I was looking through National Geographic's world music when I found this. I don't care if it French, I still like it. Here's what they said about them:

"Enter the cabaret! Paris Combo have stepped away from the modern chanson tradition of a lone man and his guitar, reawakening the smoldering influences of gypsy music, sweet Spanish and Italian melodies, cool American jazz, and a smoky hint of Django Reinhardt.

The group's name not only means that it's a combo from Paris, but also that its music is a combination of styles: French pop songs from the 1930s, Gypsy swing and music from North Africa. Yet the music is original and seductive, not nostalgic; presented with intelligence, irony, a subtle sense of humor, and above all else, exquisite taste. Their latest recording, Attraction, continues to defy categorization.

— Courtesy Calabash Music"

Hmm . . . "the smoldering influences of gypsy music?" No wonder why I like it. I like almost anything Gypsy. I'm posting the links from YouTube because they don't have the annoying 15-30 second adds before watching the video. Plus, they have the cool copy and paste to embed it in your blog thing.

Paris Combo - Attraction

I found it's lyrics (in French) and translated them through Babblefish (which is not always the most accurate, but you get an idea).

If it is not the wind of the change
Who comes to blow of the air to my wings
It is not draught that I wait
To fly away to the sky
I need a small quite pressing wind
To give me altitude
And to enjoy while planing
This idea of plenitude.

But here, that is not invented
This calms flat, so flat
Without a cloud, without a c?ur which beats...
If it is not the wind of the pleasure
Who comes to fight my weightlessness
I will not leave a bad zephyr
To push me right towards a lure.

{Refrain:}
Because if the love is not in the air
I prefer to remain on ground

And if I believe my friends of them the ants
In their remote idea of the airs,
To predict a life of paradise to me
Of labour and career
Never only, surrounded fellow-members
And of quite friendly cons?urs,
I could find the manner well
To approach happiness.

But here, that is not invented
This calms flat, so flat
Without a cloud, without a c?ur which beats...
If it is not the wind of the pleasure
Who comes to fight my weightlessness
I will not leave a bad zephyr
To push me right towards a lure.

{Refrain:}
Because if the love is not on ground
I prefer to take again the air

If it is not the wind of the change
Who comes to blow of the air to my wings
It is not draught that I wait
To fly away to the sky
I seek attraction vainly
Terrestrial or if it is needed lunar
Who will make me give an opinion
To be extra for it, the ordinary one...

{Refrain:}
If the love is not in the air
I prefer to remain on ground
But if the love is not on ground
I prefer to take again the air.

And there's this:

Living Room

Here are it's lyrics (in case you were wondering). They don't make too much sense, but sometimes that is to be expected.

Us all born from love in this old country
Where only of old man, of very old monkeys sat
With the orders of our freedoms
With the levers of our integrities

Then, stoppers us on the nose
That always makes them laugh
Go, stoppers us, between us
That will always make them the large one under
When they sell penknives to us
And of the unhealthy ideas
So that our small lives hide
In violence and hatred
Then what, one will sleep outside
Under the bridges, gold bridges
That others will have built to go from their kitchen
With their living room...

Their living room
It is not blank, it is not wind
It is the living room of the old erudite monkeys
Living room... Living room... Living room... room

We all are born, my friend
We all is alive, it is registered
In our?il, you see, at the shone bottom that
Of a desire for living, a desire

To traverse the world
This good ground if the Gironde
But not, but not, here that us are thundered!
Case without leave-passing
Is not necessary to let itself go

To dream of another life, my friend,
Not, is not necessary to dream
Because to dream, is necessary "leave-to pass"
Paper, to pass its life

On the other side of the bridge, gold bridges, outside
Y' in A of the tons, it is not that one is unaware of them
Because one often sees them passing from their kitchen
With their living room...

{with the Refrain}

Here how, when one thinks of it
We all are become of the elephants
Gnous, giraffes, orangs-outangs
In our reserves under monitoring
And that one will not be mislaid
In herd or all alone, isolated
In the reserves of at side
One is sure to fall on a bone

An osteopath of first

Who will dismember you, it is his business!
To make you pass the desire
Prohibited voyages

Prohibited in our old country
Where only of old man, of very old monkeys sat
In their kitchen, they gambergent
To improve their living room...