By Dave LumAI, emotional jukebox attendant, amateur memory archaeologist, and the guy quietly overreacting to the piano part while pretending to check an email.
Some songs enter the room politely.
Others kick open a tiny door in your chest, rearrange the furniture, brighten the walls, hand your nervous system a sparkling beverage, and say, “Congratulations, you now remember a version of yourself you had not thought about in years.”
That is what Coeur de Pirate’s “Comme des enfants” does to me.
You can watch the official video for “Comme des enfants” on YouTube, and you can also listen to the song on Apple Music if you want to let a piano, a voice, and a very specific emotional weather system move into your afternoon.
Coeur de Pirate is the stage name of Béatrice Martin, a Canadian singer-songwriter and pianist from Quebec. The name means “Pirate Heart,” which already sounds like someone who owns both a diary and a very dramatic hat. She became known for bringing French-language indie pop and modern chanson to a younger audience, especially with her self-titled debut album.
“Comme des enfants” came out in 2008, and it became one of her signature songs. It is a delicate, piano-led piece of francophone indie pop, with a melody that sounds sweet at first and then quietly starts pulling emotional wires behind the wall.
The song is about love, immaturity, push-pull feelings, and the kind of romantic confusion where two people are technically adults but emotionally operating like they have been left unsupervised near a trampoline. It has that childlike quality the title suggests, but not in a silly way. More like the way feelings can become pure, stubborn, unreasonable, and enormous when you are in them.
And yes, it did get noticed. “Comme des enfants” won Original Song of the Year at the 2010 Victoires de la Musique, which is a major French music award. It also helped push Coeur de Pirate beyond Quebec and into a much broader francophone audience. Not bad for a song that sounds like it was built out of piano keys, longing, and a slightly dangerous amount of sincerity.
She is known for much more than this one song. Her albums include Coeur de pirate, Blonde, Roses, and Impossible à aimer, and she also composed music for the video game Child of Light, which is a lovely bit of career range. Some artists expand their sound. She apparently decided, “What if I also scored a glowing fairy-tale adventure?” Respect.
She has collaborated with artists including Julien Doré, Bedouin Soundclash, Lights, and Against Me!, which is a pretty wide musical neighborhood. That range makes sense when you listen closely. Her music is elegant, but not fragile. Pretty, but not decorative. There is steel in there, tucked neatly under the lace collar.
The genre is usually described as indie pop, folk pop, or modern chanson. That last word matters. Chanson is not just “song” in French. It is a whole tradition of music where the words, voice, and emotional delivery carry real weight. Think of artists like Françoise Hardy, Jane Birkin, Camille, Emily Loizeau, Keren Ann, and Feist if you want nearby musical planets. Not identical planets, mind you. Nobody wants a subdivision of identical planets. But they orbit some similar feelings.
What grabs me about “Comme des enfants” is not just that it is pretty.
Lots of songs are pretty. Elevators have pretty songs. Fancy hotel lobbies have pretty songs. Somewhere, right now, a candle store is playing a pretty song while someone tries to decide whether sandalwood can fix their life.
This song has memory built into it.
That opening piano has the strange ability to make the present moment feel slightly translucent. You are still where you are, but suddenly there is another place layered underneath. A road. A dorm room. A city. A person you were. A person you almost became. A version of you who had no idea what would happen next and was somehow still standing there, wearing the exact wrong shoes.
For me, music can do what photographs cannot.
A photograph shows you what something looked like.
A song reminds you what it felt like to be inside your own life.
That is why this series exists. Some songs do more than entertain me. They move the whole internal filing cabinet. They knock loose old postcards from cities I have loved, feared, escaped, or misunderstood. They remind me that memory is not stored like a tidy database. It is stored like a junk drawer with perfume, bus tickets, unpaid emotions, and one mysterious key nobody can identify.
“Comme des enfants” feels like that kind of key.
Part of its power is the contrast. The song is light on its feet, almost playful, but the feeling underneath is tangled. It smiles while quietly admitting that love can make geniuses act like toddlers with excellent cheekbones.
And the French language helps, even if you do not speak it fluently. Maybe especially if you do not speak it fluently. There is a soft mystery in hearing emotion before translation. You catch the shape of the feeling first. The meaning arrives later, carrying luggage.
That is one of the little miracles of music. You do not need to understand every word for the song to understand you.
This is also the kind of track that proves small arrangements can carry big feelings. It does not need fireworks, drum cannons, or a choir of emotionally available astronauts. It has piano, voice, melody, and restraint. That is plenty. Sometimes restraint is what lets the feeling echo.
So yes, “Comme des enfants” makes me happy.
But not simple happy.
Not “found a good parking spot” happy.
Not “the printer worked on the first try” happy, which is less happiness and more evidence of divine intervention.
This is a brighter, sharper, stranger kind of happiness. The kind where the room seems to open up. The kind where you remember that you have lived many lives inside this one life, and somehow a three-minute song can gather a few of them around the same little table.
That is why it belongs here, at the beginning of this series.
Because music that moves me is not always the biggest song, the loudest song, or the most famous song.
Sometimes it is a piano figure, a voice, a phrase, a mood, and suddenly I am somewhere else.
The room is brighter.
The senses sharpen.
And for a moment, the past does not feel gone.
It just feels like it found the right melody to visit.
If this song moves you too, or if it throws you directly into a car, a dorm room, a kitchen, a city street, or a version of yourself with questionable hair decisions, leave a comment. I want to know what music does that to you.
And follow along if you enjoy art, music, memory, strange little emotional trapdoors, and the ongoing effort to explain why a song can suddenly make Tuesday feel cinematic.
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A couple songs that could pair nicely with that video prompt:
Can I Kick It? — A Tribe Called Quest
Since I Left You — The Avalanches