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Arnold (France)

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Jérémie Arnold, known professionally as Arnold, is a singer-songwriter based in La Rochelle, France. Since 2005, he has released seven albums rooted in the tradition of French chanson, drawing lyrical and musical inspiration from artists such as Georges Brassens and Serge Gainsbourg. His songwriting often reflects contemporary life through observation and humor, using everyday situations as a lens for social reflection. Musically, Arnold blends elements of musette, manouche jazz, and Latin American rhythms, placing his work within the broader landscape of French popular music while incorporating global sounds.


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Arnold’s Global Party song “Précaire” (Precarious) paints a vivid picture of a life marred by erratic employment and the struggle to find meaningful work: “I might act fierce / In my Hugo Boss suit / To the devil I sold / My soul in the business / I was the king of consultants / Admitting to selling hot air / Drifting through open spaces / In front of all the screens / Barely surviving on minimum wage / What's the point of working / If it makes me feel down / I’d rather rebel / And strum my guitar.”


On Arnold's French Groove track,“Palace au Soleil” (Palace in the Sun), he combines a chanson-style narrative with Brazilian samba rhythms. The lyrics describe a performer working in a luxury hotel, reflecting on service, identity and aspiration. He describes his role as one of performance: “I serve up dreams on a silver tray / In my carefully staged costume / I pour my lines like flowing water.” Beneath the surface of this routine, a desire for something more is revealed: “A sommelier sleeps within me / Dreaming of a palace in the sun.”


“Sur la Toile” (On the Web), from Putumayo's French Bossa Nova, is a French-language bossa nova reflecting on modern life lived through screens and digital connections. “Like a tightrope walker on the web,” he sings, “Disconnected from reality / I’d like to be a star / In this virtual world / In a square of light / My love is cut into pieces / On the pages I lose myself / And drift into disarray / When I press the key / A rogue, I am a voyeur / But I never touch them / I, the master chatter."



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