La ville s'appelait Rodolphe
Didier Wampas Lyrics


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LA VILLE S’APPELAIT RODOLPHE

Cité des cosmonautes
En jean Rica Lewis
On en riait pourtant
Comme dans un garage belge

C'est pas grave ma chérie
Je préfèrerais encore
Adopter une frite
Comme dans un garage belge

La ville s’appelait Rodolphe
Et les gens étaient bleus
La ville s’appelait Rodolphe
Et pourtant c'était vrai

Y'a mon micro sans fil
Brouillé par les avions
Mais je chantais quand même
Comme dans un garage belge

La ville s’appelait Rodolphe
Mes souvenirs étaient verts
La ville s’appelait Rodolphe
Et pourtant je t'aimais

La ville s’appelait Rodolphe
Et nos vies étaient roses
La ville s’appelait Rodolphe
Et pourtant on vivait
T'as un autocollant
De collé sur ton collant




La ville s’appelait Rodolphe
Et pourtant je t'aimais

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Didier Wampas's song "La ville s'appelait Rodolphe" depict a city called Rodolphe, which seems to be a place filled with nostalgia and whimsical elements. The opening lines mention the city's association with cosmonauts and jeans, creating an atmosphere that blends the futuristic and the mundane. Despite the lightheartedness, there is a sense of irony as the singer states that they would prefer to adopt a French fry, as if to say that even in this strange city, the familiar comfort of a simple snack would be preferable.


The repeated chorus emphasizes the name of the city, Rodolphe, and how the people there were blue. This could be interpreted metaphorically, suggesting that the inhabitants were melancholic or felt disconnected from their surroundings. However, the lyrics also stress that this was a true experience, implying that even in their blue state, there was an authenticity to their emotions or existence.


The second verse introduces a wireless microphone disrupted by airplanes, highlighting the challenges the singer faces in communication. Despite this obstacle, they still continue to sing, paralleling the perseverance often found in a garage band environment. The lyrics continue to evoke a sense of nostalgia and personal memories being green, suggesting that the past is imbued with a certain vibrancy or growth.


The final chorus reflects on the city's name and how their lives were once filled with joy and optimism. The presence of an sticker stuck to someone's stockings (collant) adds a touch of whimsy and quirkiness, further emphasizing the distinctive nature of this city. The concluding line expresses love despite the strangeness of the city and its name, suggesting that these peculiarities do not diminish the singer's affection.


Overall, "La ville s'appelait Rodolphe" captures a whimsical and nostalgic portrayal of a city with eccentricities and a hint of melancholy, but also an underlying sense of love and authenticity.


Line by Line Meaning

Cité des cosmonautes
The city where the residents are dreamers and adventurers, like cosmonauts exploring outer space


En jean Rica Lewis
Wearing jeans made by the brand Rica Lewis


On en riait pourtant
Yet, we still found it amusing


Comme dans un garage belge
Just like in a Belgian garage


C'est pas grave ma chérie
It doesn't matter, my darling


Je préfèrerais encore
I would still prefer


Adopter une frite
To adopt a French fry


La ville s’appelait Rodolphe
The city was called Rodolphe


Et les gens étaient bleus
And the people were blue


La ville s’appelait Rodolphe
The city was called Rodolphe


Et pourtant c'était vrai
And yet, it was true


Y'a mon micro sans fil
I have my wireless microphone


Brouillé par les avions
Interfered with by the planes


Mais je chantais quand même
But I still sang


Comme dans un garage belge
Just like in a Belgian garage


La ville s’appelait Rodolphe
The city was called Rodolphe


Mes souvenirs étaient verts
My memories were green


La ville s’appelait Rodolphe
The city was called Rodolphe


Et pourtant je t'aimais
And yet, I loved you


La ville s’appelait Rodolphe
The city was called Rodolphe


Et nos vies étaient roses
And our lives were pink


La ville s’appelait Rodolphe
The city was called Rodolphe


Et pourtant on vivait
And yet, we lived


T'as un autocollant
You have a sticker


De collé sur ton collant
Stuck on your leggings


La ville s’appelait Rodolphe
The city was called Rodolphe


Et pourtant je t'aimais
And yet, I loved you




Lyrics © ATMO SONGS, BMG Rights Management
Written by: Samuel MICHEL, Patrick SOURIMANT, Franck HAMEL, Mikaël PRIMA, Frédéric GRANSARD, Didier WAMPAS

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