Gaël Faye is a Franco-Rwandan singer-songwriter. Through his texts and his… Read Full Bio ↴Gaël Faye is a Franco-Rwandan singer-songwriter. Through his texts and his music he questions his own life experience by addressing the themes of exile, miscegenation, domination and genocide.
Gaël Faye was born in 1982 in Burundi to a Rwandan mother, a Tutsi refugee, and a French father. He is educated at the French school of Bujumbura. In 1995, after the outbreak of the civil war, his family repatriated to France. Gaël Faye, who spent his adolescence in Yvelines, France, discovered rap and began to write and practice slam. Faye studied in a business school, obtained a master's degree in finance and worked in London for two years for an investment fund. He left the city of London to focus on music. Gaël Faye forms the group Milk Coffee & Sugar with Edgar Sekloka. The duo released an album in 2009 and was named "discovery" of the Printemps de Bourges in 2011.
Pili Pili sur un croissant au beurre, Gaël Faye's first solo album, was released in 2013. The disc was recorded between Paris and Bujumbura.

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Gaël Faye Lyrics

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T'es tellement piteux ti-peu que je vais te pé-ta petit type
Petit à petit, tu titubes et tu te demandes qui t'es ?
Quitter vite, éviter l'équipe rythmique épileptique
On pique et kick l'éthique étique d'une société trop inique
Je suis le Bic pas de panique un peu de beat un peu de feat
Et moi j'hésite en ego trip, je m'égosille pour les gros titres
Je prends la fuite, pars sur orbite sans qu'on m'invite, voici le pitre
Voici mes disques et puis ma zic le piment pique à pic, incite !

J'suis l'flow qui copie les tams-tams
J'suis l'chaud qui t'bâche par des tas d'vannes
Peut-être beau mais moche pour des tas d'femmes
Vote sans états d'âme, perds sans être un âne
La fin d'un monde, man, qui se trame
Des bombes qui grondent en mélodrame
Meeny, miny, moe, on a les minima sociaux
On perd tous nos idéaux, on vit comme des animaux

Okay so you had no stuff
Like that growing up
But you managed
Sure Nuff!
Yeah! So your van broke down
Favourite band broke up
But you managed
Sure Nuff!
Okay so have no luck
And your plans go bust
But you managed
Sure Nuff!
Go 'head let your hand go up
If your life seem tough
And you still standing up
(If you Rambo tough
And still standing up)
Its like they favorite song
Getting played all day long
You hear it just came on
Then you get enough and turn it off
When the whole world goes wrong
And all your faith is gone
You can't just wait on God
Gotta get yourself up get involved

Y'a le name droping, les mails en copie
La France qui cotise, la famille qu'on se coltine
Les frères qui cantinent, les quelques centimes
La physique quantique, les prix qu'on estime
Les gens que l'on tue, les fêtes confettis
Les ordres de Poutine, le plutonium sushi
La guerre, le sida, Darfour et Biafra
Et puis dans tout ça l'opinion du quidam
Bistrot, troquet, la merde, le réel
Quand j'enlève la virgule la merde est réelle
Objectifs, chiffres, rafles, écoles
ADN, fichage, charters qui décollent
Ralliement, connivence, collusion, dissension
Hutu ou Tutsi, me pose jamais la question
Les amours, le cœur, les amis, les tourments
Et l'espoir d'une victoire des Dinkas du Soudan

Okay so you had no stuff
Like that growing up
But you managed
Sure Nuff!
Yeah! So your van broke down
Favourite band broke up
But you managed
Sure Nuff!
Okay so have no luck
And your plans go bust
But you managed
Sure Nuff!
Go 'head let your hand go up
If your life seem tough
And you still standing up
(If you Rambo tough
And still standing up)
Ah Yeah!
Get involved
Life is hard listen
When it throws rocks
Get involved
Carry on lift them
You ain't no victim
We all living
Trying to beat the system
You'll get your highs and lows
You'll win and some you won't
Its like they favorite song
Getting played all day long
You hear it just came on
Then you get enough and turn it off
When the whole world goes wrong
And all your faith is gone

You can't just wait on God
Gotta get yourself up get involved

Overall Meaning

The first verse of the song "Blend" by Gaël Faye talks about someone who is helpless and weak, trying to find their identity, and struggling to fit in. The singer is mocking this person, calling them names and telling them to leave quickly and avoid the epileptic rhythm of society. The singer also talks about their own indecisiveness and ego trips. Through the use of music and rhythm, the singer hopes to incite change and expose the injustices of society.

