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  • Un jour, une chanson

    Dans cette rubrique totalement random, je vous ferai profiter d'une chanson que j'aime beaucoup, peu importe sa langue.

    Pour commencer, j'ai galéré pour remettre la main sur son titre et son groupe et l'ai retrouvée grâce à ses subtiles (lol) paroles, Again (2007) de The bird and the bee.

    Je vous préviens, elle reste longtemps dans la tête. La mélodie est vraiment très bien trouvée.



    Je crois que ce sont les paroles parmi les plus stupides que j'ai pu entendre.

    Again and again and again

    Do it Again

    Do it Again

    Again and again

    Its a shame, its a shame, its a perfect shame

    Creep under my door, and we do it again, oh

    And creepy and creepy and creepy, oh

    Again, again, again, again

    Again and again and again

    Do it Again

    Do it Again

    Again and again and again

    Do it Again

    Do it Again

    Again & Again

    Say my name, say my name, say my stupid name ?

    Its stupid how we always seem to do it again, oh

    Youre so stupid and perfect and stupid and perfect

    I hate you, I want you, I hate you, I hate you, oh
    La, la, la...
    Again, again, again, again
    http://www.lacoccinelle.net/291416.h...A0fAgVuYjEB.99
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  • #2
    Je crois que le concept existe déjà sous quasi le même nom sur ce forum... Nay?
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    • #3
      Oui mais tu causais d'albums, non?
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      • #4
        Ah, possible.
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        • #5
          Bon, désolé pour la régularité toute aléatoire mais c'est le bordel en ce moment. -_-

          Clair (1972) de Gilbert O'Sullivan

          J'adore cette chanson!



          "Clair" is a popular song by Irish singer Gilbert O'Sullivan and is one of his biggest-selling singles. Written by O'Sullivan and produced by Gordon Mills, it was the number one single in the UK Singles Chart for two weeks in November 1972, number one in Canada on the RPM 100 national singles chart the following January, and peaked at number two on the Billboard Hot 100 in the US. It was also O'Sullivan's second and last number one hit on the U.S. Easy Listening chart, after "Alone Again (Naturally)"

          The song is the love song of an uncle for his young niece, though for the first part of the song, the ambiguous text leads one to think that it is from one adult to another. The brief instrumental introduction is the sound of O'Sullivan whistling, before he comes in. The real Clair was the young daughter of O'Sullivan's producer-manager, Gordon Mills, and his wife, the model Jo Waring. The little girl's giggling is heard at the end of this song. The "Uncle Ray" mentioned in the song is O'Sullivan himself, a reference to his real name of Raymond O'Sullivan. The instrumental break in the middle section is done half a step up from A to B-Flat, before going back to A.

          "Clair"

          Clair, the moment I met you, I swear
          I felt as if something, somewhere
          Had happened to me, which I couldn't see
          And then, the moment I met you, again
          I knew in my heart that we were friends
          It had to be so, it couldn't be no

          But try as hard as I might do, I don't know why
          You get to me in a way I can't describe
          Words mean so little when you look up and smile
          I don't care what people say
          To me you're more than a child

          Oh, Clair
          Clair

          Clair, if ever a moment so rare
          Was captured for all to compare
          That moment is you in all that you do
          But why in spite of our age difference do I cry
          Each time I leave you I feel I could die
          Nothing means more to me than hearing you say
          "I'm going to marry you
          Will you marry me, Uncle Ray"

          Oh, Clair
          Clair

          Clair, I've told you before "Don't you dare"
          "Get back into bed"
          "Can't you see that it's late"
          "No you can't have a drink"
          "Oh, alright then, but wait just a minute"

          While I, in an effort to babysit, catch up on my breath
          What there is left of it
          You can be murder at this hour of the day
          But in the morning the sun will see my lifetime away
          Oh Clair
          Clair
          Oh Clair
          http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/gi...van/clair.html
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          • #6
            Eye in the sky (1982)

            Toujours aimé cette chanson d'aussi loin que je me souvienne.




