#Natasha St-Pier

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🎤 Natasha St Pier ~ Toi qui manques à ma vie 🎧

[roystannard]

Lost Immortals Ep 240 29.10.23 with Roy Stannard & Matt Staples on Mid Sussex Radio 103.8FM

https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/roy-stannard/episodes/Lost-Immortals-Ep-240-29-10-23-with-Roy-Stannard–Matt-Staples-on-Mid-Sussex-Radio-103-8FM-e2b7a5f THE LOST IMMORTALS – EXPANDING YOUR MUSICAL HORIZONS Ep 240 with Roy Stannard and Matthew Staples on Mid Sussex Radio 103.8FM Sun 29th 5-7pm. The best Indie rock intro to a show yet. New band Fizz ‘High in Brighton’; a Jhelisa segue;…

[canadachronicles]

Il y a ceux qui prendraient un avion D'autres qui s'enfermeraient chez eux, les yeux fermés Toi, qu'est-ce que tu ferais ? Toi, qu'est-ce que tu ferais ? Il y en a qui voudrait revoir la mer D'autres qui voudraient encore faire l'amour, une dernière fois Toi, tu ferais quoi ? Et toi, toi tu ferais quoi ? Si on devait mourir demain Qu'est-ce qu'on ferait de plus ? Qu'est-ce qu'on ferait de moins ? Si on devait mourir demain Moi, je t'aimerais Moi, je t'aimerais Je t'aimerais

I accidentally stumbled onto Mourir Demain the other day, and found myself singing along to Natasha St-Pier and Pascal Obispo, as it hadn't been decades since I'd last heard it! And I realised how beautifully written it is, how oddly optimistic it is for a song implying we may die tomorrow.

[lyrics724]

Juste avant mon départ

Juste avant mon départ

[Paroles de “Juste avant mon départ”] [Intro] Juste avant mon départ Un dernier au revoir Pour vous dire que je vous aime Juste un dernier regard Avant qu’il ne soit trop tard Une dernière fois vous dire je vous aime[Couplet 1] Pour vous seul, oh mon Dieu Je quitterai mon père Tous mes parents chéris Et mon clocher si beau Pour vous je vais partir Et combattre à la guerre Pour vous je vais…

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So a white woman (Natasha St-Pier) complained to the police against a North African woman (Ines Reg) because the white woman insulted Ines calling her a “little bitch” and when she started facing small consequences for it because she did it on camera the white woman sent a text to apologize to Ines… but Ines didn’t reply to the text so the white woman said she started FEARING FOR HER LIFE.

Like you insult her and then pretend it’s just a joke and when she doesn’t reply to your apologies you go to the police because you feel threatened?!?

Ines remembers where she is from so in her team she has almost only Black and Brown people. So white bitch saw a brown woman with a team of Black and Brown men she INSULTED HER. And then she is pretending to be the victim. And you know the worst part? It’s completely working.

The only people I’m seeing siding with Ines are black and brown people (and her white EX HUSBAND). Meanwhile white people are either siding with Natasha or they are saying “Oh so it’s all a joke and a misunderstanding” if it was a joke Natasha wouldn’t pretend to be the victim and pretends she is fearing for her life. She was like “Ines is so popular and I only have singing in my life unlike her”.

Screw Natasha. Screw her. And screw all the racists pieces of shit who are siding with her.

P.S: White francophones in Québec really making sure to pay their respect to their French ancestors by being racists pieces of shit toward Arabs

[fidjiefidjie]

Bonne soirée 💙🆕️ 💜

Grégory Turpin & Natasha St-Pier 🎶 Amour Éternel

(Images sur l'écran de Yann Arthus-Bertrand : Human)

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[weaversweek]

Fear of Mu21c: "Someone to you" and "Mourir demain"

This is part of #FearOfMu21c, my personal take on the best 50 singles of the 21st century. Here is an index post.

Someone to you - Banners

The great sweep of twenty-first century music allows me to make some interesting connections. Jimmy Eat World to Banners, for instance.

Banners - Mike Nelson to his friends and family - released this emo love song in summer 2017, on the Empires of Fire ep. It's brotherly love, it's a search for meaning and validation in life - themes that the Jimmies had lived with at the start of the century.

