FRÄULEIN FREAKBEAT
Photos de Gérald Chabaud
Entre les mallettes à 45t et la piste de danse, Sarah, alias Fräulein Freakbeat, cultive depuis l'Allemagne une passion tenace pour les sons des sixties.
Collectionneuse de disques et DJ, elle passe son temps à dénicher des morceaux capables d'enflammer la piste.
Dans ses sets se croisent garage beat rugueux, freakbeat britannique, yé-yé espiègle et psychédélisme dansant. S'y glissent aussi des perles de library music, de la pop européenne des sixties et d'étranges pépites venues de France, d'Italie, d'Espagne ou d'ailleurs - des trouvailles rares choisies pour une seule raison: faire bouger les corps.
Figure familière de la scène vinyle sixties, Fräulein Freakbeat fait tourner ses disques de Münster à Paris, Avignon, Marseille, Nantes, Le Mans, Toulouse, Berlin, Hambourg ou Munich, mais aussi à Londres ou Exeter.
Et derrière les platines, sa signature: un combiné de téléphone orange.
EPISODE SIX
I CAN SEE THROUGH YOU
Smiling faces understand
Black and white are hand-in-hand
Though you say you want to learn
Touch the sun and you will burn
Are you feeling any pain?
There's a snake inside your brain
I can feel
I can hear
I can see through you
Though you're living underground
I can see you falling down
Though you say that you can fly
You will never touch the sky
Are you feeling any pain?
There's a snake inside your brain
I can feel
I can hear
I can see through you
I can feel
I can hear
I can see through you
I can feel
I can hear
I can see through you
I can feel
I can hear
I can see through you
SEPTEMBERS SON - PURPLE HEART
There was a man who lost his wife, but loved his son, the idol of his life, and prayed at the foot of his bed. The son's school friends came to the door, the father said he ain't coming to play no more. Want him alive, not dead.
One morn', the boy did run, in the bright September sun.
Telling all his friends he was a big boy now, gonna make his way in the world somehow.
Telling all his friends he was a big boy now, gonna make his way in the world somehow.
Telling all his friends he was a big boy now, gonna make his way in the world somehow.
Telling all his friends he was a big boy now, gonna make his way in the world somehow.
The man in the moon kept his light on him, pretty soon, the time had come for the boy to rest his weary head.
His father found him at the crack of dawn, in a bed of leaves, with his clothes all torn, his boy, September's Son.
One morn', the boy did run, in the bright September sun.
Telling all his friends he was a big boy now, gonna make his way in the world somehow.
Telling all his friends he was a big boy now, gonna make his way in the world somehow.
Telling all his friends he was a big boy now, gonna make his way in the world somehow.
Telling all his friends he was a big boy now, gonna make his way in the world somehow.
Tears filled the father's eyes as he looked up to the skies and saw the sun wink at the moon
And he'd learn pretty soon
THE AQUARIAN AGE - 10,000 WORDS IN A CARDBOARD BOX
Thousand colourful shadows dancing round my head
Rejoicing to the awaken of the dead
Dancing to the beat of a skinless drum
While the deaf man sings, along with the dumb
How do you do, it's not nice to see you
Nice to have seen you, goodbye
Ah-ah-ah, goodbye
Ten tin soldiers they mime in tune
With three madmen waiting
For a full moon
How do you do, it's not nice to see you
Nice to have seen you, goodbye
Ah-ah-ah, goodbye (It's not nice to see you)
Blind man seeing where you can't look
And the sinnerman reading from the holy book
Hounds and the huntsmen chased by the fox
Ten thousand words in a cardboard box
How do you do, it's not nice to see you
Nicе to have seen you, forget it
Ah-ah-ah, goodbye
(Goodbyе) Goodbye (Goodbye) Goodbye
There he goes, on another voyage of his own delusion
Never knowing where the next thought will take him, aah
(How do you do, no, it's not nice to see you)
FUNKY FAMILY - GOOD DANCER
The first time I saw her, she was dancing around the band
She looked up to me and I felt that she wouldn't pretend
Little pretty baby, I want you in my bed
If I really get her, I felt happy and she felt mad
This will be the answer, she's a really good dancer for me
Good dancer, good dancer
The second time I saw her, she was hanging around my door
She looked into my face, and she told me I don't want you no more
Little pretty baby, oh what have I done in this night?
I really cannot get you, I break down and I commit suicide
This will be the answer, she's a really good dancer for me
Good dancer, good dancer
Everybody tells me, about a girl like you And I want to have your name, what can I do?
Then they tell me, she'll be mine I wanna have you by my side
Little girl, don't make me sad I wanna hold you
First time I saw her, she was dancing around the band
She looked up to me and I felt that she wouldn't pretend
Little pretty baby, I want you in my bed
If I really get her, I feel happy and she feels mad
This will be the answer, she's a really good dancer for me
Good dancer, good dancer
THE TOPS - I FOUND YOU
I rose but with a broken heart
I walked along my stupid way
Passing by the shopping
A result from magic
Turn and feel my heart arrive
And I found you
I rose but with a broken heart
I walked along my stupid way
Passing by the shopping
A result from magic
Turn and feel my heart arrive
And I found you