            Eye In The Sky Lyrics
            [Verse:]
            Don't think
            Sorry's easily said
            Don't try
            Turning tables instead
            You've taken lots of chances before
            But I ain't gonna give anymore
            Don't ask me
            That's how it goes
            Cause part of me knows what you're thinking
            Don't say
            Words you're gonna regret
            Don't let
            Fire rush to your head
            I've heard the accusation before
            And I ain't gonna take anymore
            Believe me
            The sun in your eyes
            Made some of the lies worth believing

            [Chorus 1]
            I am the eye in the sky
            Looking at you
            I can read your mind
            I am the maker of rules
            Dealing with fools
            I can cheat you blind
            And I don't need to see anymore
            To know that
            I can read your mind (Looking At You),
            I can read your mind (Looking At You),
            I can read your mind (Looking At You),
            I can read your mind

            [Verse 2:]
            Don't leave
            False illusions behind
            Don't cry
            I ain't changing my mind
            So find another fool like before
            Cause I ain't gonna live anymore believing
            Some of the lies while all of the signs are deceiving

            [Chorus 2:]
            I am the eye in the sky
            Looking at you
            I can read your mind
            I am the maker of rules
            Dealing with fools
            I can cheat you blind
            And I don't need to see anymore
            To know that
            I can read your mind (Looking At You),
            I can read your mind (Looking At You),
            I can read your mind (Looking At You),
            I can read your mind

            [Chorus 3 -Final]
            I am the eye in the sky
            Looking at you
            I can read your mind
            I am the maker of rules
            Dealing with fools
            I can cheat you blind
            And I don't need to see anymore
            To know that
            I can read your mind (Looking At You),
            I can read your mind (Looking At You),
            I can read your mind (Looking At You),
            I can read your mind
            http://www.lyricsfreak.com/a/alan+pa..._20005307.html
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            • #7
              Alors, celle là, je l'ai découverte seulement en 2009, en matant ce très bon film (bien qu'assassiné par la critique de l'époque) qu'était Good morning England.

              La meilleure chanson du film à mon avis!

              Elenore par les Turtles (1968 )



              You got a thing about you
              I just can't live without you
              I really want you, Elenore, near me
              Your looks intoxicate me
              Even though your folks hate me
              There's no one like you, Elenore, really
              [Chorus:]
              Elenore, gee I think you're swell
              And you really do me well
              You're my pride and joy, et cetera
              Elenore, can I take the time
              To ask you to speak your mind
              Tell me that you love me better
              I really think you're groovy
              Let's go out to a movie
              What do you say, now, Elenore, can we?
              They'll turn the lights way down low
              Maybe we won't watch the show
              I think I love you, Elenore, love me
              [Chorus:]
              Elenore, gee I think you're swell
              And you really do me well
              You're my pride and joy, et cetera
              Elenore, can I take the time
              To ask you to speak your mind
              Tell me that you love me better
              Elenore, gee I think you're swell ah-hah
              Elenore, gee I think you're swell ah-hah
              Hah
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              • #8
                Envoyé par Girom
                Eye in the sky (1982)

                Toujours aimé cette chanson d'aussi loin que je me souvienne.
                Idem. Son rythme et son refrain léger m'ont bien accompagné lorsque ça passait à la radio. Merci pour cette sélection remplie de souvenirs nostalgiques

                ...

                ★★★♥★★★

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                • #9
                  Une chanson sur... La Chanson de Roland!

                  Par un groupe norgeux bien torché nommé d'après le point culminant de Norge! de la chaîne des Jotunheimen! En Norge ils aiment faire durer le folklore, même leurs lieux portent encore des noms empreints de leur mythologie!

                  Surtout que c'pas du vrai norgeux pur jus, c'un dialecte, même si les mots y r'semblent.



                  Seks mine jarlar heime vera, gøyme det gullet balde,
                  Andre seks på heidningalando då svinga dei jørni kalde!
                  - Rida dei ut av Franklandet med dyre dros i sadel,
                  Bles i luren Olivant på Ronsalavollen.

                  Runde dei opp sine silkje segl høgt i sigalråe,
                  Sigla dei ut åt hei'ingslondo i virkevikune ein og tvåe.

                  Arene og ankaret tok inn på kvite sanden:
                  Det var Roland, konungafredan, trødde den fysste på land.

                  Slogest dei utpå Ronsarvollen i dagane två og trjå;
                  Blåmennan fall for Rolandssverd som gav seg fyri ljåe.

                  Fram så søkte blåmann-fjødi skygde fyri sole;
                  Reddast var ein jamningen bad Roland blåse i hornet.

