26 year old Virginie, born in the Ardeche, has already won several song contests in France. She is part of the Montelochante association which looks for promising young artists and gives them the chance to perform on a regional scale.
Virginie, an amateur singer and hairdresser, was chosen on 14 March by the viewers of France 3 and a special jury presided over by Charles Aznavour, along with Natasha Saint-Pier (Eurovision representative for France in 2001) and Lara Fabian (Eurovision representative for Luxembourg in 1988). Virginie is also the winner of France 2's very popular show 'Entree des Artistes' which is hosted by Pascal Sevran. This show gained her a place in the French selection for the Eurovision Song Contest. She was selected when she sang Céline Dion's hit 'Pour que tu m'aimes encore'.
In Athens, Virginie will perform a song composed by Rwandan-born Corneille. After several hits in France for which he is highly acclaimed, Corneille declared he was "proud" to take part in this exciting new challenge, that "promotes artists who do not have direct access to the media or to radio and TV shows."
France received special dispensation this year in order to choose another song. It was felt by Ms Pouchain that the song chosen for her was not appropriate for her vocal talents, and so a new ballad titled "Il etait temps" was chosen after the cut-off date that the EBU should have accepted sdongs. The extension of the deadline on previews videos till 24th of March to France and Ukraine was granted by EBU.
Now I know it's easy to fall into the trap of French-bashing for the sake of a quick giggle, and believe me I've been culpable on more than one page of this site, but this year the onion-munchers have surpassed themselves. Even after moaning enough to get special treatment from a European organisation (nothing new there), thye've still managed to assail our eardrums with the type of Gaul ballard crap that galls me no end. Ms Pouchain (with the emphasis on the "poo") qualified to sing for France with the demon-Dion's song of '88. Yet again France have presented a chanteuse with very little to offer, and certainly no novelty value. Virtually every non-French speaking Eurofan knows that this approach no longer cuts the Dijon mustard. What the odds of the Big Four propping the rest up again? Shorter for this, that's for sure.
A French representative once called Eurosong "a monument to drivel". It's songs like these that offer ammunition to dullards like that man.
Shaggy
"Am I the only one who noticed in the episode "A Clue For Scooby Doo", when Shaggy sits down on a rock and opens a secret door. Velma goes over and chats with him and then there is a closeup of Shaggy. His hair is blonde! I still can't believe it" Virginia said as the interviewer backed out of the door (if he had been there in the first place).
Il était temps
Devenir, comme seule raison de résister
Tenir, élever le ton pour exister
Ça se dit, ça se chante facilement
Mais mon refrain aujourd'hui, c'est:
Il était temps qu'enfin le ciel se rappelle de moi
Il était temps, enfin une trêve, ma chance à moi
Il était temps, il était temps
Courir après l'idéal, ça vaut le coup
Souffrir, ça fait moins mal quand c'est un rêve au bout
Ça se dit, ça se chante legèrement
Mais mon refrain aujourd'hui, c'est:
Il était temps qu'enfin le ciel se rappelle de moi
Il était temps, enfin une trêve, ma chance à moi
Il était temps, il était temps
J'y croyais plus
J'y croyais plus, d'ailleurs j'ai du mal à le croire encore
Il était temps qu'enfin le ciel se rappelle de moi
Il était temps, enfin une trêve, ma chance à moi
Il était temps, pourvu que ça reste, et si ça ne
dure pas
Je serais heureuse de dire aux enfants
Que j'y ai touché une fois dans mon temps
Il était temps
It's Now Time
Become, as the unique reason to resist
Hold out, raise the voice to exist
You can say it, you can sing it easily
But today my chorus is this one:
Time has come for heaven to remember me at last
Time has come, a rest finally, it's my own chance
Time has come, time has come.
Run, after an ideal, it's worth it
Suffer. Oh what a treat when a dream is at the end
You can say it, you can sing it easily
But today, my chorus is this one:
Time has come for heaven to remember me at last
Time has come, a rest, finally it's my own chance
Time has come, time has come.
I didn't believe in it anymore
I didn't believe in it, and it's still hard for me believing it today
Time has come for heaven to remember me at last
Time has come, a rest finally, it's my own chance.
The time has come, let's hope it lasts,
And if not I'll be glad to tell the children
I was able to touch it, once in my lifetime.
The time has come
