Songs for mediocre men vol​.​1

by Le Garçon Rêvé

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"De las cenizas de MEGAPHONE OU LA MORT, John Martínez (voz) y Diego Summo (guitarra) renacen entre brumas de oscuridad sonora con LE GARÇON RÊVÉ, y editan -solo en formato digital- su primer disco Songs for Mediocre Men Vol. 1 (Autoeditado). A pesar de ser un dúo, el tándem franco-argentino pero afincado en Valencia tienen el regusto a crooner que va de Richard Hawley a Morrissey y que con flemática belleza, en un trabajo trufado de colaboradores locales e internacionales, busca y encuentra el equilibrio entre los arreglos escuetos pero intensos y voz nocturna. Muy a tener en cuenta."

RUTA 66, Junio 2015, número 327 (Álvaro Fierro & Alfred Crespo)

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"Le Garçon Rêvé era un tema de Megaphone ou la Mort, y el nombre que dos de sus miembros han escogido para emprender nueva andadura. La guitarra de Diego Summo y la singular voz de John Martínez definían su proyecto previo y continúan aquí, como el tono melancólico y el background intelectual (la cita a Burroughs en Nova Police). Medios tiempos serenos y jaspeados de precisos arreglos, arranques de atormentada electricidad (Gandía Blues) y turbulencias anímicas de gran calado (el toque Velvet de Come on, stranger, el final a lo Bad Seeds de The man that exploded)."

Revista Cartelera, 13.06.2014, número 1229 - Suplemento NEO, Periódico Levante, por Eduardo Guillot.

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"La production du disque est léchée et soude l'ensemble des dix chansons. L'écrin contient plusieurs bijoux qui s'offrent un par un, comme un collier de perles. La cohérence est de mise, et pour qui connaît le travail de ces musiciens, il est appréciable de voir la tournure qu'a pris leur collaboration. Je vous engage fortement à ouvrir le coffret aux trésors et à vous laisser envoûter par l'univers de ces musiciens talentueux."

Froggy Delight, Juin 2014.

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"A detached Gallic cool and a British grittiness are the hallmarks of the first album from Valencia-based duo Le Garçon Rêvé. The project name translates to “the perfect son” although one could imagine frontman John Martinez has the tales to contradict such a noble title. (...) There’s a sense of Martinez and Summo being too cool and ambivalent to think about rocking out. That said, ‘Songs For Mediocre Men Vol. 1′ is an attractively presented and darkly seductive affair."

Leonard's Lair Music Reviews - 12.03.15

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released June 10, 2014

Le Garçon Rêvé son:

John Martínez (Voz y letras)
Diego Summo (Guitarra eléctrica, acústica, slide y coros)

Músicos Invitados:
Sergio Devece (Batería, bajo, teclado sintetizador)
Luis Alcober Aubán (Teclado/trompeta)

Producción Artística: Sergio Devece

Grabado, mezclado y masterizado en los estudios Stardust de Alboraya (Valencia) entre los meses de junio de 2013 y Marzo de 2014.

Todas las canciones compuestas por John Martínez y Diego Summo.

Sergio Devece (Percusión y coros en "The Man That Exploded")
Jose Luis Granados (Saxo en "Stained Heart" y "Blossoming Apathy")
Nacho Nacher (Guitarras en los finales de "Nova Police", "Blossoming Apathy" y "The Crack-Up)
Juan Luis Salmerón (Guitarra de apoyo en "Dora")
Marion Küchenmeister (Coros en "She Won't Fall In Love With Me Again" y "Come On, Stranger")
Carolina Otero (Voz en el final de "The Crack-Up")
Stéphanie Cadel (Coros en "Dora" y spoken word en "The Man That Exploded")
Nathan Mozes (Spoken word en "The Man That Exploded")
Mario Ferreira (Voz en "Nova Police")

Foto de portada: Rohan Thapa
Diseño: Stella Blasco Berlanga

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Track Name: Come On, Stranger
Hitting the streets, shouting at the night
Spitting fury homeless
A constant veering wind
I know you desire
I know you aspire to midnight lullabies

Come on, stranger. A song for you to learn and sing.
Come on, stranger. A song for you to learn and sing.