                  Roland sette luren fyr blogga munn, så bles han i med vreide;
                  Ljoden ber ivi hav og fjell, i trio dagar av leide.

                  Det var Magnus kongjen, no set han i å gråta:
                  Kva tru vantar freden min? No høyrer eg luren låta!

                  Det var Magnus kongjen,
                  Skundar han sin fred:
                  Daud låg Roland konunga-freden,
                  Heldt i han sitt sverd.

                  Heim kom Magnus kongjen.
                  Og settest dei alle traude.
                  Skipet var fullt av sylv og gull,
                  Og heidningan låg att daude.
                  TRAD française (oui bon, mon norgeux est un peu aux fraises donc j'ai zyeuté pour trouver une trad anglaise que je trouvais qui collais bien, faites par des keums aléatoires, et j'ai fait une trad FR)

                  La trad essaye de respecter le ton suranné voulu par l'emploi d'un dialecte, mais n'y arrive que peu, l'idéal serait de recourir à du français du XVIème siècle mais je m'y connais pas assez

                  Six de mes jarls restèrent à demeure, gardant l'or brillant
                  Six autres en terres sauvages brandissaient le fer froid

                  - Ils surgirent des terres franques sur des bêtes sellées
                  Soufflèrent dans l'olifant à Roncevaux

                  Montèrent hautes leurs voiles de soie sur le mat
                  Naviguèrent hors des terres sauvages sur un ou deux vaisseaux

                  Les rames et ancres mordirent le sable blanc
                  Roland, homme du roi, marcha au travers de l'écume sur la terre

                  Il guerroyèrent à Roncevaux pour deux jours et trois
                  Les hommes bleus* tombaient devant l'épée de Roland ainsi que le feraient devant une faux

                  Toujours plus avant s'enfonçaient les piques des hommes bleus, éclipsant le soleil
                  Un camarade s'en effaroucha, qui fit à Roland souffler le cor

                  Roland porta la corne à sa bouche ensanglantée, y souffla avec force courroux
                  Le son porta par-dessus mers et monts, aussi loin qu'à trois jours de voyage

                  Là se tenait Charlemagne, roi, qui s'écria :
                  De quoi mon vassal peut-il bien être en manque? J'entends résonner le cor!

                  Là se tenait Charlemagne, roi, qui s'empressa vers son homme :
                  Mort gisait Roland, homme du roi, tenant son épée dans la main.

                  Chez lui s'en retourna Charlemagne, roi, les enterra tous bien contre lui
                  Le vaisseau était empli d'argent et d'or
                  Et les sauvages gisaient dans la mort.
                  *Blámenn, ou Blåmennan en dialecte Nynorsk, nom donné au moyen-âge par les norgeux aux berserks et créatures surnaturelles, ainsi qu'aux musulmans à la peau sombre, traduit en anglais par blue-men, donc "hommes bleus" (Contextualizing the Muslim Other in Medieval Christian Discourse / Jerold C. Frakes)
                  Dernière modification par Bal-Sagoth, 15 juillet 2016, 18h02.
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                  • #10
                    Aujourd'hui, j'ai pensé à cette chanson, que j'aime bien, ma foi.


                    Nous étions jeunes et larges d'épaules
                    Bandits joyeux, insolents et drôles
                    On attendait que la mort nous frôle

                    On the road again, again
                    On the road again, again

                    Au petit jour on quittait l'Irlande
                    Et derrière nous s'éclairait la lande
                    Il fallait bien un jour qu'on nous pende

                    On the road again, again
                    On the road again, again

                    La mer revient toujours au rivage
                    Dans les blés mûrs y a des fleurs sauvages
                    N'y pense plus, tu es de passage


                    On the road again, again
                    On the road again, again

                    Nous étions jeunes et larges d'épaules
                    On attendait que la mort nous frôle
                    Elle nous a pris les beaux et les drôles

                    On the road again, again
                    On the road again, again

                    Ami sais-tu que les mots d'amour
                    Voyagent mal de nos jours
                    Tu partiras encore plus lourd

                    On the road again, again
                    On the road again, again
                    On the road again, again
                    On the road again, again
                    On the road again
                    http://www.paroles.net/bernard-lavil...avsZHeJFXVd.99

                    Je l'écoutais hier soir. Au réveil, ça m'a intrigué d'avoir écouté ça, rétrospectivement.
                    Et je l'ai eu en tête une partie de la journée.
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                    • #11
                      Une chanson dont j'ai découvert l'existence alors que j'en cherchais une pour l'année du dragon!

