Ce Matin-La 
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I woke up this morning baby
The blues was pouring out of me"
Cent fois ces mots je les ai dits
Ces mots que d'autres avaient ecrits
De toute ma voix, de toute mon ame
Le blues comme on me l'a appris
Mais ce matin la, j'ai compris
The blues was pouring out of me"
A hundred times I said those words
Those words others wrote
With all my voice, with all my soul
The blues like I learned it
But that morning, I understood
La peine aux longs champs de coton
J'imaginais de mon cocon
Les coups, le sang, les temps boueux
J'avais mal en fermant les yeux

The hard work in the cotton fields
I was imagining in my cocoon
The hits, the blood, the mud weather
I was hurt while closing my eyes
J'ai des pardons, j'ai des prieres
Mais l'blues c'est pas des phrases en l'air

I have forgives, I have prayers
But the blues isn't sentences you throw in the air
Mais ce matin t'as vraiment froid
Tu comprends du fond de ta poitrine
Tous les blues sont ecrits pour toi

But this morning you're really cold
You understand deep in your chest
All the blues are written for you
Nobody knows how I really feel
Nobody knows, nobody cares"
Les mots te brulent un par un comme s'ils
Comme s'ils t'appartiennent enfin
Ces blues etaient les tiens

Nobody knows how I really feel
Nobody knows, nobody cares"
Words are burning your one by one like if
Like if they are finally yours
Those blues were yours
De toute ma voix, toute mon ame, "with all the soul that I can"
Le blues qu'on n'm'a jamais appris
Nobody knows, nobody sees"
With all my voice, all my soul, "with all the soul that I can"




The blues I was never taught
Nobody knows, nobody sees"

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Air's song "Ce Matinla" speak to personal pain and the deep understanding that can come from experiencing the blues. The opening lines express the overwhelming experience of waking up with the blues pouring out of oneself. The singer then reflects on the many times he has sung these words and how they were not completely understood until this particular morning. He imagines the struggle and pain of those who worked in the cotton fields, and though he has asked for forgiveness and prayed, he knows that the blues is not something that can be easily dismissed. In the end, the singer realizes that all the blues were written for him and the words burn within him because they are finally his own.


Line by Line Meaning

I woke up this morning baby The blues was pouring out of me"
A hundred times I said those words/Those words others wrote/With all my voice, with all my soul/The blues like I learned it/But that morning, I understood


La peine aux longs champs de coton J'imaginais de mon cocon Les coups, le sang, les temps boueux J'avais mal en fermant les yeux
The hard work in the cotton fields/I was imagining in my cocoon/The hits, the blood, the mud weather/I was hurt while closing my eyes


J'ai des pardons, j'ai des prieres Mais l'blues c'est pas des phrases en l'air
I have forgives, I have prayers/But the blues isn't sentences you throw in the air


Mais ce matin t'as vraiment froid Tu comprends du fond de ta poitrine Tous les blues sont ecrits pour toi
But this morning you're really cold/You understand deep in your chest/All the blues are written for you


Nobody knows how I really feel Nobody knows, nobody cares" Les mots te brulent un par un comme s'ils Comme s'ils t'appartiennent enfin Ces blues etaient les tiens
Nobody knows how I really feel/Nobody knows, nobody cares/Words are burning your one by one like if/Like if they are finally yours/Those blues were yours


De toute ma voix, toute mon ame, "with all the soul that I can" Le blues qu'on n'm'a jamais appris Nobody knows, nobody sees"
With all my voice, all my soul, "with all the soul that I can"/The blues I was never taught/Nobody knows, nobody sees




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DAVID SINCLAIR WHITAKER, JEAN BENOIT DUNCKEL, NICOLAS JEAN MICHEL GODIN, PATRICK WOODCOCK

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When the curtains close this will be playing at my funeral. It's just that beautiful.

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"The trees like lungs filling with air
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Blissful music.
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