Shut up, turn down the volume of despair
forever annoyed, so much distress in an armchair
laughing out loud, you can't even be bothered
an affliction of these times

Come on, stranger. A song for you to learn and sing.
Come on, stranger. A song for you to learn and sing.

You don't have to hit rock bottom (x4)

Come on, stranger. A song for you to learn and sing.
Come on, stranger. A song for you to learn and sing…
Track Name: Stained Heart
Woke up smelling of déjà vu
I stare at traffic from the avenue
Pastel buildings, the soft smell accompanying you
My eyes open wide for the gallery
A pulse on fraught figurines
Going cheap tonight

Before they all leave a stain on my heart,
Before they all leave.

Monday morning, why's all the playing stopped?
Freaking out, little bastards with the collars popped
I linger in style, accumulate black bile.
Once again, I wanted to change the story
Stuck in the men's room
Time to escape

Before they all leave a stain on my heart,
Before they all leave.


Your racing heart wants to have a ball, my gypsy moves, the blood approves.
Track Name: She Won't Fall In Love With Me Again
She hates the diplomacy,
hardly copes with the philosophy
A recluse hero, the recluse zero
Stay away if you no longer care,
there is no coming back for this bitter boy.

She won't fall in love me again (X4)

Obsessed with the lipstick
High heels for tango
As she walks away from the towers,
she'll cry for innocence.
Make a scene in the past tense, make a scene
Pale green eyes and hysteria, pale green eyes.


She won't fall in love me again (X8)

It's decided then
We're unlearning the game, this tragic game
She wants me naked & wild, naked & wild.

Mid-afternoon,
In the palm of my hand,
I'll ejaculate: an unrestrained ahhh..., an unrestrained ahhh..., an unrestrained ahhh...
Track Name: Nova Police
Nova Police
The frequency of junk
Nova Police
Marbles streets and copper domes
Nova Police
Ghost riots along the canal
Nova Police
Hanging vine and deflated skin

Recording jack-off
Vaudeville voices
The mirrors of time, God, the mirrors of time
The self-made coffins
The mirrors of time, God, the mirrors of time

Nova Police
Sleep 5 nights in the tardis
Nova Police
Solitude through the cables
Nova Police
Modern man has lost the options
Nova Police
How we love the tired gimmicks

Recording jack-off
Vaudeville voices
The mirrors of time, God, the mirrors of time
The self-made coffins
The mirrors of time, God, the mirrors of time
Track Name: The Crack-Up
He settled for fake commodity
Yes, the charming little fucker resigned
Still moved by nostalgia, fragments and mix tapes
Rosy-painted times of hope

Ema's waiting home for me (x6)

The dreamer with dirty cheeks reflects on silent goodbyes on grey streets
Shy thoughts in daylight, the pale gates of sunrise
Brooding day upon the sea

Ema's waiting home for me (x6)


6 years of immaturity, how many ways a man can crack?
6 years of insecurity, how many ways a man can crack?
6 years of insanity, how many ways a man can crack?
6 years of stupidity, how many ways a man can crack?
Track Name: Dora
Printemps sur Paris comme une goutte d'eau sur une fleur
Elle choisit ses cobayes sans la moindre malice
Lui prendra la fuite irrévocablement, trainant son arsenal de blessures fanées
Bye-bye sanglots et attendrissements de jadis
Une nouvelle rencontre carrefour désolation

Dora se précipite sur la dancefloor
Avec cet air rageur et ravi
Je ne serai jamais à toi mais je peux me rendre disponible

Le galot soudain des étoiles
Deux vies barrées par les nuits, deux vies barrées par l'envie
Au pays bleu, son âme en vain se réfugie
Elle n'a jamais pu perdre la nostalgie
Tournoie, tournoie, le front nimbé de feu
Hâtons-nous de jouir, point de port, point de rive.

