Marie Martine Bédard

Music / Musique

Classical Gas

by M Martine Bédard

Released 2018
Marie Martine Bédard
Released 2018
Marie Martine Bédard
Learning to play, sing and live again was the journey of a lifetime for the artist after surviving rape. Recording Classical Gas is the highlight of her rebirth.
NOTES
M Martine is a singer, songwriter and guitarist who has just returned to the world. As a rising music figure of the Montreal underground music scene of the 80s and early 90s, she saw her years of efforts and momentum short-circuited on a beautiful morning of July when she became the prey of a sexual predator. It was shortly after giving birth to her first son. In 2009 she decided to embark upon her healing journey …
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How Can I Love You

by M Martine Bédard

Released 2018
Marie Martine Bédard
Released 2018
Marie Martine Bédard
"How Can I love You" DEMO aims to introduce to you the project "Hippocampus" and its upcoming music album — 9 —. It explores the different paths of survival after rape. All dollars from this sale are going to help in making this project. Thank you.
  • 04:19 Lyrics How Can I Love You

    Ton sourire quoique faux
    Comme l'amour infidèle
    Me manque
    How can I miss you?

    Tu as fait de mon lit
    Un nid à regrets, un igloo
    How can I need you?
    Tu as mis le feu
    À mes lèvres gercées , des baisers
    Figées par le froid

    How can I love you?
    How can I love you?

    Sur un vaisseau de peine
    J'ai vogué sur ta peau
    Salée
    How can I want you

    En cherchant un pays
    Je suis tombée sur ton île
    À genoux
    How can I beat it without you
    Autant de caresses
    Comme au temps des promesses
    Dans le vent

    How can I can I love you?
    How can I can I love you?

    Au diable les fleurs
    Plantées dans ton désert
    loin de nous
    Tant pis pour la sueur
    De notre labeur
    Il n'y aura plus de nous

    Tatoué sur mon coeur
    Ton plus beau sourire
    Un méprisant sourire
    Ton plus beau sourire

    How can I love you?
    How can I love you?

NOTES
M Martine is a singer, songwriter and guitarist who has just returned to the world. As a rising music figure of the Montreal underground music scene of the 80s and early 90s, she saw her years of efforts and momentum short-circuited on a beautiful morning of July when she became the prey of a sexual predator. It was shortly after giving birth to her first son. In 2009 she decided to embark upon her healing journey …
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Love Moi

by M Martine Bédard

Released 2013
Marie Martine Bédard
Released 2013
Marie Martine Bédard
M Martine's music has exquisite soundscapes and landscapes. It blends genres in a unique fashion, but always with elegance. If you like rock, pop, psychedelic, underground or even classical music, you will adore her style and sound.
NOTES
Between 2007 and 2009, M Martine was slowly going back to music after a decade of silence. "Love Me" is the second piece she composed while attending her second course with Berklee Online. This piece is one of two that has no guitar. in it.

Cloak and Dagger - Grey Zone

by M Martine Bédard

Released 1996
Marie Martine Bédard
Released 1996
Marie Martine Bédard
This album is the result of a musical adventure between underground artist M Martine Bédard and rock guitarist, Ed Dawson from Montreal. The result is amazing and definitely out of the box and still very actual
  • 04:01 Story Lyrics Kiss Me

    ©1996 Marie Martine Bédard & Ed Dawson

     

    The day has begun
    its last struggle,
    swallowed by supersonic
    fuming drag…

    Through the walls
    of our homes
    wicked shadows reach in echoing…
    Their treatening
    I cave in,
    shake, sweat and vascillate…
    I Urge my impossible exile…
    I’m awakening to
    the vicious coalition of addiction…
    I wish I could be the robust kind.

    If I look fine
    If I sound in tune
    I’m aware there is no reason
    to get excited
    So far,
    all i am sure of is
    The corrisiveness of me
    Why should I bother?
    Why should I fear?
    Everytime that in my dreams
    All the guys try to sqeeze me
    All i find to say is « Why don’T you… »

    Each and everyone of us
    hear this
    endless symphony
    rumble throughout the city…
    In harmonic dissonance
    we listen to its heartbeat
    so confusing and provoking…
    I give in
    Smell, taste,
    but soon realise
    that God has forgotten something…
    I can’t imagine
    what is not…
    Must be the perfect time to call up faith!

