After his first album Maxim Nucci in 2006, Maxim went on tour. He has been Vanessa Paradis' supporting Read Full BioYodelice (real name Maxim Nucci) was born on February 23, 1979 in Créteil, France. At 6, he joined the Conservatoire & learnt guitar. At 15, he joined London's Musician Institute, where he became the youngest guitar teacher. Playing bass, guitar & keyboards, Maxim has been noticed by Santi in 2001 & signed to Mercury. Collaborations followed...
After his first album Maxim Nucci in 2006, Maxim went on tour. He has been Vanessa Paradis' supporting act in Brussels & at Paris' Européen and Ilene Barnes' supporting act at Paris' Elysée-Montmartre.
In 2008, it was the redemption, the turning or the revolution. Yodelice came in, a new artist. With his hat, he looks like characters that inspired Tom Waits & Bob Dylan. With his voice, we think about magnificent artists like Cat Stevens or Ray LaMontagne. Maxim went to a house in Spain to write songs. Ethnic/folk songs came to him, between JJ Cale & America. "Sincerity goes through words & English-speaking themes. There's a more natural side in English, that's not my native language. But it's really my culture, Anglo-Saxon. I just wanted to record an album & be proud of it, to play it on stage." The house was named La Casa Yodelice, he borrowed this name. This English-speaking singer, unknown by Maxim Nucci's fans, became Yodelice. Maxim & Sébastien Grandgambe performed the songs in a guitar/cello version. To find the right words, Maxim worked with a Canadian actress, Marianne Groves. She understood stories in his melodies... Maxim called director Bastien Duval to build Yodelice's universe. Bastien drew Maxim's guitar with a skull. For his album Tree Of Life, Maxim recorded the rhythm section in Los Angeles, took the bass & hired drummer Abraham Laboriel Jr. Other musicians came to play brass & Sébastien Grandgambe came with his cello. Back in France, he played electric guitar & also used his skull guitar. He didn't want to leave the stage, he loved it. Like a new birth, Yodelice was born.
Sunday With A Flu
Yodelice Lyrics
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Missed my bus in the pouring rain
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
Burnt my toast and lost your number
Cut my finger, spilled my beer
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Had a chat and left my hat
Ate my dog and walked my cat
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Called a cabbage threw the garbage
Asked for help and got some kelp
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
The lyrics of "Sunday With A Flu" by Yodelice depict a day in the life of someone who is nursing a cold or flu and is unable to move on from a person they have been pining over. Despite the mundane nature of the day, their mind is constantly drifting towards thoughts of the person who they just can't get over.
The song starts with the protagonist closing their door, only to realise they have forgotten their key, setting the tone for a day full of mishaps. They miss their bus in the pouring rain and burn their toast while trying to make breakfast. The chorus repeats the phrase "It's been the usual Sunday with a flu, and I just can't get over you", emphasising the protagonist's inability to move on from their past relationship.
The second verse shows the protagonist losing the person's number, cutting their finger while attempting to make lunch, and even mixing up their pets. The line "I put your stockings in my purple boots" serves as a haunting reminder of the person they can't get over, and the repetition of the line "What if I don't get over you?" highlights the desperation they feel.
Overall, the lyrics of "Sunday With A Flu" portray the monotony of a sick day paired with the overwhelming emotions of heartbreak, creating a relatable and poignant depiction of the human experience.
Line by Line Meaning
Closed my door, forgot my key
I left my house without my keys and couldn't get back inside.
Missed my bus in the pouring rain
I was stuck in the rain and missed my bus, causing me to be late and miserable.
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
I'm sick and it's just another boring, uneventful Sunday.
And I just can't get over you
I'm still not over you and it's making my sickness and loneliness worse.
Burnt my toast and lost your number
I made a simple task harder by burning my toast, and to top it off, I lost your phone number so I can't even talk to you.
Cut my finger, spilled my beer
I'm so clumsy that I ended up cutting my finger and spilling my beer.
I put your stockings in my purple boots
I'm still holding onto the memories of you by putting your stockings in my boots.
What if I don't get over you?
I'm scared that I won't be able to move on from you and it's consuming me.
Had a chat and left my hat
I had a conversation with someone and was so distracted that I ended up leaving without my hat.