Dora se précipite sur la dancefloor
Avec cet air rageur et ravi
Je ne serai jamais à toi mais je peux me rendre disponible

On est des monstres de mélancolie, sous l'ivresse, le spleen.
Track Name: My Uncanny Love
This is me, saying goodbye cruel world, living, loving, captivated by you.
Don't ever change, you lovely narcissist you, bear with me, I'll bear with you, bear with me...

My uncanny love, tiptoes and flutters through.

Dubious meditations are totally relevant at the bar.
It just amazes me how much we could talk.
Half way through the chase, nothing's changed: just drinks & dreams, yes drinks & dreams.

My uncanny love, tiptoes and flutters through.

Tenderness is messing me up.
Is it the tinned food or the break-up?
I just could never afford the swinging, the playboy lifestyle, I think I'll just pretend.

My uncanny love, tiptoes and flutters through.
Track Name: Gandía Blues
I guess you could say
I'm a delicate man
I gave my heart to fried calamari & crap TV

It's not the apathy in me
It's not the clumsiness in me
My rusty self unavailable, irreclaimable on this Spanish beach

Eloquence & style won't save me in this town
Sea, sun for free
Sex? Well, the tanned brunettes won't lay an eye on me

It's not the apathy in me
It's not the clumsiness in me
My rusty self unavailable, irreclaimable on this Spanish beach.
Track Name: Blossoming Apathy
So you regain consciousness near the fireplace,
obtain your truth from gin & lies
you're far too old to start to dream
when mediocrity is your mother-tongue, honestly...

This blossoming apathy wraps you up from head to toe,
Dressed up as the sad clown commencing the show

A life of sloppy couches, basically you ain't got a clue.
Kratom, salvia, magic mushroom, European youth comes alive.

You met a Brazilian girl, you started to live
Refuge in false kisses, you're unable to give
Anchored in misery, it's all over the floor.

This blossoming apathy wraps you up from head to toe,
Dressed up as the sad clown commencing the show

A life of sloppy couches, basically you ain't got a clue.
Kratom, salvia, magic mushroom, European youth comes alive.
Track Name: The Man That Exploded
I wouldn't know where to begin
Forgotten tears during the commercial break
The past seemed so alive
A troubled mind at a troubled time
One night, an endless night
Dressed for excess, I was, dressed for excess
Visions blurred on purpose? Well, I suppose sir...
Or was I exploring unmapped portions of my brain
Your guess is as good as mine
A respectful nod to all you lugubrious souls

We want to smoke, we want to drift
Just looking back, just looking back
We want to smoke, we want to drift
Just looking back, just looking back
Our pale adolescent love, our pale adolescent life.

This utter amateurism and a reckless night.
So you wanna get dirty, lick the shit from the streets and stay in it.
Sway to this drink that just might wipe me away
Outside my window, the world might revolve but when the heart has sunk...
My angel ways turn into wicked ways.
I had to let go, I had to explode.

We want to smoke, we want to drift
Just looking back, just looking back
We want to sleep, we want to sneak out
Just looking back, just looking back
Our pale adolescent love, our pale adolescent life.


Je n'ai fait que fuir ou bien...
Je me maintiens dans ma douce dérive.
Loin de mes frères et soeurs, plombés,
dans leurs carcans, plombés,
des oripeaux de bêtise, plombés,
cramés dans leurs boîtes, plombés.
Ils s'engouffrent dans l'évidence, plombés.

Servir ou se faire servir.
Et l'autre qui veut te taire, toujours.
Pauvres carcasses, élèver pour becqueter.
L'horreur ! mon poussin, l'horreur !

Je me casse.
J'veux de cette vie, qui est partout, qui est nulle part.
La vie. Le garçon rêvé et ses chansons pour hommes médiocres. La vie.

Je finis au zorba et j'attends sagement Anna, Julien et Nathan.