Montreal, Canada in 2008.

Patrick Pleau’s claim to fame came in 2007… Read Full Bio ↴Montreal, Canada in 2008.

Patrick Pleau’s claim to fame came in 2007 along with his band Plajia and the release Beautiful Explosion; an album for which Patrick wrote the majority of the lyrics and music. Beautiful Explosion was nominated in 2008 for Archambault’s ‘Grand Prix de la relève’ (with fellow nomeniees : Tricot Machine, Samian, Alfa Rococo, Gaële, Le Husky & Bruno Marcil).

Hype-Moi, Patrick’s first solo project produced by Bob & Bill (Guy Dubuc and Marc Lessard) ranges from urban to oneiric themes. Several songs also make light of his “Geek / Internet” persona; tongue-in-cheek references to his past reputations. Raised in a musical environment (Patrick’s father was a DJ), it is with this first francophone release that he refined his lyrical stylings which he describes as “Peter Pan-like controlled naiveté” with songs written between 2002 and 2008 (including previously unreleased tracks from Plajia). Hype-Moi could be considered as the logical follow-up to Beautiful Explosion, with more of a masterful production and craftier songs (as shown by its first radio-single; Bacolophobe).

Though seemingly provocative, the album’s title Hype-Moi (Hype-Me) is a humorous invitation — one that should not be taken as a direct assault against critics but might recommend a different approach with which to showcase up-and-coming artists. Further following the example set by Beautiful Explosion, on Hype-Moi Patrick carefully utilizes sonic landscapes of popular 70s instruments such as Fender Rhodes and Wurlitzer keys.

In addition to the first single, absurd/cryptic video shorts will be released in the following weeks to promote the album.

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Valerie
Patrick Pleau Lyrics

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Le monde a besoin de toi mon rire ne m?appartient pas
Il te resemble
Les années sont mélangées
Je comprends mieux le sang qui coule en nous

comme avant solidaire sanguinaire
Ton petit frère con, mais prospère chante Valérie

tes yeux doux se fondent au ciel
Quand les miens se ferment et dansent
Tes yeux doux se fondent au ciel
Mêmes les fous se sentent bizarres

mon monde a besoin de toi
Ton rire ne t?appartient pas il me resemble
Les années sont mélangées
Je comprends maintenant pourquoi tu es là
J?me sens moins seul

comme avant solidaire sanguinaire
Quand les frontières se brisent en deux
Un (duo) voix le jour

tes yeux doux se fondent au ciel
Quand les miens se ferment et dansent
Tes yeux doux se fondent au ciel
Mêmes les fous se sentent bizarres

Malgré tout, j?me sens moin seul
Malgré tout, j?me sens moin seul

Overall Meaning

In Patrick Pleau's song "Valérie," the opening lyrics state, "Le monde a besoin de toi mon rire ne m'appartient pas. Il te ressemble. Les années sont mélangées. Je comprends mieux le sang qui coule en nous." These lines, roughly translated to English, express the idea that the world needs Valérie and that the singer recognizes a similarity between himself and her. The next lines describe a sense of unity and brotherhood, even with those who may seem foolish or uncaring, as Valérie's little brother sings her name. The chorus repeats the idea that Valérie's gentle eyes blend into the sky while others feel "bizarre," but the singer feels less alone in her presence.

The second verse repeats similar themes, emphasizing that the singer needs Valérie's laughter and understands why she is in his life. The lines "comme avant solidaire sanguinaire," which can be translated roughly to "like before, united and bloodthirsty," suggest a shared history and perhaps even violence. However, when the boundaries are broken, a duo voice emerges, and the singer feels less alone again. The chorus repeats, emphasizing the strange and otherworldly quality of Valérie's presence.

Line by Line Meaning

Le monde a besoin de toi mon rire ne m’appartient pas
I need you in this world, my happiness is not mine alone

Il te resemble
You look like me

Les années sont mélangées
Time is a blur

Je comprends mieux le sang qui coule en nous
I understand our shared history and struggles

comme avant solidaire sanguinaire
Like the old times, united in battle

Ton petit frère con, mais prospère chante Valérie
Your silly but successful little brother sings Valérie

tes yeux doux se fondent au ciel
Your gentle eyes merge with the sky

Quand les miens se ferment et dansent
As mine close and dance

Mêmes les fous se sentent bizarres
Even the crazy feel strange

mon monde a besoin de toi
My world needs you

Ton rire ne t’appartient pas il me resemble
Your laughter is not yours alone, it looks like mine