A song/poem inspired by a lovely concert I saw in Brussels, in a tiny venue. The artist, David Sire, was simply brilliant. And brilliantly mad (see his official “Ça me gonfle” clip below).
A tiny tiny gem in Central Brussels 35 seats max You'll need patience and luck to discover the place But you will go back
Arthème welcomes you to his living room cafe He shows you around the little cabaret Take a seat, make yourself at home Have a drink, the artist won't be long Take a sip, make yourself at home The show will soon be on
A random collection of human characters 35 souls max hippies, teachers, artists, bankers, too sane or too crazy, together they're sat
They've all come to listen to his wanderings To his illusions, his questions, his ramblings They've all sat down, ready to take off to leave their serious little lives behind For a moment, they'll stop thinking of Everything that's wrong
A tiny tiny stage near Saint-Catherine place 35 minds max A very small venue for a truly great artist Who'll leave us all gobsmacked
As he comes on stage, his energy fills the room He talks of his demons, his desires and his wounds His fears, his enthusiasms, his "bidules" and "boudoules" His encounters, his dreams, his artefacts Mystify the room
A tiny tiny gem in Central Brussels 35 seats max It took me time and luck to discover the place But I will go back