The second verse touches on a wide range of topics, from politics and war to personal relationships and love. The singer talks about the challenges of living in a world filled with chaos and corruption, but also emphasizes the importance of hope and perseverance. The chorus repeats the phrase "Sure Nuff!" to encourage listeners to acknowledge their struggles but also celebrate their ability to overcome them.

Overall, the song "Blend" is a reflection on the complexity of modern society, the struggles of daily life, and the importance of resilience and optimism.

Line by Line Meaning

T'es tellement piteux ti-peu que je vais te pé-ta petit type
You're so pitiful, little man, that I'm going to crush you, little type

Petit à petit, tu titubes et tu te demandes qui t'es ?
Little by little, you stumble and wonder who you are?

Quitter vite, éviter l'équipe rythmique épileptique
Leave quickly, avoid the epileptic rhythmic team

On pique et kick l'éthique étique d'une société trop inique
We pick and kick the ethical ethics of a society that's too unfair

Je suis le Bic pas de panique un peu de beat un peu de feat
I am the Bic, no need to panic, a little beat, a little feat

Et moi j'hésite en ego trip, je m'égosille pour les gros titres
And I hesitate in ego trip, I yell for big headlines

Je prends la fuite, pars sur orbite sans qu'on m'invite, voici le pitre
I run away, go into orbit without being invited, here's the clown

Voici mes disques et puis ma zic le piment pique à pic, incite !
Here are my records and then my music, the spice spikes sharply, incites!

J'suis l'flow qui copie les tams-tams
I am the flow that copies the drums

J'suis l'chaud qui t'bâche par des tas d'vannes
I am the heat that covers you with jokes

Peut-être beau mais moche pour des tas d'femmes
Maybe handsome but ugly for many women

Vote sans états d'âme, perds sans être un âne
Vote without conscience, lose without being a donkey

La fin d'un monde, man, qui se trame
The end of a world, man, that's brewing

Des bombes qui grondent en mélodrame
Bombs that rumble in melodrama

Meeny, miny, moe, on a les minima sociaux
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, we have the minimum social welfare

On perd tous nos idéaux, on vit comme des animaux
We lose all our ideals, we live like animals

Y'a le name droping, les mails en copie
There's name dropping, emails in copy

La France qui cotise, la famille qu'on se coltine
France contributing, the family we put up with

Les frères qui cantinent, les quelques centimes
The brothers who sing, the few cents

La physique quantique, les prix qu'on estime
Quantum physics, the prices we estimate

Les gens que l'on tue, les fêtes confettis
The people we kill, the festive confetti

Les ordres de Poutine, le plutonium sushi
Putin's orders, the plutonium sushi

La guerre, le sida, Darfour et Biafra
War, AIDS, Darfur and Biafra

Et puis dans tout ça l'opinion du quidam
And then in all this, the opinion of the common man

Bistrot, troquet, la merde, le réel
Bar, the shit, the real

Quand j'enlève la virgule la merde est réelle
When I remove the comma, the shit is real

Objectifs, chiffres, rafles, écoles
Objectives, numbers, raids, schools

ADN, fichage, charters qui décollent
DNA, filing, charters that take off

Ralliement, connivence, collusion, dissension
Rallying, connivance, collusion, dissension

Hutu ou Tutsi, me pose jamais la question
Hutu or Tutsi, I never ask the question

Les amours, le cœur, les amis, les tourments
The loves, the heart, the friends, the torments

Et l'espoir d'une victoire des Dinkas du Soudan
And the hope for a victory of the Dinkas in Sudan

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: GAEL FAYE, BOITUMELO NDIDA SINQUMO MOLEKANE, GUILLAUME PONCELET

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