#Karl tremblay

[ascle]

💫 Le Québec pleure ⚜️

Ce soir, c’est tout le Québec qui regarde le ciel pour voir passer cette étoile filante. Notre cowboy fringant est tombé au combat. Notre grand frère nous a quitté. Le repos du guerrier.

Il s’est battu jusqu’au bout de ses forces. A notre tour maintenant de reprendre le flambeau et de s’assurer qu’il ne soit jamais oublié.

Sympathies et tout mon amour à sa famille, ses proches, ses amis… nous tous!

Bon voyage Karl. Merci pour tout!

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[wheeloffortune-design]

Mais au bout du ch'min, dis-moi c'qui va rester

De notre p'tit passage dans ce monde effréné

Après avoir existé pour gagner du temps

On s'dira que l'on était finalement

Que des étoiles filantes.

Merci pour la musique, Karl.

[sibmakesart]

une etoile pokée dans la nuit

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ptn jai pas les mots, jsuis ds le mal depuis que jai appris

les cowboys c le premier vrais concert que jai jamais vu, juste apres le covid a paris

ct insane

c des albums que moi et ma pote d enfance on se mettait en boucle en gueulant chantant avec

jai leurs albums qui tournent depuis ce matin

merci pour tout, vous etiez un grand monsieur de la musique

[awkawardmissie]

A small piece of my culture died today…

Karl Tremblay, from the band Les Cowboys Fringants (literally The Dashing Cowboys), has lost his battle against cancer a few hours ago, at 47 years old. He leaves behind his bandmates, his wife and their 2 kids.

I wasn’t a die hard fan of his band, but with a 25 year-long career, his songs were on the radio throughout the years of my (so far) short life, and sprinkled along key moments of my life and my nation’s history and social battles.

They were environmentalists, fiercely in favor of an independent Quebec, and very much left-wing. Their songs reflected that.

They were country, but also folk and rock.

He sang about love, about going shopping to Plattsburg, about welcoming your sister back after she moved out of home. But he also sang about preserving nature, and against consumerism. He sang about regular life, and how short it is.

It is indeed very short. His was too short.

I wasn’t a die hard fan, but I find myself crying every time I see a video or a post about him.

To quote a comment I saw on social media, heaven is too greedy.

[eddiediaaz]

thinking that i will never experience les cowboys fringants live ever again (french canadian band, one of my favorite bands ever, the singer passed away in november last year to cancer) and i get sad all over again. been a fan of them for like two decades, and i've seen them multiple times and sometimes i can't believe i won't experience that crowd and family again. or new songs.

[wttt-dirus-work]

I know this isn't Wttt related, but it's a really sad thing for us Québécois today.

The singer of Les Cowboys Fringants died today, from Prostate cancer. His group is central to Québec's culture; the songs they wrote are reflecting of our worlds problems and how we fit in it, while also defending our place in this world.

Rest in Peace Karl Tremblay, you were an amazing song writer.

[nightmareofmenses]

omggggg the singer of my favorite French Canadian band has passed away from cancer

Karl!!!! No!!! I wanted so bad to experience you live one day. It was my dream. I hope you are at peace

Im so upset because my boyfriend will be devastated and I can’t talk to him right now because he’s working late!!!

Heartbroken

RIP cowboy

[cryptickludovick]

I just learned Karl Tremblay lost his battle to cancer last Wednesday. if you dont know him, he was the singer for a left-wing anti-capitalist folk rock band in Québec called "Les Cowboys Fringants".

My generation grew up to their songs on the radio. Growing up, I was quite fond of them because they told stories from the perspective of the quebecker lower class, things that I could actually relate to, stories about real people I could know. A trucker in the great north like my father, that one alcoholic uncle we all have. They sung about the explotative nature of capitalism, but also about the mortal nature of existence, and how quickly life passes us by.

When I was younger, I'd look at maps and wonder why my town was never on them. My whole life people have told me there's nothing this far north that's worth driving 9 hours for. And then Les Cowboys Fringants released a song in which they sang about the unmatched beauty of the northern lights in my hometown. Cannot put into words the feeling of hearing my town's name mentioned for the first time, for the whole world to hear, and have it be about the beauty of it.

Their songs meant a lot to me, so I just wanted to make this little post is all. Rest in power, Karl Tremblay.

[olocip]

Les Cowboys Fringuants, bonnes tounes, bon son, toujours 'on point' avec leurs paroles. Le décès du chanteur Karl Tremblay crée une onde de choc dans l'univers de la musique québecoise. Puisse ta musique vivre aussi longtemps que les étoiles filantes!

[ascle]

La fin du show

Pub Royal, le dernier album des Cowboys Fringants est sorti à minuit cette nuit. L’album ultime de Karl Tremblay nous laisse sans voix… la sienne.

Qu'elle soit extra ou ordinaire

Chaque vie finit d'la même manière

C'est la seule justice sur la Terre

Tous égaux dans le cimetière

C'est c'qui arrive à la fin du show

[wheeloffortune-design]

Les Cowboys Fringants viennent de sortir leur dernier album et ça brise le coeur.

[bluespring864]

Cowboys fringants, perhaps my favourite band in the world and two of the very best concerts I've ever been to. I am so so sad right now. We'll never get to hear that beautiful voice again </3

[poetrysmiddlechild]

“Éteins le tonnerre

Qui gronde en toi, ma belle Sophie

T'sais qu'on n'est que du monde

Et qu'le monde est petit” - Ma Belle Sophie, Les Cowboy Fringants

Un chanteur meurt du cancer

Une enfant naît

Une autre s'éteint dans un hôpital qui devrait la protéger, la guérir 

On fait quoi de ce petit monde

Ou une plume qui tombe à New York déclenche un tsunami à Gaza 

On se prend pour des dieux 

Avec nos jus de super-food

On s'enfarge dans les fleurs d'un tapis de landmine

Qui laissent jamais s'éteindre les puanteurs des guerres 

Qu'est-ce qu'on fait de cette poésie que les Karl Tremblay lancent 

Comme des étoiles filantes dans des firmaments de gaz et de destruction 

On les ignore ou on les diminu 

Mais il n'y a rien de petit dans ce que les gens comme lui nous laissent

Des mots pour dire nos maux

Des rimes pour se comprendre 

Des mélodies pour brailler 

Et rire et donner et recevoir 

De la joie et du volume et des envies de continuer pour créer et partager et aimer jusqu'à la fin des fins 

[nightmareofmenses]

Pouring one out tonight

[sassenashsworld]

L'Amérique Pleure, elle pleure pour toi cette semaine, mon Karl

Tu étais engagé, engagé à nous libérer, à ne pas nous faire oublier, pis c'était même pas assez pour toi. Non, toi, tu rêvais d'un monde meilleur pour tout le monde. Tu rêvais d'un meilleur futur pour nos enfants. Non seulement tu voulais sauver notre culture mais carrément nos vies

J'espère que d'en haut, tu pourras voir les choses changer dans la direction que tu espérais... enfin moi, je l'espère

L'Amerique Pleure (America Weeps), she weeps for you this week, my Karl

You were committed, committed to freeing us, not to make us forget, and it wasn’t even enough for you. No, you dreamed of a better world for everyone. You dreamed of a better future for our children. You wanted to save not only our culture, but our lives

I hope that from above, you can see things change in the direction you hoped... well, I hope

Sorry I will not translate the lyrics this time... too sick and too much to do