(R. De Simone)
Jesce sole, jesce sole
nun te fa' cchiù suspirà!
Siente mai ca le ffigliuole
hanno tanto da prià.
(G.Daniele)
'Ncoppa l'evera ca addore se ne scennene e' culure
E cammina o vicchiariello sotta a luna
Quante vote s'è fermato pe' parlà cu quaccheduno
E nun ce sta mai nisciuno che se ferma po' sentì
E cammina, cammina vicino 'o puorto
Rirenno pensa a' morte
Se venisse mo fosse cchiù cuntento
Tanto io parlo e nisciuno me sento
Guardando 'o mare penso a' Maria
Cca' mo nun ce sta cchiù
So sulo tre anni, ma ce' penso tutte 'e sere
Passo o' tiempo e nun me pare o vero
E cammina, cammina vicino 'o puorto
E chiagnenno piens a' morte
Sotta a' luna nun parla nisciuno
Sotta a' luna nisciuno vo' sentì
(T. Van Zandt)
Well, a diamond fades quickly when matched to the face of Maria
All the harps they sound empty when she lifts her lips to the sky
Ah the brown of her skin makes her hair seem a soft golden rainfall
that spills from the mountains to the bottomless depths of her eyes
She stands all around me her hands slowly siftin' the sunshine
All the laughter that lingers down deep 'neath her smilin' is free
Well, it spins and it twirls like a hummingbird lost in the morning
then caresses the south wind and silently sails to the sea
As softly she wanders I'll desperately follow her footsteps
I chase after shadows that offer a trace of her sigh
They promise eternally that she lies hidden within them
but I find they've decieved me and sadly I bid them goodbye
So the serpent slides slowly away with his moments of laughter
and the old washer-woman has finished her cleanin' and gone
but the bamboo hangs heavy in the bondage of quicksilver daydreams
and a lonely child longingly looks for a place to belong
(R. De Simone)
Chi nasce annuda e chi nasce 'ncammisa.
I' ca nascette annuda e senza niente,
Aspetto ca pe' me cagna lu viento.
Chi nasce cane e chi nascette gatta.
I' ca nascette gatta e no canillo,
Aspetto 'e m"o 'ncappa' nu suricillo.
Chi 'a tene 'argiento e chi la tene d'oro
La cajulella pe' 'ncappa' 'o palummo,
E forse io sola 'a tenarraggio 'e chiummo.
Chi nasce 'ncunia e chi nasce martiello.
Si 'stu martiello 'ncasa e nun m'apprezza,
Pure vene lu juorno ca se spezza.
Chi nasce janco e chi niro gravone.
I' mò gravone so' ma te n'adduone,
Lu juorno ca m'appicciarraggio bbuono.
(A. Peters)
Mi s’ar su chemin
Mi vois coups coups d’ cognes na plein
Qui coté zot y vient ?
Partout mi sava
Tout ça mi comprends pas
Na trop wati-watia
Tout le wati-watia,
Tout ’ zot wati-watia
Oh qui l’est ou là d’dans
Oh qui l’est ou mon frère
Oh qui l’est ou là quand
Ti vois moins l’est misère
Oh qui l’est ou là d’dans
Oh qui l’est ou mon frère
Oh qui l’est ou là quand
Ti vois moins l’est misère
Deux-trois néna plein,
Deux-trois na point rien
Tout’ i mange zot’ douleur
Des fois ti demande
Mamman pou qoué à moins i pleure
Carri na point pou l’ coeur
Carri na point pou l’ coeur Carri na point pou l’ coeur
Oh qui l’est ou là d’dans
Oh qui lé ou bonheur
Oh qui est l ou la d’dans
Oh mangé pour le coeur
Oh qui l’est ou là d’dans
Oh qui lé ou bonheur
Oh qui est l ou la d’dans
Oh mangé pour le coeur
Partout i fait noir ,
Mi enterre pas l’espoir
Tout’ l’ temps soleil levé
Z’oiseaux la chanté
Moin si moin va chanter
Même l’est dur ma chanter,
Si l’est dur ma chanter
Même l’est dur ma chanter
Oh qui l’est ou là d’dans
Oh qui l’est ou mon frère
Oh qui l’est ou là quand
Ti vois moins l’est misère
Oh qui l’est ou là d’dans
Oh qui lé ou bonheur
Oh qui est l ou la d’dans
Oh mangé pour le coeur
Oh qui l’est ou là d’dans
Oh qui l’est ou là d’dans
Oh qui l’est ou là d’dans
Oh qui l’est ou là d’dans
(E.Fusco / R. Falvo)
Dicitencello a 'sta cumpagna vosta
ch'aggio perduto 'o suonno
e 'a fantasia
ch' a penzo sempe,
ch'è tutt a vita mia
I' nce 'o vvulesse dicere,
ma nun ce 'o ssaccio dí!
A voglio bene
A voglio bene assaje
Dicitencello vuje
ca nun mm a scordo maje.
E' na passione,
cchiù forte 'e na catena,
ca mme turmenta ll'anema
e nun mme fa campá!
Dicitencello ch'è na rosa 'e maggio,
ch'è assaje cchiù bella '
'e na jurnata'e sole
Da 'a vocca soja,cchiu fresca d'e vviole
i' giá vulesse sèntere
ch'è 'nnammurata 'e me!
A voglio bene
A voglio bene assaje
Dicitencello vuje
ca nun mm a scordo maje.