                      Year of the cat, par Al Stewart (1976)
                      J'adore tout particulièrement la mélodie et les riffs divers.
                      La classe!

                      Year of the Cat" has remained Stewart's signature recording, receiving regular airplay on both classic rock and folk rock stations.

                      ...

                      Co-written by Peter Wood, "Year of the Cat" is a narrative song written in the second person whose protagonist, a tourist, is visiting an exotic market when a mysterious silk-clad woman appears and takes him away for a gauzy romantic adventure. On wakening the next day beside her, the tourist realizes, with equanimity, that his tour bus has left without him and he has lost his ticket.

                      The Cat is one of the twelve signs of the Vietnamese zodiac. It corresponds to that of the Rabbit in the Chinese zodiac. At the time of the song's release, the most recent Year of the Rabbit had been 11 February 1975 to 30 January 1976. Thus, the song was recorded in the Vietnamese Year of the Cat.
                      https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Year_of_the_Cat_(song)




                      On a morning from a Bogart movie
                      In a country where they turn back time
                      You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
                      Contemplating a crime
                      She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
                      Like a watercolor in the rain
                      Don't bother asking for explanations
                      She'll just tell you that she came
                      In the year of the cat

                      She doesn't give you time for questions
                      As she locks up your arm in hers
                      And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
                      Completely disappears
                      By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
                      There's a hidden door she leads you to
                      These days, she says, I feel my life
                      Just like a river running through
                      The year of the cat

                      While she looks at you so cooly
                      And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
                      She comes in incense and patchouli
                      So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
                      The year of the cat

                      Well morning comes and you're still with her
                      And the bus and the tourists are gone
                      And you've thrown away your choice you've lost your ticket
                      So you have to stay on
                      But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
                      In the rhythm of the new-born day
                      You know sometime you're bound to leave her
                      But for now you're going to stay
                      In the year of the cat

                      Read more: Al Stewart - The Year Of The Cat Lyrics | MetroLyrics
                      http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-year-...l-stewart.html
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                      • #12
                        Lemon tree de Fool's garden (1995)

                        J'aime beaucoup la mélodie de cette chanson, une des rares qui me plaisaient de la maigre période musicale radio de 1995.





                        I'm sitting here in the boring room
                        It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon
                        I'm wasting my time
                        I got nothing to do
                        I'm hanging around
                        I'm waiting for you
                        But nothing ever happens and I wonder

                        I'm driving around in my car
                        I'm driving too fast
                        I'm driving too far
                        I'd like to change my point of view
                        I feel so lonely
                        I'm waiting for you
                        But nothing ever happens and I wonder

                        I wonder how
                        I wonder why
                        Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
                        And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
                        I'm turning my head up and down
                        I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
                        And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree

                        I'm sitting here
                        I miss the power
                        I'd like to go out taking a shower
                        But there's a heavy cloud inside my head
                        I feel so tired
                        Put myself into bed
                        While nothing ever happens and I wonder

                        Isolation is not good for me
                        Isolation I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree

                        I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy
                        Baby anyhow I'll get another toy
                        And everything will happen and you wonder

                        I wonder how
                        I wonder why
                        Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
                        And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
                        I'm turning my head up and down
                        I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
                        And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
                        And I wonder, wonder

                        I wonder how
                        I wonder why
                        Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
                        And all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see
                        Is just a yellow lemon-tree
                        http://www.metrolyrics.com/lemon-tre...ls-garden.html
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                        • #13


                          La meilleure chanson de Bal-Sagoth, on ne fait pas plus épique, et ça se paye même un sens du drama...

                          Warning : tout n'est pas récité dans le morceau. Byron a pour habitude d'écrire des textes de 3 pages pour ses chansons mais seule la moitié est utilisée dans la chanson proprement dite

                          Faut dire que Byron est un fan de comics et écrit ses chansons comme une sorte de scénario pour Comic...

