
Pour m’emmener loin de toi.
J’aimerais pourvoir te dire que je vais te pardonner,
Mais je suis toujours en amour
J’peux pas m’empêcher.
Chorus:
Et le vent siffle sur la prairie,
Je tourne le dos au Nord.
J’aimerais mieux ne pas avoir envie.
Mais c’est trop tard, beaucoup trop tard,
Car je suis toujours en amour,
J’peux pas m’empêcher.
Je vais m’en aller au Mexico,
Au bout du grand desert.
Coucher avec les scorpions, puis boire mon téquila.
Pas loin de la taverne, avec des filles au bar,
J’pourrais crier toute la nuit,
Personne me comprendra.
J’aimerais pouvoir faire croire que je suis détaché,
Mais, je suis toujours en amour,
J’peux pas m’empêcher.
Translation:
Transferred from Baton Rouge, in the middle of the night,
I dreamed that we made love, I jumped from my bed.
It had been wet for forty days,
I almost drowned,
Swimming in this ocean with waves of steel.
I can not manage since I left you,
I am still in love,
I can not help myself.
I hear the bell ringing,
It's the phone again,
I'm looking for him through the labyrinth
From my little dark room.
I have to cut,
A car is waiting for me
To take me to the other side of the world,
To take me away from you.
I would like to tell you that I will forgive you,
But I'm still in love
I can not help myself.
And the wind whistles on the meadow,
I turn my back to the North.
I would rather not want to want.
But it's too late, much too late,
Because I'm still in love,
I can not help myself.
I'm going to Mexico,
At the end of the great desert.
Sleep with the scorpions, then drink my tequila.
Not far from the tavern, with girls at the bar,
I could scream all night,
Nobody will understand me.
I wish I could make believe that I am detached,
But, I'm still in love,
I can not help myself.
Je rêvais qu’on faisait l’amour, j’ai bondi de mon lit.
Ca mouillait depuis quarante jours,
J’ai failli me noyer,
Nageant dans cet océan avec des vagues d’acier.
Je n’arrive pas à m’en sortir depuis que je t’ai quitté,
Je suis toujours en amour,
J’peux pas m’empêcher.
J’entends la sonnerie sonner,
C’est le téléphone encore,
Je le cherche à travers le labyrinthe
De ma petite chambre noire.
Je suis obligé de couper,
Une voiture m’attend
Pour m’emmener à l’autre bord du monde,
Pour m’emmener loin de toi.
J’aimerais pourvoir te dire que je vais te pardonner,
Mais je suis toujours en amour
J’peux pas m’empêcher.
Chorus:
Et le vent siffle sur la prairie,
Je tourne le dos au Nord.
J’aimerais mieux ne pas avoir envie.
Mais c’est trop tard, beaucoup trop tard,
Car je suis toujours en amour,
J’peux pas m’empêcher.
Je vais m’en aller au Mexico,
Au bout du grand desert.
Coucher avec les scorpions, puis boire mon téquila.
Pas loin de la taverne, avec des filles au bar,
J’pourrais crier toute la nuit,
Personne me comprendra.
J’aimerais pouvoir faire croire que je suis détaché,
Mais, je suis toujours en amour,
J’peux pas m’empêcher.
Translation:
Transferred from Baton Rouge, in the middle of the night,
I dreamed that we made love, I jumped from my bed.
It had been wet for forty days,
I almost drowned,
Swimming in this ocean with waves of steel.
I can not manage since I left you,
I am still in love,
I can not help myself.
I hear the bell ringing,
It's the phone again,
I'm looking for him through the labyrinth
From my little dark room.
I have to cut,
A car is waiting for me
To take me to the other side of the world,
To take me away from you.
I would like to tell you that I will forgive you,
But I'm still in love
I can not help myself.
And the wind whistles on the meadow,
I turn my back to the North.
I would rather not want to want.
But it's too late, much too late,
Because I'm still in love,
I can not help myself.
I'm going to Mexico,
At the end of the great desert.
Sleep with the scorpions, then drink my tequila.
Not far from the tavern, with girls at the bar,
I could scream all night,
Nobody will understand me.
I wish I could make believe that I am detached,
But, I'm still in love,
I can not help myself.
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More Cajun music
ziggytrix wrote:
tomato, tomate
Not really, at all! As mentioned above, the French and, the Cajun French are two distinctly different, not just dialects but, two very different ways of life! Don't see too many French out crawfishing or, gator hunting! And, of those of French descent that I've known, would likely turn their noses up at such cuisine! What they don't know....I guess!
tomato, tomate
Not really, at all! As mentioned above, the French and, the Cajun French are two distinctly different, not just dialects but, two very different ways of life! Don't see too many French out crawfishing or, gator hunting! And, of those of French descent that I've known, would likely turn their noses up at such cuisine! What they don't know....I guess!
