Harmignies is a village near the Belgian town of Mons in the province of hainaut.
Church Saint-Ghislain.
Village and river Trouille.
Coordinates: 50°24′14″N 4°01′01″E / 50.40389°N 4.01694°E / 50.40389; 4.01694
Robert (Boby) Lapointe (16 April 1922 – 29 June 1972) was a French singer, noted for his humorous texts, alliterations and plays on words.
He was born in Pézenas, in the Hérault département of France. A brilliant pupil, he prepared for the entrance exam to the Centrale (engineering school) and Sup-Aero at Montpellier, but was conscripted into the Youth Building Projects in 1942 and sent to Germany in 1943 for compulsory work service. He escaped the same year, and found work as a diver in La Ciotat, a suburb of Marseilles, in 1944.
In 1946, he married Colette Maclaud. They had two children, Ticha (born 1948) and Jacky (1950).
His first published work, Les douze chants d'un imbecile, appeared in 1951. He moved to Paris and opened a fashion and baby clothes shop, still writing and producing plays. Later, he switched to being a fitter of TV aerials and began singing.
His fame grew when the actor Bourvil sang Lapointe's song Aragon et Castille in the 1954 film Poisson d'avril. In 1960, film director François Truffaut offered him a part in Tirez sur le Pianiste in which he sang Framboise, accompanied by Charles Aznavour on piano. This marked the start of a career that saw Lapointe perform at major venues throughout France. His joyful character led him to build friendships with the likes of Anne Sylvestre, Raymond Devos, Jacques Brel and Georges Brassens.
[Instrumental]
This is the way we harmonize [x4]
Smooth B, can you harmonize?
(Yes) I can harmonize
Greg Nice, can you harmonize?
(Yes) I can harmonize [x2]
[Greg Nice]
Ladies call me Candyman
Flowin through the hour glass just like sand
Like the piano I am grand
Rush the stage, don't need no stand
Just my fans wavin their hands
Put it in stereo, put it in pan
Grand vernacular, spectacular
(Yo gee, he bit yo shit like Dracula)
Puff, the Magic Dragon
I'm not braggin, lollygaggin
Got much clout, drink Guiness Stout
(Yo gee, here's the pipe) (Count me out)
No way José
You like my style plus my clichee
Troop along, a share of ricochet
Eratic, got a bad habit
See that redbone? I already stabbed it
Hold that blunt too long, I'm gonna grab it
[Smooth B]
Go within, feel your heartbeat, then
Let your soul and mind blend, grin
Now you're at peace with yourself
And that's more than material wealth
Cause everytime I put my mind on God
Things really don't seem so hard
And I can be the man I really wanna be
(Smooth) and that's more than an MC
Everytime I rock a mic
It's like ology-psych
And I just wanna press on like Lee
And make a movie like Spike
But I proceed to give you what you need
Indeed, my rhymes take heed
Mystical, magical, metaphysical topics
And no one can stop this
This is the way we harmonize
[Pure Blend]
Nice & Smooth and Pure Blend are back again
I'm longing for winter's chill...
For the numbing air to burn my veins frozen.
I am the saddest one...
I am the deserted one...
Not a soul is wandering because you feel no warmth,
No journey to the farthest reaches could make time
change.
Make time change...
When I am called the darkness my cradle,
I am drunk with heavy footsteps and my mind becomes
slave.