E' na passione,
cchiù forte 'e na catena,
ca mme turmenta ll'anema
e nun mme fa campá!
Executive production by Laurent Bizot & Thibaut Mullings
Artwork : Piers Faccini
Design : Element-s
Photo : Payram
All tracks recorded by Philippe Teissier du Cros in the Cévennes (France), from august 16th to 19th 2013 at Antoine and Maries Mas des Sources, at le Prieuré St-Martin de Cézas and in the cave vinicole du domaine de Cauviac.
Mixed by Philippe Teissier du Cros at boxson studio, Paris, in october 2013
Mastered by Raphael Jonin at studio j raph i.n.g, paris on december 19th 2013
Piers Faccini : voice and guitar
Vincent Segal : cello
Songs 2, 4, 7 and 11 published by no format! and beating drum
Piers and Vincent would like to thank René Lacaille, Loy Ehrlich, Antoine and Marie Dalbard, Nicolas and Béatrice Walcker, association Asphodèle Le Prieuré.
Piers Faccini and Vincent Segal met in Paris in the late 1980s and have been friends ever since. Songs of Time Lost is their first joint album. Using voice, guitar and cello-andin a variety of languages from English to Neapolitan dialect and Creole-the album brings together original compositions, traditional songs and some covers. “It feels like a reunion”, says Vincent Segal, “even though we never really lost touch over the years.”
At the time of their original meeting, Piers Faccini was a painter and student at the Paris Beaux-Arts. Vincent had just left the Conservatoire. He was immediately taken by Piers’ vocals: “I wanted to find ways to support his voice, to envelop his words.” Piers later went on to launch his first solo album in 2004, Leave No Trace, which was produced by Vincent Segal himself. Piers’ work as a solo artist began. Meanwhile Vincent started to develop Bumcello and a myriad of other projects. The two musicians constantly kept in touch and would meet to play together when Piers was passing through Paris or Vincent was performing in London.
“I still like hooking up with Piers in the same way as when we first met,” Vincent says, “like when we used to play in my tiny apartment in Paris or right on the street. We always had to invent something there and then. We knew what was required. Our repertoire was limited, but it was different and unusual, anything from Muddy Waters, to Fela Kuti and Kodály. Songs of Time Lost is like a direct echo of those early days playing together on street corners in Paris, at the entrance of underground stations. »
Why did the two musicians wait twenty-five years? Piers and Vincent are great believers in things taking the time they need. And it takes time to make sense of the world’s music, to refine performance, to absorb the complexity of songs. This all the more evident in this album as the duo are revisiting the very songs which originally brought them together. “Reprising music and songs that we love”, Piers Faccini explains, “is a way for us to see how we can do them justice, with honesty and precision. You have to adapt to them, mould them to yourself, like an item of clothing or a shoe. And for that you need time, a lot of time. If you try and run too fast then you’re probably going to fall flat.”
Why did the two musicians wait twenty-five years? Piers and Vincent are great believers in things taking the time they need. And it takes time to make sense of the world’s music, to refine performance, to absorb the complexity of songs. This all the more evident in this album as the duo are revisiting the very songs which originally brought them together. “Reprising music and songs that we love”, Piers Faccini explains, “is a way for us to see how we can do them justice, with honesty and precision. You have to adapt to them, mould them to yourself, like an item of clothing or a shoe. And for that you need time, a lot of time. If you try and run too fast then you’re probably going to fall flat.” There is the Blues that Piers first heard from Mississipi John Hurt (Make Me a Pallet on your Floor), a composition by Alain Peters from the island of La Réunion (Mangé Pou le Coeur), a country valse by Townes van Zandt (Quicksilver Daydreams of Maria) and an instrumental theme by the Berlin composer Friedrich Hollander (Wenn Ich mir was Wünschen dürfte). There are also the melodies of the traditional Neapolitan repertoire which are favourites of Anglo-Italian Piers Faccini (Jesce Sole, Villanella, Dicitencela Vuje, Ciccerenella and the contemporary Cammina Cammina by Pino Daniele)
Of course, both musicians draw from their own repertoires for the album, too. This includes two songs from 1996 written by Piers Faccini for the soundtrack of a film. The soundtrack was the musicians’ first official collaboration as a duo. Thanks to it we have the song A Half of Meand the piece The Closing of Our Eyes for which Piers Faccini wrote lyrics seventeen years later. There are also two recent compositions by Vincent Segal, Cradle to the Grave and Everyday Away from You to which Piers added lyrics. The first has a New-Orleans-style riff that perhaps wouldn’t feel out of place on an old Alain Toussaint record and the other seems to conjure up the soft refrains of the Brazilian guitarist Luiz Bonfa. In short, the album is a fine balance between inspiration and influence. Itis the meeting point of the music one inherits from the great masters and the music one writes oneself.
Whoever has seen and heard Piers Faccini and Vincent Segal perform on stage knows that theirs in an honest and natural craft, whittled down to its bare essentials with no excess decoration or trickery. The album is mostly made up of first takes with no overdubs, recorded in three different places in the Cevennes: a family home, a cellar on a wine estate and a Romanesque chapel hidden away in the forest. Three locations and moments which, far from creating any disjointedness, tell a complete story and reinforce the sense of one free flow of music, which transcends time and place. This straightforward and organic approach is not how most albums are created these days, but this is how Piers and Vincent work. Songs of Time Lost is focused on the moment, but with over two decades of joint performances, friendship and mutual understanding behind it, binding the whole together.