JPOSBORN wrote:
Can I give this request a third vote? It is such a wonderful and different sound. Can't help but kick off the boots and dance around the room.
4th vote here!
Can I give this request a third vote? It is such a wonderful and different sound. Can't help but kick off the boots and dance around the room.
4th vote here!
greiffenstein wrote:
Ya'll, he's a CAJUN! Born and raised in Scott, Louisiana. This is Cajun music, the language isn't French, it's Cajun French (few French-speakers can make much sense of it). It's a uniquely American culture and, having lived among them for almost 20 years, the most big-hearted, fun-loving people in the whole world. Yes, yes, originally French Hugenots expelled from "Acadiana" yada yada yada.
Cajun. That's all you need to know now. Come visit, come hungry
Although born & (mostly) raised a Yankee, I had the pleasure of living in LA for awhile....I must agree with the reply to the post....some of the best people one could ever have as friends! And, "come hungry" isn't an exaggeration! Cajuns have a very unique, VERY tasty way of cooking/preparing meals/food! Cajun crawfish is an absolute favorite of mine! Hope to relocate there, sooner, rather than later.
Ya'll, he's a CAJUN! Born and raised in Scott, Louisiana. This is Cajun music, the language isn't French, it's Cajun French (few French-speakers can make much sense of it). It's a uniquely American culture and, having lived among them for almost 20 years, the most big-hearted, fun-loving people in the whole world. Yes, yes, originally French Hugenots expelled from "Acadiana" yada yada yada.
Cajun. That's all you need to know now. Come visit, come hungry
mach-hog wrote:
Who were the other 100? Irish? Scots?
I did Ancestry DNA. 65,500 links. 65,400 of them are Cajun from New Brunswick to New Orleans!
Who were the other 100? Irish? Scots?
greiffenstein wrote:
Ya'll, he's a CAJUN! Born and raised in Scott, Louisiana. This is Cajun music, the language isn't French, it's Cajun French (few French-speakers can make much sense of it). It's a uniquely American culture and, having lived among them for almost 20 years, the most big-hearted, fun-loving people in the whole world. Yes, yes, originally French Hugenots expelled from "Acadiana" yada yada yada.
Cajun. That's all you need to know now. Come visit, come hungry
Perfectly understandable for a standard French speaker
Ya'll, he's a CAJUN! Born and raised in Scott, Louisiana. This is Cajun music, the language isn't French, it's Cajun French (few French-speakers can make much sense of it). It's a uniquely American culture and, having lived among them for almost 20 years, the most big-hearted, fun-loving people in the whole world. Yes, yes, originally French Hugenots expelled from "Acadiana" yada yada yada.
Cajun. That's all you need to know now. Come visit, come hungry
Perfectly understandable for a standard French speaker
Alors... je m'en fous
I did Ancestry DNA. 65,500 links. 65,400 of them are Cajun from New Brunswick to New Orleans!
theirongiant wrote:
Can I give this request a third vote? It is such a wonderful and different sound. Can't help but kick off the boots and dance around the room.
Please play more of this. Cajun French is such a unique linguistic heritage and this type of "country" music is worth exposing to a wider audience.
Can I give this request a third vote? It is such a wonderful and different sound. Can't help but kick off the boots and dance around the room.
25demayo wrote:
Sorry but he's not a Frenchman but a good old boy from Louisiana.
tomato, tomate
Sorry but he's not a Frenchman but a good old boy from Louisiana.
tomato, tomate
theirongiant wrote:
I second this sentiment.
Please play more of this. Cajun French is such a unique linguistic heritage and this type of "country" music is worth exposing to a wider audience.
I second this sentiment.
Please play more of this. Cajun French is such a unique linguistic heritage and this type of "country" music is worth exposing to a wider audience.
More Cajun music please !
greiffenstein wrote:
Ya'll, he's a CAJUN! Born and raised in Scott, Louisiana. This is Cajun music, the language isn't French, it's Cajun French (few French-speakers can make much sense of it). It's a uniquely American culture and, having lived among them for almost 20 years, the most big-hearted, fun-loving people in the whole world. Yes, yes, originally French Hugenots expelled from "Acadiana" yada yada yada.