                          Kor-Avul-Thaa... finest jewel in the crown of a realm of sublime glory,
                          greatest city in the Middle Kingdoms, mayhap all the world... Its splendid
                          walls of shimmering crystal could be seen from a hundred leagues distant,
                          kissed by the golden rays of the sun, or caressed by the ethereal fingers of a
                          midnight moon. Its magnificent spires and citadels, built by generations of
                          kings from the resplendent gifts hewn from the ancient bosom of the sacred
                          Crystal Mountains, had oft' times been the bitter envy of rival emperors, and
                          many were the sieges which Kor-Avul-Thaa had withstood and repulsed over the
                          centuries, for powerful sorcerers did weave great spells of protection about
                          the dazzling towers, and none may have passed unbidden through the vast
                          sapphir ean gates of mighty Kor-Avul-Thaa...

                          From the Journals of Sage Daelun

                          [The Oracle of Kor-Avul-Thaa:]
                          The sky rent asunder... black-winged devils surge forth from the void...
                          A maelstrom of crimson fire burns above us... what carnage has thou wrought?
                          Not sword, ballistae, nor burning brand
                          Could e'er these walls aspire to breach,
                          Yet now the city's fall is nigh,
                          As elder rites black fiends unleash.


                          High Lord of the Brotherhood of Dark Elucidation (Keepers of the
                          Forbidden Books of the First Cataclysm): By Klatrymadon and Zuranthus, such
                          ancient secrets we discovered within these sinistrous, worm-worn pages,
                          Etched with darksome glyphs and sigils, bound with fearsome spells, An
                          eldritch tide of stygian sorceries unfettered by the forbidden Tome of
                          Shadows...

                          Now thunderous cataclysm befalls the gleaming Kor-Avul-Thaa (The mystic
                          gate stands open!) The Xytaxehedron held to the stars... the incantation
                          uttered with eager tongues... (What long-shackled powers of the elder dark
                          have our conjurings loosed?)

                          By Klatrymadon and Zuranthus, the vortex blackens the stars above,
                          A vast plague of amorphous horrors descends to rend with fang and talon,

                          (As with torrents of blood the crystalline walls run red?)
                          And in the glooming chambers of our shadowed sanctum, we wait, half-mad with
                          terror,
                          To reap the slaughterous harvest which we have sown...


                          [The Chronicler of the Cataclysm:]
                          And beyond the vortex, the churning black waters of the void did disgorge the
                          Dwellers in Eternal Shadow,
                          And upon a horde of winged horrors, brandishing swords of ebon flame, they
                          rode out from the Gate...
                          And a terrible silence fell upon Kor-Avul-Thaa...


                          [The Echoes of the Oracle:]
                          The sky rent asunder, black winged devils surge forth from the void...
                          A maelstrom of crimson fire burns above us... what carnage has thou wrought?


                          [The Chronicler of the Cataclysm:]
                          The Chronicles of Time speak of only two other instances when the sky did
                          split wide and bleed forth such a torrent of horror as that which assailed
                          Kor-Avul-Thaa... One of those times was the fateful eve when the moon burned
                          black over ancient Lemuria, as a legion of ravening fiends emerged from the
                          Outer Darkness to visit catastrophe upon that realm... And the other... the
                          other manifestation of such a staggering cosmic evil is recorded only in the
                          ancient Scrolls of the Third Circle, a dark collectio n of terrifying
                          blasphemies which was believed to have been burned by the Order of Kl'aa at
                          roughly the same time as the first Tome of Shadows was discovered deep within
                          the Black Pyramid... These scrolls speak disturbingly of visitations to our
                          earth by creatures from a terrible place known as the Black Galaxy...
                          creatures which were able to span the vast expanses of time and space
                          separating our world from theirs in their great dark chariots, bringing
                          pestilence and carnage whenever they set foot upon the earth... And yet, the
                          scrolls also speak of the Others, known by some ancient, long-dead tribes as
                          the Travelling Ones... beings who did stand against the denizens of the Black
                          Galaxy and wage war with them across the nighted void. It is said that t he
                          Travelling Ones sailed the star-seas in huge silvern spheres ringed with a
                          myriad pulsing lights, and that in a great battle they drove their shadowy
                          foes back to the Black Galaxy... but at a great cost... The Travelling Ones
                          were drained of their cos mic powers and cast into a deep slumber, and some
                          say that they remain here still, hidden in mysterious, secret places, awaiting
                          the time of their reawakening. It was ascertained by those mages who found the
                          Tome of Shadows that certain gateways existed linking our world and the Black
                          Galaxy, just as maps carved into the stone walls of ancient tombs displayed
                          the pathway to the terrifying realm through the eternal blackness of the
                          void... and within the sinister pages of the dread book were the arcane k
                          eys... the rites to open wide these gates and give the dark wanderers beyond
                          the freedom to roam the earth once again... And the darkling lords did descend
                          upon Kor-Avul-Thaa to claim their splendid prize, and enthrone themselves
                          within the glittering walls...


