Jamais Synchrones
Francoise Hardy Lyrics


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comment savoir à quoi il pense
derrière son masque d'indifférence
son humour noir, son insolence
un coup j'me bloque, un coup j'me lance
j'ai rien à dire pour ma défense
j'pardonne pas trop l'abus d'confiance
souvent j'bats froid, je perds patience
un coup j'me tais, un coup j'balance
ouh
j'sais pas
où on va
jamais synchrones
c'est pire qu'un rituel
il touche le fond quand j'veux monter au ciel
jamais synchrones
jamais là quand j'appelle
c'est le symptôme,
c'est l'histoire habituels
jamais synchrones
problème existentiel
faut pas se fier aux apparences
les mécanismes de défense
font dire l'inverse de ce qu'on pense
un coup j'descends, un coup j'encense
ouh
j'sais pas
où on va
jamais synchrones
c'est pire qu'un rituel
qui casse le rythme et qui vous coupe les ailes
jamais synchrones
court-circuit, étincelles
ça cacophone, ça cogne et ça s'emmêle
jamais synchrones
c'est pire qu'un rituel
il touche le fond quand j'veux monter au ciel
jamais synchrones
jamais là quand j'appelle
c'est le symptôme,
c'est l'histoire habituels




jamais synchrones
aveu confidentiel

Overall Meaning

The song "Jamais Synchrones" by Françoise Hardy explores the theme of the lack of synchronization in a romantic relationship. The lyrics express the frustration and confusion of a person who cannot understand the thoughts of their partner. The first verse describes the difficulties of deciphering the emotions behind the partner's mask of indifference, their humor, and their insolence. The singer goes on to explain how they lose their patience and switch between bouts of silence and anger. They forgive but do not forget the breach of trust, making it hard for them to express themselves truthfully. The chorus emphasizes the problem of never being on the same wavelength, pushing them down when they want to climb up, and rarely being present when needed.


The second verse discusses the tendency to rely on defensive mechanisms that may not reflect how one truly feels. The singer admits to being inconsistent in their attitudes, descending from praise to criticism, and struggling to find their voice. The chorus repeats, emphasizing how the lack of synchronization is worse than a ritual that disrupts the rhythm of their relationship, causes sparks to fly, and obstructs their communication. The final line, "aveu confidentiel" (confidential admission), suggests that the singer may be sharing their struggles in confidence and implying that the problem is not solely their own.


Overall, the lyrics suggest a relationship that is strained by misunderstandings, miscommunication, and mistrust. The title "Jamais Synchrones" (Never Synchronized) implies a fundamental mismatch between the individuals involved, making it difficult for them to connect on a deeper level.


Line by Line Meaning

comment savoir à quoi il pense
How to know what he's thinking


derrière son masque d'indifférence
Behind his mask of indifference


son humour noir, son insolence
His black humor, his insolence


un coup j'me bloque, un coup j'me lance
One moment I freeze, the other I lunge


j'ai rien à dire pour ma défense
I have nothing to say in my defense


j'pardonne pas trop l'abus d'confiance
I don't forgive abuse of trust too easily


souvent j'bats froid, je perds patience
Often I act cold, I lose patience


un coup j'me tais, un coup j'balance
One moment I'm silent, the other I speak up


j'sais pas où on va
I don't know where we're going


jamais synchrones
Never in sync


c'est pire qu'un rituel
It's worse than a ritual


il touche le fond quand j'veux monter au ciel
He hits rock bottom when I want to soar


jamais là quand j'appelle
Never there when I call


c'est le symptôme, c'est l'histoire habituels
It's the symptom, it's the usual story


problème existentiel
Existential problem


faut pas se fier aux apparences
Don't rely on appearances


les mécanismes de défense
Defense mechanisms


font dire l'inverse de ce qu'on pense
Make us say the opposite of what we think


un coup j'descends, un coup j'encense
One moment I criticize, the other I praise


court-circuit, étincelles
Short circuit, sparks


ça cacophone, ça cogne et ça s'emmêle
It's cacophonic, it clashes and gets tangled up


aveu confidentiel
Confidential confession




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