Cajun. That's all you need to know now. Come visit, come hungry
a Cajun I knew from Bayou Gauche once traveled to Italy (Son was there in the Navy) and hopped into France where a local told him "You speak old dead French"
Ya'll, he's a CAJUN! Born and raised in Scott, Louisiana. This is Cajun music, the language isn't French, it's Cajun French (few French-speakers can make much sense of it). It's a uniquely American culture and, having lived among them for almost 20 years, the most big-hearted, fun-loving people in the whole world. Yes, yes, originally French Hugenots expelled from "Acadiana" yada yada yada.
Cajun. That's all you need to know now. Come visit, come hungry
a Cajun I knew from Bayou Gauche once traveled to Italy (Son was there in the Navy) and hopped into France where a local told him "You speak old dead French"
nomnol wrote:
A French American whose ancestors may have originated in the Canadian Maritimes.
Ya'll, he's a CAJUN! Born and raised in Scott, Louisiana. This is Cajun music, the language isn't French, it's Cajun French (few French-speakers can make much sense of it). It's a uniquely American culture and, having lived among them for almost 20 years, the most big-hearted, fun-loving people in the whole world. Yes, yes, originally French Hugenots expelled from "Acadiana" yada yada yada.
Cajun. That's all you need to know now. Come visit, come hungry
A French American whose ancestors may have originated in the Canadian Maritimes.
Ya'll, he's a CAJUN! Born and raised in Scott, Louisiana. This is Cajun music, the language isn't French, it's Cajun French (few French-speakers can make much sense of it). It's a uniquely American culture and, having lived among them for almost 20 years, the most big-hearted, fun-loving people in the whole world. Yes, yes, originally French Hugenots expelled from "Acadiana" yada yada yada.
Cajun. That's all you need to know now. Come visit, come hungry
Actuel wrote:
An French American adopted by the province of Québec !
A French American whose ancestors may have originated in the Canadian Maritimes.
An French American adopted by the province of Québec !
A French American whose ancestors may have originated in the Canadian Maritimes.
That's easy for you to say
Can’t understand a word. Like it very much 😂
Cape Enrage.....its a cool name and a coole place. Class 5 white water in the Bay of fundy - 4 times a day.
Alas, the fate of many fools in love. The man can't help it.
Great tune.
Great tune.
I love everything about this man!
acolt wrote:
Imagining heads exploding amongst the "Freedom Fries" crowd. 
Is that still a thing?Wish I knew the words cuz I really feel like singing along with this. Maybe I'll make up my own! -edit- just saw that lyrics below,posted by Bakaretsu, thanks!
acolt wrote:
Imagining heads exploding amongst the "Freedom Fries"
Free the Brie
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Imagining heads exploding amongst the "Freedom Fries" crowd.
This is great! I can see myself enjoying this with (quite) a few adult beverages... 
I've been to a concert in 1991 in Italy. it was awesome! it's very skilled as a musician and very engaging
spacemanspiff wrote:
There is only one thing worse than Country and Western music and that’s French Country and Western music. Yikes!!!!🤢
You wrong. Fusion is good Bakaretsu wrote:
Thank you!! 😁
Transferred from Baton Rouge, in the middle of the night,
I dreamed that we made love, I jumped from my bed.
It had been wet for forty days,
I almost drowned,
Swimming in this ocean with waves of steel.
I can not manage since I left you,
I am still in love,
I can not help myself.
I hear the bell ringing,
It's the phone again,
I'm looking for him through the labyrinth
From my little dark room.
I have to cut,
A car is waiting for me
To take me to the other side of the world,
To take me away from you.
I would like to tell you that I will forgive you,
But I'm still in love
I can not help myself.
Chorus:
And the wind whistles on the meadow,
I turn my back to the North.
I would rather not want to want.
But it's too late, much too late,
Because I'm still in love,
I can not help myself.
I'm going to Mexico,
At the end of the great desert.
Sleep with the scorpions, then drink my tequila.
Not far from the tavern, with girls at the bar,
I could scream all night,
Nobody will understand me.
I wish I could make believe that I am detached,
But, I'm still in love,
I can not help myself.
I dreamed that we made love, I jumped from my bed.
It had been wet for forty days,
I almost drowned,
Swimming in this ocean with waves of steel.
I can not manage since I left you,
I am still in love,
I can not help myself.
I hear the bell ringing,
It's the phone again,
I'm looking for him through the labyrinth
From my little dark room.
I have to cut,
A car is waiting for me
To take me to the other side of the world,
To take me away from you.
