I remember seeing Robert play outside at Camp Fortune near Ottawa that summer. He sang his award winning song Lindberg among others.
The lyrics blend absurdity, pop culture and Quebec slang. That being said it is a very memorable song. Here is an English translation of the lyrics.
Spoken Intro:
Astro-jets, whisper-jets, clipper-jets, turbos…
By the way… I was at Sophie’s.
Who took the plane, Holy Spirit of Duplessis, without telling me!
So… I took off again on…
Chorus:
Quebecair, Transworld, North-east, Eastern, Western, and Pan-American!
But I don’t know where I’ve ended up.
Verse 1:
I went to the south of the south, under the sun.
Blue, white, red, palm trees and frozen coconuts.
At the poles, with tanned Eskimos.
Who knit arrow sashes.
And always, Sophie, who had just left again.
Chorus:
Quebecair, Transworld, North-east, Eastern, Western, and Pan-American!
But I don’t know where I’ve ended up.
Verse 2:
There was even, there was even a company that hired pigeons that flew inside.
And that did the balancing to keep it in the wind.
It was absolutely, absolutely, absolutely very messy.
Chorus:
Quebecair, Transworld, North-east, Eastern, Western, and Pan-American!
But I don’t know where I’ve ended up.
Verse 3:
My Sophie, my very own Sophie, took a company that flew on Turkish rugs.
And me, by the way…
I ended up on camelback!
Chorus:
Quebecair, Transworld, North-east, Eastern, Western, and Pan-American!
But I don’t know where I’ve ended up.
Outro:
Then I took a fall… a hell of a fall with a parachute.
And I found my Sophie.
She was in my bed… with my best friend.
And above all, my jar of maple cookies, that I had collected…
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