    If I look fine
    If I sound in tune
    I’m aware there is no reason
    to get excited
    So far,
    all i am sure of is
    The corrisiveness of me
    Why should I bother?
    Why should I fear?
    Everytime that in my dreams
    All the guys try to sqeeze me
    All i find to say is « Why don’T you… »

    Note after note my mind is orchastrating
    The bended act of a sacrifice just to get excited

    If I look fine
    If I sound in tune
    I’m aware there is no reason
    to get excited
    So far,
    all i am sure of is
    The corrisiveness of me
    Why should I bother?
    Why should I fear?
    Everytime that in my dreams
    All the guys try to sqeeze me
    All i find to say is « Why don’T you… »

  • 05:08 Story Lyrics Rage

    ©1996 Marie Martine Bédard & Ed Dawson & François Nadeau

     

    There's nothing you can do
    To make me change my mind
    I'm just a crazy fool
    Who's got no place to hide

    My nature is of fire
    My temper's borderline
    So don'T try to seduceme
    You could not endure me

    I guess, Love is the language of my rage
    Dressed too soon for a requiem
    As time, I guess, captures my loneliness
    Indifference has become my different rage

    Maybe nothing is real
    Maybe time is a feeling
    But I know what I need
    I know what I crave for
    Authoritarians all fear
    The shadow of my thoughts for real

    I guess, love is, the language of my rage
    Dressed too soon for a requiem
    As time, I guess, captures my loneliness
    Indifference has become my different rage

    And I'm trapped in love that I cannont share
    Trapped in shoes you wouldn't wanna wear
    Trapped in flesh, trapped in days
    And I need a break, need a break
    I'm trapped in you
    And I refuse to rejoyce 'cause of you
    Or forget about you

    I guess, love is, the language of my rage
    Dressed too soon for a requiem
    As time, I guess, captures my loneliness
    Indifference has become my different rage

  • 04:19 Story Lyrics How Many More Times

    ©1996 Marie Martine Bédard & Ed Dawson

     

    How many more times will they call me
    and wake me to the sound of silence ?
    How many more times will they keep the truth
    and bear with all my arrogance ?
    How many more times ?
    Will leave the strangers from my strange land
    and quiver to the brilliance of my loneliness ?
    How many more times will they hold on to
    the past frozen in lifeless photographs ?
    How many more times ...  how many more times ?

    I don't need more unending attempt
    after too many late consents ...
    and I don't need more broken promises ...
    I won't give in , no I won't give in .
    I don't need to dream of dying
    or only see the sunset bleeding
    and if I wanna have a little understanding
    doesn't mean I need them to build me themselves ...
    As the land is going virgin and the ice to thick to be broken
    All I really need is... to keep faith in me... and in my dream
    I shouldn't be scared, wisdom has no face .

    How many more times ... How many more times ?
    How many more times, many more days, many more nights ?
    How many more times will the strangers come and go,
    haunt me with beauty and romance ?
    How many more times will they hold on to the past
    frozen in lifeless photographs ?
    How many more times, many more days, many more nights ?

  • 04:12 Story Lyrics Little Girl

    ©1996 Marie Martine Bédard & Ed Dawson

     

    Little girl, watch your step
    Little girl, take my hand
    Follow the feelings
    Of the woman and the friend next to you
    Yes we can groove along
    We can go where the river meets with the sky
    Little girl, make your smile shine on me

    (Don’t be at odds with everything
    Beat the mascarade)

    Let me in, please let me in
    Share with me your identity… somehow

    Here is my hand, my distress
    Follow the feeling
    Have all you can from my caress
    Please don’t carry the pain infinitely still
    You will come to understand
    Why I love you and I love the whole world

    (Don’t be at odds with everything
    Breathe Little girl)

    Let me in please, let me in
    Share with me your infinity
    Let me in please, let me in

  • 05:38 Story Lyrics The Call of the Night

    ©1996 Marie Martine Bédard & Ed Dawson

     

    I have something to say... look out
    I have something burning... viciously in doubts


    I've heard whispers as I never heard before
    coming out the graves so glorious and frail,
    but I was so scared that I couldn't understand
    that of my own language all along I've been a slave...
    love ... grim chords of love freed your essence into mine
    and now like a lone predator, I heed the call of the night


    But I swear, its not too late, I can govern on my every want,
    I swear, it's not too late, I swear ...


    From left you passed to the right then moved on
    but suddenly what you've enjoyed transmuted
    as abundance remains what's appealing to you
    I come to understand that I should now embrace change
    won't look when your life will run into the next one,
    I hang on to mine from habit I believe that something
    can shift the scene in time but still I greed the call of the night ...


    But I swear, its not too late, I can govern on my every want,
    I swear, it's not too late, I swear ...


    Love... grim chords of love freed your essence into mine,
    and now like a lone predator I heed the call of the night
    but I swear it's not too late, I can govern on my every want,
    I swear , it's not too late, I swear, it's not just fate
    Here comes the beauty of romance, mon cher
    And I'm falling, I'm falling for it...


