
Le soir de la Saint-Valentin (tout seul)
Uptempo minimal, french house, fast-paced rhythm, steady driving beat, French male vocals, spoken-sung delivery, deep baritone voice, repetitive hypnotic groove, stripped-down production, clean electronic percussion, funky bassline, groovy bass, dynamic bass presence, bouncing bass rhythm, syncopated bass patterns, energetic low-end, sparse instrumentation, rhythmic spoken verses, catchy melodic hook, modern chanson française, monotone vocal style, understated arrangement, rapid tempo flow, metronomic pulse, subtle synth layers, dry vocal mix, conversational delivery, poetic observations, nonchalant attitude, danceable groove, straight ahead beat, precise timing, minimalist electronic textures, warm analog bass, sustained energy, list-like vocal phrasing, urban storytelling, deadpan charm, relentless forward motion, tight production, open spacious mix, focused simplicity, infectious repetition, uplifting bass melody

Le soir de la Saint-Valentin (tout seul)
Uptempo minimal, french house, fast-paced rhythm, steady driving beat, French male vocals, spoken-sung delivery, deep baritone voice, repetitive hypnotic groove, stripped-down production, clean electronic percussion, funky bassline, groovy bass, dynamic bass presence, bouncing bass rhythm, syncopated bass patterns, energetic low-end, sparse instrumentation, rhythmic spoken verses, catchy melodic hook, modern chanson française, monotone vocal style, understated arrangement, rapid tempo flow, metronomic pulse, subtle synth layers, dry vocal mix, conversational delivery, poetic observations, nonchalant attitude, danceable groove, straight ahead beat, precise timing, minimalist electronic textures, warm analog bass, sustained energy, list-like vocal phrasing, urban storytelling, deadpan charm, relentless forward motion, tight production, open spacious mix, focused simplicity, infectious repetition, uplifting bass melody
Lyrics
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[Verse1]
Février deux mille vingt
Résa pour deux, resto italien
Elle ne donne pas de nouvelles
Le serveur voit ma vie pas belle
Tiramisu offert, c'est triste
Je dis non merci, il persiste
[Pre-Chorus1]
Je rentre chez moi dépité
Je m'affale sur canapé
[Chorus1]
Encore la Saint-Valentin tout seul
Du soir au lendemain matin
Encore la Saint-Valentin tout seul
Je me noie dans mon chagrin
Encore personne pour me serrer la main
Le soir de la Saint-Valentin
[Verse2]
Février deux mille vingt-et-un
Blind date organisé par le frangin
Il me montre un portrait d'elle
J'arrive au café, photo pas fidèle
Sur dix minutes elle me répète
"T'es pas mon type, faut être honnête"
[Pre-Chorus2]
Je texte mon frère "plus jamais"
L'air vexé sur mon canapé
[Chorus2]
Encore la Saint-Valentin tout seul
Du soir au lendemain matin
Encore la Saint-Valentin tout seul
Je me noie dans mon chagrin
Encore personne pour un câlin
Le soir de la Saint-Valentin
[Verse3]
Février deux mille vingt-deux
Cette fois nous sommes deux
On se dispute pour où aller dîner
Un resto chic, elle mange végé
Moi je veux italien, et c'est le hic
Elle me largue en route, parking de Quick
[Pre-Chorus3]
Je rentre chez moi dégoûté
Burger sur le canapé
[Bridge]
Mes potes disent "ne t'en fais pas"
Maman m'envoie des chocolats
Frangin se marre, me traite de moche
Lui il a tout, une femme et des gosses
Moi j'ai Netflix et mon canapé
Je passe vraiment de bonne soirée
[Chorus3]
Encore la Saint-Valentin tout seul
Du soir au lendemain matin
Encore la Saint-Valentin tout seul
Je me noie dans mon chagrin
Encore personne, c'est certain
Le soir de la Saint-Valentin
[Verse4]
Février deux mille vingt-trois
Je décide de rester chez moi
Ma voisine sonne à ma porte en pleure
Son mec l'a larguée tout à l'heure
Je lui fais du thé, on parle un peu
On regarde un film nul, ennuyeux
[Pre-Chorus4]
Elle s'endort à mes côtés
J'cache ma joie sur mon canapé
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
Février deux mille vingt-six
De nouveau célibataire, sans fix
Saint-Emilion et Saint-Nectaire
Plateau télé, tranquille, solitaire
Finalement seul dans mon salon
La Saint-Valentin c'est pas si con
Tout seul... sur mon canapé
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[Verse1]
February two thousand twenty
Reservation for two, Italian place
She doesn't give any news at all
The waiter sees my life's not great
Tiramisu offered, it's sad
I say no thanks, he insists bad
[Pre-Chorus1]
I go back home feeling down
I collapse on my couch, no sound
[Chorus1]
Another Valentine's Day all alone
From the evening to the morning light
Another Valentine's Day all alone
I'm drowning in my sorrow tonight
Still nobody to hold my hand tight
On Valentine's Day night
[Verse2]
February two thousand twenty-one
Blind date organized by my bro
He shows me a portrait of her face
I arrive at the café, photo's not the case
For ten minutes she keeps repeating
"You're not my type, gotta be honest"
[Pre-Chorus2]
I text my brother "never again"
Looking vexed on my couch in pain
[Chorus2]
Another Valentine's Day all alone
From the evening to the morning light
Another Valentine's Day all alone
I'm drowning in my sorrow tonight
Still nobody for a hug so tight
On Valentine's Day night
[Verse3]
February two thousand twenty-two
This time we are actually two
We argue about where to dine
A fancy place, she eats no meat fine
I want Italian, and that's the catch
She dumps me on the way, fast food patch
[Pre-Chorus3]
I go back home feeling sick
Burger on the couch, quick pick
[Bridge]
My friends say "don't you worry mate"
Mom sends me chocolates in the mail
Brother laughs, calls me not so great
He's got it all, wife and kids, no fail
Me I've got Netflix and my couch space
Really having quite a good evening's pace
[Chorus3]
Another Valentine's Day all alone
From the evening to the morning light
Another Valentine's Day all alone
I'm drowning in my sorrow tonight
Still nobody, that's for certain right
On Valentine's Day night
[Verse4]
February two thousand twenty-three
I decide to stay home, just me
My neighbor knocks at my door in tears
Her guy just dumped her, confirms my fears
I make her tea, we talk a bit slow
We watch a boring film, nothing to show
[Pre-Chorus4]
She falls asleep right by my side
I hide my joy on my couch with pride
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
February two thousand twenty-six
Single again, no romantic fix
Saint-Emilion and Saint-Nectaire cheese
TV dinner, quiet, solitary ease
Finally alone in my living room space
Valentine's Day ain't so bad a place
All alone... on my couch's embrace