Ate my dog and walked my cat
I'm so out of it that I'm mixing up my actions and saying nonsensical things.
Called a cabbage threw the garbage
I'm so out of it that I'm calling objects by the wrong name and throwing them away.
Asked for help and got some kelp
I asked for help but didn't get what I was looking for, just some useless seaweed.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: MARIANNE GROVES, MAXIME RODOLPHE NOUCHY
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GuinouGame
Closed my door, forgot my key
Missed my bus in the pouring rain
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
Burnt my toast and lost your number
Cut my finger, spilled my beer
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Had a chat and left my hat
Ate my dog and walked my cat
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Called a cabbage threw the garbage
Asked for help and got some kelp
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Buffet Guillaume
Closed my door, forgot my key
Missed my bus in the pouring rain
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
Burnt my toast and lost your number
Cut my finger, spilled my beer
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Had a chat and left my hat
Ate my dog and walked my cat
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Called a cabbage threw the garbage
Asked for help and got some kelp
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
GuinouGame
Closed my door, forgot my key
Missed my bus in the pouring rain
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
Burnt my toast and lost your number
Cut my finger, spilled my beer
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Had a chat and left my hat
Ate my dog and walked my cat
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Called a cabbage threw the garbage
Asked for help and got some kelp
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Raph
Closed my door, forgot my key
Missed my bus in the pouring rain
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
Burnt my toast and lost your number
Cut my finger, spilled my beer
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Had a chat and left my hat
Ate my dog and walked my cat
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Called a cabbage threw the garbage
Asked for help and got some kelp
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Kyos Kristal
Closed (1) my door, Forgot (2) my key
Missed (3) my bus in the pouring rain
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
Burnt (4) my toast and forgot (5) your number
Cut (6) my finger, spilled (7) my beer
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
Chorus:
I put (8) your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you ?
Had (9) a chat and left (10) my hat
Ate (11) my dog and walked (12) my cat
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
Chorus X2
Called (13) a cabbage, threw (14) the garbage
Asked (15) for help and got (16) some kelp
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
OliviaMay
Closed my door, forgot my key
Missed my bus in the pouring rain
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
Burnt my toast and lost your number
Cut my finger, spilled my beer
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Had a chat and left my hat
Ate my dog and walked my cat
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Called a cabbage threw the garbage
Asked for help and got some kelp
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you ?
flying_dutchman 09
Je viens ici comme en pèlerinage, pour rendre hommage à la première vidéo que j'ai jamais regardé sur YouTube. J'avais la moitié de mon âge actuel, et cette période où la vie était plus facile me manque un peu parfois... Même si je ne regrette pas le chemin parcouru, écouter cette chanson me fait penser à la ville de mon enfance, à tous ceux que j'ai laissé derrière moi, à tous ces amis perdus de vue, à cette période de ma vie pleine d'innocence qui me rend nostalgique...
Pour moi, Sunday With A Flu, c'est tout ça, en plus d'être une magnifique chanson.
Benjamin Chaudron
@Oryx_500Pas gentil
Benjamin Chaudron
C'est très bien belle pensé
roro gogo
@Øxigen surtout vu le niveau de la chanson ;-)
Øxigen
@Oryx_500 son prof de philo j'pense 😔
lulatation
@Oryx_500 a mon a vis de la coc
GuinouGame
Closed my door, forgot my key
Missed my bus in the pouring rain
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
Burnt my toast and lost your number
Cut my finger, spilled my beer
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Had a chat and left my hat
Ate my dog and walked my cat
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Called a cabbage threw the garbage
Asked for help and got some kelp
It's been the usual Sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Claire LE DORH
Closed my door, forgot my key Missed my bus in the pouring rain It's been the usual sunday with a flu And I just can't get over you Burnt my toast and lost your number Cut my finger, spilled my beer It's been the usual sunday with a flu And I just can't get over you I put your stockings in my purple boots What if I don't get over you ? Had a chat and left my hat Ate my dog and walked my cat It's been the usual sunday with a flu And I just can't get over you I put your stockings in my purple boo
MaxPrd
😉👌
Yann le cunff
si c toi sur ta photo de profil t trop belle