"I wanna be somebody to someone Someone to you"

The song was popular amongst Banners' fans, it quickly became the show closer. The world at large ignored it. And then the world stopped, someone on Tick Tock discovered the choon, and it became a massive viral hit in early 2021.

Mourir demain - Natasha St Pier & Pascal Obispo

Established francophone singer Natasha St Pier worked with singer-songwriter Pascal Obispo for this song. It's about the fleeting uncertainty of life, thoughtful and poignant. Even if you don't speak a word of French, you'll get the emotion here.

From Natasha's 2003 album "L'instant d'après"; a top five single in France and Belgium in '04. It's the first of five songs not in English to make the top 50; the list doesn't include Pascal's sometime lover Jenifer, whose Ma révolution made the top 100.

[passion-musique]

Natasha St-Pier reprend le morceau « Jeanne »

La chanteuse Natasha St-Pier s’apprête à publier un nouvel album en honneur à Jeanne d’Arc. Ce dernier sortira le 30 septembre et sera composé de 10 morceaux. Pour introduire ce projet, elle reprend le titre « Jeanne », qui est la chanson à succès de Laurent Voulzy.

Crédit photo : Georges Biard / Attribution - Partage dans les Mêmes Conditions 3.0 non transposé (CC BY-SA 3.0)

[lisaalmeida]

Vivre d'Amour,

C'est donner sans mesure

Sans réclamer de salaire ici-bas

Ah! sans compter je donne étant bien sûre

Que lorsqu'on aime, on ne calcule pas.

Au Cœur Divin, débordant de tendresse

J'ai tout donné, légèrement je cours

Je n'ai plus rien que ma seule richesse

Vivre d'Amour

Vivre d'Amour,

C'est bannir toute crainte

Tout souvenir des fautes du passé

De mes péchés je ne vois nulle empreinte,

En un instant l'amour a tout brûlé

Flamme divine, ô très douce Fournaise!

En ton foyer je fixe mon séjour

C'est en tes feux que je chante à mon aise

Je vis d'Amour

Vivre d'Amour, c'est garder en soi-même

Un grand trésor en un vase mortel

Mon Bien-Aimé, ma faiblesse est extrême

Ah je suis loin d'être un ange du ciel!

Mais si je tombe à chaque heure qui passe

Me relevant tu viens à mon secours,

A chaque instant tu me donnes ta grâce

Je vis d'Amour

Vivre d'Amour, c'est naviguer sans cesse

Semant la paix, la joie dans tous les cœurs

Pilote Aimé, la Charité me presse

Car je te vois dans les âmes mes soeurs

La Charité voilà ma seule étoile

A sa clarté je vogue sans détour

J'ai ma devise écrite sur ma voile:

Vivre d'Amour

Vivre d'Amour, quelle étrange folie!

Me dit le monde Ah! cessez de chanter,

Ne perdez pas vos parfums, votre vie,

Utilement sachez les employer!

A des amants, il faut la solitude

Un cœur à cœur qui dure nuit et jour

Ton seul regard fait ma béatitude

Je meurs d'Amour!

Mourir d'Amour, voilà mon espérance

Quand je verrai se briser mes liens

Mon Dieu sera ma Grande Récompense

Je ne veux point posséder d'autres biens

De son Amour je veux être embrasée

Je veux le voir, m'unir à lui toujours

Voilà mon Ciel, voilà ma destinée

Vivre d'Amour...

NATASHA ST-PIER

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J’ai côtoyé Natasha St Pier ! ( pic Vincent Dedienne )

[nilonne]

URL Song Tag Game

rules of the game : link a song for each letter of your username

I was tagged by @budgie2budgie thank you !!!

N - No more

I - If The Walls Could Talk

L - Love is wicked

O - One thing

N - No letting go

N - Nos rendez-vous

E - Experience

i tag @madebycoffee, @noir-pixels, @trumpets0ng, @madeofcc and @soulthesimmer if you already did it ignore me and if you want to do it, you're tagged ! 🫰🏽

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V'là l'bon vent by Cécile Corbel & Natasha St-Pier !!!

yaaay yay yay Cécile Corbel :] frolicks

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[mimisempai]

If we were to die tomorrow

Summary

There are questions that sometimes nag at us, awakened by nightmares. Greg and Mycroft prospect the possibility that one will have to live one day without the other.