    I can see what I've become, I own the love that can destroy,
    Forever burning viciously in doubts
    I can't tell the world I'm there and I ache...
    I swear it's not too late
    I swear it's not just fate
    I swear it's not too late
    or just fate or too late
    I swear, I swear, I swear

  • 03:59 Story Lyrics In the Middle of the Ocean

    ©1996 Marie Martine Bédard & Ed Dawson

     

    In the middle of the ocean  somewhere near the sky ...
    I look up and I look down
    In the middle of nowhere ...
    indefinitely i meet the rudeness of me
    Above the one world we share ...
    somewhere between day and night
    I'm going further than despair...
    My rhythm change .

    While resolutions hang ... and the distance sustains ...
    I guess I become alive ...

    I look up and I look down, in the middle of my life ...
    indefinitely i see the real beginning of me
    Beyond the questions we share ...
    somewhere between first and last
    I'm racing up with the winds ...
    Time modulates .
    While resolutions hang...  and the distance sustains ...
    I guess  I become alive ...

    If I had the gift to paint with words all the good and the great
    all the wrong and the bad, the paper would weaken and burn
    under the pressure... pressure ... pressure
    While resolutions hang ... and the distance sustain ...
    I guess I become alive ...
    thirty five thousand feet in the air !

  • 04:23 Story Lyrics I Don't Remember Your Name, Only Your Smell

    ©1996 Marie Martine Bédard & Ed Dawson & François Nadeau

     

    We have been connected at a time
    The heat could turn into sudden pain
    One tone into one instrument of madness
    And that's when i came to play in your town

    You were there watching with those always welcoming us all
    But I, devoured by passion,  watched your every move
    Met your smile, spoke to your deep persian eyes
    Talked about works of art and natural beauty but...


    I don't remember your name, only your smell...
    I don't remember your stretch, only your smell...
    I don't remember wich way, only your smell...
    Your name, your smell!

    Could you have been the only one
    The only one that made me crawl?
    Could it be that i want you now,
    To bring back the treasure of your unique flavor?


     
    Through the coldest wind we walked
    Once then drove  around another time
    Nearby  the frozen river
    you know its name, ciboire, la rivière chaudière, mon frère

    Untill came dawn
    I wore nothing but the stars on my skin
    Was grace shook in disgrace?
    Or did I talk too much ?

     

    I don't remember your name, only your smell...
    I don't remember your stretch, only your smell...
    I don't remember wich way, only your smell...
    Your name, your smell!

    Could you have been the only one
    The only one that made me crawl?
    Could it be that i want you now,
    To bring back the treasure of your unique flavor?

    I don't remember your name, only your smell...
    I don't remember your stretch, only your smell...
    I don't remember wich way, only your smell...
    Your name, your smell!

     

     

     

     

  • 05:36 Story Lyrics Reverse Consciousness

    ©1996 Marie Martine Bédard & Ed Dawson

     

    ah ha ha...
    forget about time... reverse consciousness
    forget about me...  and a  conspiracy

    You surf  the years passing by
    Open the doors to sanitize your mind
    You shut the hidden wounds by racing
    the dirt until your old place shines
    You rise in existence while thunder  
    keaps roaring over my bed
    It gets its hands on me just to wear me out
    While you turn your head just to pray outloud
    It strikes again on me but you know how to

    Forget about time... reverse conciousness
    Forget about me .... any conspiracy
    Forget about  pride... we all live or die

    Always control always more and more
    You want , you have always in the back   
    The whole neighborhood  and more sit tight
    'till the end of the night
    He gets his hands on me just to remind me
    While you turn your head just to pray outloud
    He strikes again on me but you know how to
     
    Forget about time - reverse consiousness
    Forget about me any conspiracy
    Forget about pride we all live or die

  • 04:16 Story Lyrics Haunting You

    ©1996 Marie Martine Bédard & Ed Dawson

     

    I believe that I, through silver plains,
    smelled the smell of  your speech
    come through my skin...
    Hoping for a  sign, I walked through silver rain,
    to find the key to cross an ocean of ageing fantasies.
    God forbid if one day I run in you and
    find a way to make this dream come through
    oh sometimes I can dance and
    sometimes I can sing thinking about you ...

    You don't know me and you don't know why
    Your heart has been trying to see
    The mysteries and the legacy
    The wind whispers across the sea

    I believe that I, through silver grace,
    smelled the smell of fate come through my skin ... Dreaming on and on, always, I see your face (and)
    look for the key to cross this ocean of ancient history.
    God forbid if one day I run in you
    and find a way to prove this vision's true
    oh sometimes I can't  dance and
    sometimes I can't sing thinking about you...

    You don't know me and you don't know why
    Your heart has been trying to see
    The mysteries and the legacy
    The wind whispers across the sea.


