redtails | Raven's Jig - Butterflies @redtails | Uploaded April 2013 | Updated October 2024, 1 week ago.
It's been some time since a major Raven's Jig release. Today, I'd like to present an arrangement I've been willing to make for months now. This is an arrangement of "Fireflies" by Owl City; a rather peculiar synthy song that we were fortunate enough to turn into a completely different style. The original Fireflies features plucky synthesizers and heavy vocal processing. This arrangement builds upon the theme of Tagetes; one of my most favourite flowers, and the idea that any song sounds better with a little percussion. In all seriousness; Raven's Jig is still working hard on various arrangements despite the busyness of this time of the year. Spring not only brings the joy of long-awaited sunshine and warmth, but also the necessary tasks with it. Please enjoy this arrangement and read the lyrics posted below to get the full picture of this song!

Title: Butterflies
Based on: Fireflies (Owl City)

Arrangement: Raven's Jig
Album: none
Year: 2013

MP3 and flac available at: http://rdtl.ga/YouTube/

I own all images used in this video. They are my own photos of my own garden over the years.


Lyrics:

Où vont notre bile et vos rails
Nos coeurs sur vos chemins de paille
Aussi éphémères que le pollen
Des pièces d'or qui volent dans l'air
Laissent des larmes dans l'atmosphère
Les tagètes aujourd'hui ont coeur à la fête

Ils se moquent bien du monde qui tourne
Du grand cycle de la vie
Quand le printemps est là quoi de plus important au fond
Que l'éclat sur les ailes des papillons

On pourra dire tout ce qu'on pense
Pour moi, cet hymne à la danse
C'est aussi beau que dix millions de lucioles
L'univers s'amuse de jour
Le soleil vibre à son tour
Et les tagètes jettent leurs tiges sous leurs corolles
Avant qu'on en fasse de la fumée
Les herbes savaient saluer
Le passant printanier venu réveiller les saisons
Et l'éclat sur les ailes des papillons

Un train qui passe, une branche qui craque
Un oeil qui me nargue en bas de mon hamac
Loin des moutons, de la peine et du vide
Je les emmène sur mon astéroïde

Aux dix millions de tagètes
Qui m'ont convié à leur fête
Pas d'eau dans mes yeux mais j'ai le coeur en feu
Alors j'en ai enlevé trois
Et je les ai ramenés chez moi
Dans un vase que j'ai sans cesse serré dans mes bras

À la terre qui est ma sébile ivre
De toutes les merveilles possibles
Ton printemps, planète imbécile, je l'aime plus que de raison
Tes tagètes et tes ailes de papillon

Pour oublier la bile amère
Oublier les chemins de fer
Au printemps toutes nos âmes chantent leur amour à l'unisson
À l'éclat sur les ailes des papillons

L'or des insectes, l'or des Aztèques
Je n'ai plus rien à leur envier
Rien de plus important au fond quand le printemps est là
Que le vase à trésors planqué chez moi
Sur mes chemins de paille






English translation:

Where do our worries and your rails
Our hearts on your strawroads
As ephemere as pollen
Golden coins flying in the air
Leaving tears in the atmosphere
Today tagetes are in the mood for partying

They don't care about the world turning
The great circle of life
When spring's here, what matters more after all
Than the sparkle on the butterflies' wings

Anybody could say whatever they want
I myself find this hymn to dance
As beautiful as ten million butterflies
The universe is having fun at daytime
It's the sun's turn to vibrate
And tagetes kick their stems up their corollas

Before we turned them into smoke
Weeds knew how to greet
The passing spring coming to wake the seasons up
And the sparkle on the butterflies' wings

A train passing, a branch cracking
An eye teasing me down my hammock
Away from sheep, sorrow and void
I'm taking them to my asteroid

To ten million tagetes
Who welcomed me to their feast
My eyes aren't misty but my heart is on fire
So I took three of them away
And then I took them back home
In a vase I never stopped holding in my arms

To earth which is my begging bowl
Eager of all possible marvels
Imbecile of a planet, I love your spring more than I should
And your tagetes and your butterflies' wings

To forget about bitter worries
Forget about railroads
When spring is here, our hearts sing their love in unison
To the sparkle on the butterflies' wings

The insects' gold, the aztec gold
Don't matter to me anymore
What matters more, after all, when spring is here
Than the treasure in the vase hidden at my place
On my strawroads