Notes

Mystrade Monday 2.0 #78 “What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

On Ao3

Rating G - 771 words

If we were to die tomorrow, 

What more would we do, 

What less would we do, 

If we were to die tomorrow, 

I would love you.

Natasha St. Pier

When Mycroft returned home, he was surprised at the silence that greeted him instead of Greg's warm welcome. He was a little confused because he was sure that Greg had told him he would be home before he did. He checked his phone but saw no message.

Putting down his things, he saw that Greg was indeed home and called out softly, "Greg?"

No answer.

Seeing no one in the living room, he went to the bedroom, trying to ignore the slight feeling of worry that came over him.

He called again, "Greg?"

When he arrived near the bedroom, he heard the sound of gasping, so he didn't wait for Greg's answer and rushed into the room.

He immediately saw his lover sitting on the edge of the bed, obviously in the grip of an anxiety attack.

It wasn't the first time this had happened to either of them, so Mycroft knew immediately what to do.

He knelt down in front of Greg and put his hands on his knees, without pressure. Greg had his head down and looked as if he was desperately trying to catch his breath.

Mycroft, giving Greg's thighs a simple squeeze of his hands, said softly, "Greg, please raise your head and look at me."

Greg obeyed and, gasping for breath, raised his head enough to meet Mycroft's eyes.

His eyes glistened with tears and the fear that haunted him. Mycroft said softly, "It's all right, Greg. It's me."

Greg nodded slowly and seemed to be trying to control his breathing.

Meanwhile, Mycroft continued quietly, "I'm going to come and sit right behind you, okay? Do you understand me? I'm not going anywhere."

Greg nodded again.

Mycroft released him gently and did as he had just said, moving to sit behind Greg, then slipping his hands around his waist, leaning against him, his lover's chest against his back.

Then he lowered his head and whispered in Greg's ear, "Now just follow my breath, can you feel it?"

Mycroft breathed in and out, deliberately slowing and exaggerating the movement, then continued to coax Greg, "There... like that... You're doing great... keep going..."

Greg tried to speak between breaths, "What if... you don't... wake up..."

Mycroft replied reassuringly, "I'm here. We'll discuss that later, but focus on breathing first."

He felt Greg's hands come to rest on his and squeeze them tightly as he continued to breathe with Mycroft's.

They both stayed like that for a long time, and after a while Greg finally managed to calm down considerably. He leaned against Mycroft and let out a last breath, followed by a slight shudder.

He said softly, "I took a little nap and suddenly I had this nightmare where I wake up but you don't, even though I shake you and call you. You don't wake up."

Mycroft swallowed, for he too sometimes had such nightmares. He thought for a moment, wondering what to say, and finally said in an uncertain voice, "Although I wish we could go away together, one day, hopefully a very long time from now, one of us will probably wake up. Alone."

Turning in Mycroft's arms, Greg found himself straddling him and, wrapping his arms around his lover's neck, he said in a trembling voice, "I don't want that to happen."

Mycroft sighed before replying, clearly also distraught at the thought of living without Greg, "Neither do I."

"What do we do then?" asked Greg, almost like a child waiting for instructions.

Mycroft framed Greg's face with his hands and answered firmly, "We enjoy every minute we have without thinking about what's going to happen. To have no regrets."

Greg murmured against his lips, "Yes. Good idea. I can do that."

Mycroft replied in a less serious tone to lighten the mood, "Let's start right away." He began to plant kisses all over Greg's face, from his forehead to his eyelids, to his temples, to his ears, to his nose, to his cheeks, and then ended with a light kiss on his lips. Greg's lips twitched slightly as he gave a small smile before he replied, also in a lighter tone, "What are you waiting for? Keep going, don't stop."

Mycroft chuckled slightly before pressing his lips to Greg's. 

There would always be moments of doubt.

Moments of fear.

They were both well aware that it could all end at any moment. So they would make the most of the time they had. Together.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Mystrade masterlist here

[justafterawintermorning]

Mourir demain

Natasha St-Pier et Pascal Obispo

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Moi je t'aimerais... jusqu'à la fin 🥰

Et toi tu ferais quoi????