  • 04:09 Story Lyrics Memories

    ©1996 Marie Martine Bédard & Ed Dawson

     

    it's one thing to get  high,
    but to put-up with cruel lies while I     
    try to reach for your sky   
    doesn't make me wanna fly
    your ego deprives you from sanity
    and puts me back down underground...
    you disagree but I dream
    I don't even wanna keep , keep the   

    memories... no honor holds you to me babe
    memories... you went too far today (today, today )

    Don't sing me a lullaby   
    just try to wave me good-bye...
    and find the one true light,
    the blaze of noon or twilight !
    when Your unblinking eyes so envious
    get down on me I just can't feel free   
    you disbelieve but I don't wish to mind   
    I don't even wanna keep, keep the

    memories... no honor holds you to me babe
    memories ... you went too far today
    memories... no honor holds you to me babe
    memories... and nothing's gonna change my mind
    (my mind, my mind )
    I'm holding on


    don't even wanna keep the
    memories... no honor holds you to me babe
    memories... you went to far today
    memories... no honor holds you to me babe
    memories... and nothing's gonna change my mind
    ( my mind, my mind)
    memories ... no honor holds you to me babe
    memories... and nothing's gonna change my mind
    memories... no honor holds you to me babe
    you went too far today ...

  • 04:30 Story Lyrics Nostalgie

    ©1996 Marie Martine Bédard & Ed Dawson

     

    Si j'avais compris plus tôt, beaucoup plus tôt
    Jamais je serais resté troublée devant l'inévitable
    Et si se prolonge ma nostalgie c'est que ma tête,
    programme à résolution séquentielle,
    ne peut s'empêcher d'être trouble face à la route qui me poursuit

    Ma vie insolite dévale une pente obscure
    et en attendant qu'elle s'éteigne,
    J'aimerais ne pas être si terne.
    Plus j'ai de peurs et plus j'ai de mals ;
    Je meurs dans tout ce que j'espère.

    Le privilège de voir le temps qui se dérobe
    Je ne le comprends pas quand je pense à la catastrophe.
    Devant mon miroir je fais face à l'évidence,
    Ma réalité change à chaque instant qui s'endort.

    Ma vie insolite dévale une pente obscure
    et en attendant qu'elle s'éteigne,
    J'aimerais ne pas être si terne.
    Mais quand je ferme les yeux,
    L'humiliation me ravage.
    Plus j'ai de peurs et plus j'ai de mals ;
    Je meurs dans tout ce que j'espère.

    En attendant que j'en revienne,
    Je pleure de porter mes chaînes...
    Mon regard brille, mon regard brille sur ma misère...
    Ma vie insolite dévale une pente obscure
    et en attendant qu'elle s'éteigne,
    J'aimerais ne pas être si terne.
    Mais quand je ferme les yeux,
    L'humiliation me ravage.
    Plus j'ai de peurs et plus j'ai de mals ;
    Je meurs dans tout ce que j'espère.


Sense of Doubt

by M Martine Bédard

Released 1991
Marie Martine Bédard
Released 1991
Marie Martine Bédard
Composed in the late 80s and early 90s, these songs caught the attention of many. A singular sound emerging from nothing else than the blend of two great female musicians: a Folk Rock singer and a New Wave guitar player.
NOTES
These DEMO songs are a must in your collection. Their the upshot of a musical journey between two passionate composers that knew how to rock the creative process and catch the attention of many. Among them, the well known Canadian artist, Jane Mcgarrigle. Amazingly the fresh and bright guitar tracks and the arrangements of Marie Martine Bédard put the spotlight on the solid and attractive melody lines of the singer Elana Harte. The talented …
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Beyond Reach

by Martine Bédard

Released 2013
Independent
Released 2013
Independent
Marie Martine Bédard's delivers on this instrumental track part of her survivor's odyssey in a dramatic musical landscape. Her friend and guitar teacher, Laurent Belec, delivers a performance that goes "beyond" anything she could have imagined!
NOTES
It took many years for Marie Martine Bédard to develop the courage to transform a troubled past into her unique musical and visual art. And with that maturity has come a sense of purpose for the message she relates.

Marie Martine Bédard is as much about helping people as she is about entertaining them.
As a survivor, she knows that by sharing her musical voice, she may give voice to the many women …
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Rat Trap

by Marie Martine Bédard

Released 2014
Martine Bedard
Released 2014
Martine Bedard
A survivor's attempt in words and music to regain a sense of control over her body, her life . Rat Trap, Resilience and Meaning-Making.
NOTES
A note from the artist :

Years ago I looked like someone able to weather any storm, even the attack I lived through on Saint-Denis Street. As expected, I bravely moved forward in strength, like many victims. I needed to be successful at it. I kept my demons out of reach, a battle that would never really end.

My physical pain was real and my soul silenced for having lived through a sudden, arbitrary, unpredictable event. …
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