(Sexy) Song of the Day: Edith Piaf “C’est Merveilleux”

I just spent the last few hours writing an article about Paris, a city i’ve never had the good fortune to visit (but now really, really want to). As a result, I have instantly been hit with a good dose of romantic thought. I know I don’t really talk much about romance on here, but I do recognize that it can be sexy from time to time. Unlike my last (S)SOTD, this is not a hot, bump-n-grind, get freaky with the handcuffs kind of song. But it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s not sexy either. The thing about sexy is that it can be all kinds of things. And because i’ve been listening to Edith Piaf all night in order to summon the muses for my writing, I finally discovered this song:

 

Upon first listen, I didn’t think it anything exceptional. But then I started really listening. And then I looked up the lyrics. My French, well, c’est horrible at the moment, so I did ask Google Translate to help me out a bit. Piecing it’s rough translation with my own translation, the song took on a whole new meaning. And then it seemed like the perfect predecessor to the kind of sex that comes with longing, the kind that happens when you finally see someone again after days or weeks or months or years. The kind where the instant your eyes meet, it’s like time never passed, and the chemistry overwhelms you as your mouths reach out, inhaling the scent of the one you missed so much. The kind where you kiss frantically for fear that it might all be a dream as you both fall in to bed, clutching at those last remaining articles of clothing. And the chorus hits and the goosebumps spread throughout your bodies as you take pause to smile at how perfect the moment it, how good your bodies can feel to one another.

Goddamn am I romantic at 3am… Maybe it’s the delirium setting in. Regardless, this is a damn good song and one that could be used for more “special occasion” sexy times. I’ll have to be sure to throw it on a playlist for the day I find the great shag of my life somewhere in the streets of Paris. It’s gotta happen sometime, right?

The Amazing Edith Piaf

Anyway, lyrics can be found below in French (do your own damn translation). Enjoy!

Le jour où tu m’as rencontrée
Etait un jour triste à mourir
Et je traînais dans mes pensées
Un ennui à n’en plus finir
Mais il a suffi que tu viennes
Pour que j’oublie toutes mes peines

{Refrain:}
C’est merveilleux
Quand on est tous les deux
Le bonheur nous surveille
C’est merveilleux
Quand on est amoureux
Les beaux jours se réveillent
C’est merveilleux
La vie est peinte en bleu
A grands coups de soleil
Puisque je t’aime et que tu m’aimes
C’est merveilleux

Nous passerons toute la vie
A chanter un si grand amour
Pour une chanson si jolie
La vie n’a pas assez de jours
Nous en ferons une harmonie
Qui ne sera jamais finie

Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler (Living New Orleans – Part 1)

New Orleans. The Big Easy. The City that Care Forgot. Immediately upon arriving here, you pretty much begin to understand why this place has the nicknames that it does. New Orleans is quite literally unlike any other city I’ve ever been to. It’s been over 2.5 months into my travels, and it seems appropriate that this is where they would end (at least temporarily). People talk about New York being the city that never sleeps, but I can assure you that it is just as easy to never sleep in this town. 24 hour bars and a lack of open container laws, jazz music and hustling performers on the streets, obnoxious tourists attempting to re-enact Mardi Gras on a nightly basis, thousands of folks just trying to get by, and still not a day goes by that I haven’t heard someone bring up Katrina. I’m trying to find my place here, but I know it’s going to be a bit of a challenge. The people certainly don’t move as fast as NYC, but they certainly take care of their own in the same way. Since arriving, i’ve stayed with 3 different CouchSurfing hosts, all pretty fantastic people, each with their own stories about how they got here. The people, on the whole, are genuinely nice, which is, well, nice in itself. Strangers start up conversation, and not just because they’re drunk at the bar. This is certainly not Miami. On the whole, people are more than willing to point you in the right direction of whatever you might need. And there’s a small town feel because it is inherently a small town. The city proper, which is where i’m staying, only has a bit over 300k individuals. It’s no wonder i’ve already started running into people and recognizing people, and i’ve been just shy of a week! It’s bizarre, i’ll say that.

In the past few weeks, I’ve been to 7 different cities and slept on more beds and surfaces than I care to count. I’m not sure if I’ll actually be able to sustain myself here in New Orleans, but I’ve begun to hunt for jobs and hope that something pops up. Money is of course an issue, but hopefully won’t be for much longer. This is definitely a hustling city. Jobs are hard as hell to come by, especially the kind that i’m used to, in cushy offices. Service industry seems the best route to go, or so they tell me, so i’m basically putting my eggs in as many different baskets as I can. Everyone says I should at least stay for Halloween, and fingers crossed i’ll at least achieve that. But honestly, I really wouldn’t mind sticking it out here for at least a few months, maybe through next year or even past that. There’s something so alluring about this place. It has a different energy than anywhere else I’ve been. I’m an agnostic on the whole, but it’s like there’s magic in the air. Maybe it’s all the voodoo shops and the random pagan folks I’ve met and the enchantment of the above ground cemeteries. The night air just feels different. And every day i’m here, even if it’s a bit rough hunting down employment, I fall in love with something new. The houses, the architecture. The street cars, especially at night. The music, which i’ve only yet begun to hear. The whole concept of the Second Line. Like I said, there’s just an energy here that can’t be replicated anywhere else. Some people say this is the most unique city in America, and while I haven’t seen all of America yet, I’d say they were right in my eyes. There are plenty of amazing places in this country. I’ve been surprised at the things I’ve found on my journey thus far, changing my own misconceptions about what places were “supposed” to be like, allowing myself to get lost in foreign towns and then found again. If I was in love with travel before, I am basically feeling obsessed with it now. This is definitely going to be a lifestyle to maintain for the rest of my life. But for now, I’m courting New Orleans, or she is courting me. We dance a little and flirt a lot and man, does she like to buy me drinks. And even if I end up having to go back home and reassess for just a little while until things pick up, I can definitely see myself coming back.

But for now, as the French say, laissez les bon temps rouler!