Cercamon
Cercamon (Occitan pronunciation: [serkɔˈmun], fl. c. 1135-1145), whose real name, as well as any actual biographical data, is unknown, was one of the earliest troubadours. He was apparently a jester of sorts, born in Gascony, who spent most of his career in the courts of William X of Aquitaine and perhaps of Eble III of Ventadorn. He was the inventor of the planh (the Provençal dirge), of the tenso (a sort of rhymed debate in which two poets write one stanza each) and perhaps of the sirventes.
Most of the information we have about Cercamon's life is nothing but rumour and conjecture; some of his contemporaries credit him as Marcabru's mentor, and some circumstantial evidence points to him having died on crusade as a follower of Louis VII of France.
About 7 of his lyrics survive, but not a single melody; unfortunately, the work of his that most contributed to his fame among his contemporaries, his pastoretas or pastourelles, are lost.
Cercamon simply means "world searcher" in medieval Occitan.
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The Very Thing
by: Sara HickmanThe very thing that makes you happy
Makes me want to fight
The very thing that makes you tired
Keeps me up all night
The very thing that reassures you
Makes me turn and run in fright
It?s the very thing, it?s the very thing
It?s the very thing that makes me love you
The very thing that makes us happy
Is what?s tearing us apart
The very place where we are ending
Is where I?ve got to start
To put a positive rotation
To this spinning in my heart
It?s the very thing, oh, it?s the very thing
It?s the very thing that makes me love you
The difference between you and me
Is you?ve been where I?m trying to be
If I could open my eyes then I would see
There?s not that big a difference
No, there?s not that big a difference between you and me
I?ve lost my place and I?ve lost the time
I?ve lost my reason and I?ve lost my rhyme
I?ve lost count of what is and isn?t mine
It?s a sad, sad tale to tell and if I?m boring you, then what the hell
?Cus the very thing that interests me
Well, it's boring you to tears
The very thing that?s healing me
Is stirring up your fears
But can you wait as I learn now
What you have known for years
It?s the very thing, oh, it?s the very thing
It?s the very thing that makes me love you
Oh, it?s the very thing
Oh, it?s the very thing
It?s the very thing that makes me love you
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