I would like to tell you that I will forgive you,
But I'm still in love
I can not help myself.
Chorus:
And the wind whistles on the meadow,
I turn my back to the North.
I would rather not want to want.
But it's too late, much too late,
Because I'm still in love,
I can not help myself.
I'm going to Mexico,
At the end of the great desert.
Sleep with the scorpions, then drink my tequila.
Not far from the tavern, with girls at the bar,
I could scream all night,
Nobody will understand me.
I wish I could make believe that I am detached,
But, I'm still in love,
I can not help myself.
Thank you!! 😁
25demayo wrote:
Sorry but he's not a Frenchman but a good old boy from Louisiana.
An French American adopted by the province of Québec !
Sorry but he's not a Frenchman but a good old boy from Louisiana.
An French American adopted by the province of Québec !
More Zydeco! Vive l'Acadie!
Sounds like a CCR song being played backwards but I like it!
That was lots of fun! Made me think my high school French was enough to follow along to!
There is only one thing worse than Country and Western music and that’s French Country and Western music. Yikes!!!!🤢
I do love Zachary Richard. Honest Louisiana Cajun, authentic, warm and crisp Zeideco sound and then his fabulous voice.
lizardking wrote:
My 7's an 8 now, or should I say huit….Long Live RP!!
And I'm still trying to figure out a few of the words on this one.....not being fluent in French means it's even more difficult to make out the LA French he's singing....almost like understanding a Southerner speaking in English!!
I'm kinda liking this....somewhere between the 6 and 7 rate and then reading his Wiki page I decided to go w/ the 7. More diverse music for us to listen to...thanks BnR!!
My 7's an 8 now, or should I say huit….Long Live RP!!
And I'm still trying to figure out a few of the words on this one.....not being fluent in French means it's even more difficult to make out the LA French he's singing....almost like understanding a Southerner speaking in English!!
25demayo wrote:
Sorry but he's not a Frenchman but a good old boy from Louisiana.
Thanks! I googled him up as a result of your feedback and checked out more of his music. Good stuff!
Sorry but he's not a Frenchman but a good old boy from Louisiana.
Thanks! I googled him up as a result of your feedback and checked out more of his music. Good stuff!
Un acadien ! Vive les cajuns !
adib wrote:
You should try Breton bagpipe music... I found this perfectly agréable. Breton bagpipe music on the other hand, requires a boule in one hand and one's third glass of cider in the other in order to fully appreciate it.
C'est terrible! Mon Dieu, arrête ça!!!
You should try Breton bagpipe music... I found this perfectly agréable. Breton bagpipe music on the other hand, requires a boule in one hand and one's third glass of cider in the other in order to fully appreciate it.
JeriF wrote:
Sorry but he's not a Frenchman but a good old boy from Louisiana.
A Frenchman singing c&w! I likee!
Sorry but he's not a Frenchman but a good old boy from Louisiana.
JeriF wrote:
C'est terrible! Mon Dieu, arrête ça!!!
A Frenchman singing c&w! I likee!
C'est terrible! Mon Dieu, arrête ça!!!
Transferred from Baton Rouge, in the middle of the night,
I dreamed that we made love, I jumped from my bed.It had been wet for forty days,
I almost drowned,
Swimming in this ocean with waves of steel.
I can not manage since I left you,
I am still in love,
I can not help myself.
I hear the bell ringing,
It's the phone again,
I'm looking for him through the labyrinth
From my little dark room.
I have to cut,
A car is waiting for me
To take me to the other side of the world,
To take me away from you.
I would like to tell you that I will forgive you,
But I'm still in love
I can not help myself.
Chorus:
And the wind whistles on the meadow,
I turn my back to the North.
I would rather not want to want.
But it's too late, much too late,
Because I'm still in love,
I can not help myself.
I'm going to Mexico,
At the end of the great desert.
Sleep with the scorpions, then drink my tequila.
Not far from the tavern, with girls at the bar,
I could scream all night,
Nobody will understand me.
I wish I could make believe that I am detached,
But, I'm still in love,
I can not help myself.
A Frenchman singing c&w! I likee!
Thought it was Los Lobos singing in French at first!
Like it.
Like it.
Zachary sur RP, merci Bill !
I'm kinda liking this....somewhere between the 6 and 7 rate and then reading his Wiki page I decided to go w/ the 7. More diverse music for us to listen to...thanks BnR!!
**Rating is Huit now and continued thanks to William and crew! LLRP!!**
**Rating is Huit now and continued thanks to William and crew! LLRP!!**
Interesting.