                          [The Echoes of the Oracle:]
                          Not sword, ballistae, nor burning brand
                          Could e'er these walls aspire to breach,
                          Yet now the city's fall is nigh,
                          As elder rites black fiends unleash...


                          [The Brotherhood:]
                          By Klatrymadon and Zuranthus, in Kor-Avul-Thaa, darkness reigns eternal...
                          Nevermore shall the city glimmer, for now the crystalline walls gleam black...
                          Ever black...


                          And so it was that the bedazzling and splendid Kor-Avul-Thaa did become
                          the City of Shadows, a sinister fortress of elder fiends and fearsome beasts,
                          unleashed by the meddlings of mortals aspiring to dark thresholds of forbidden
                          knowledge and arcane powe r, a nightmare city shunned and feared by all. And
                          not since the sinking of Atlantis was the fall of a realm so sorely
                          lamented...

                          [From the Journals of Sage Daelun]
                          Dernière modification par Bal-Sagoth, 22 juillet 2016, 00h20.
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                          • #14
                            Madame rêve d'Alain Bashung (1991).
                            Le sujet : la masturbation féminine!
                            La mélodie est juste sublime!


                            Madame rêve d'atomiseurs
                            Et de cylindres si longs
                            Qu'ils sont les seuls
                            Qui la remplissent de bonheur
                            Madame rêve d'artifices
                            Des formes oblongues
                            Et de totems qui la punissent

                            Rêve d'archipels
                            De vagues perpétuelles
                            Sismiques et sensuelles

                            D'un amour qui la flingue
                            D'une fusée qui l'épingle
                            Au ciel
                            Au ciel

                            On est loin des amours de loin
                            On est loin des amours de loin
                            On est loin

                            Madame rêve ad libitum
                            Comme si c'était tout comme
                            Dans les prières

                            Qui emprisonnent et vous libèrent
                            Madame rêve d'apesanteur
                            Des heures des heures
                            De voltige à plusieurs

                            Rêve de fougères
                            De foudres et de guerres
                            A faire et à refaire

                            D'un amour qui la flingue
                            D'une fusée qui l'épingle
                            Au ciel
                            Au ciel

                            On est loin des amours de loin
                            On est loin des amours de loin
                            On est loin

                            Madame rêve
                            Au ciel
                            Madame rêve
                            Au ciel
                            Madame rêve
                            http://www.paroles.net/alain-bashung...pi5m5fff2p4.99
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                              Une chanson que j'adore, car les paroles sont incisives et tombent comme des coups de poignard sous une fougue moralisatrice, qui se termine par un étrange constat comparé au reste du texte, c'est énoncé impeccablement et les rimes et assonances sont bien pensées tout comme le reste des paroles.

                              C'est loin d'être sa chanson la plus connue... Mais c'une de celles que je préfère

                              Elle n'a pas eu de chance, quand on y pense, dans l'existence
                              Sa vie fut pathétique, problématique, pathologique
                              Cela devait commencer
                              Lors de son baptême
                              Car sa tante d'Angoulême
                              S'appelait Zoé !
                              On la nomma donc Justine
                              Pauvre gamine
                              On avait dans cette maison
                              L'esprit de contradiction !

                              Son père était ivrogne, sa mère indigne, son frère au bagne
                              Elle était opprimée, abandonnée, désespérée.
                              Mais cette famille perverse
                              Lui parut être divine
                              Quand elle en fut orpheline
                              Par un sort adverse !

                              Elle avait juste quinze ans
                              Plus de maman
                              Elle dut se mettre au labeur
                              Ce fut son premier malheur !

                              Mais le travail est triste, l'effort funeste, la sueur néfaste
                              Lasse de se morfondre et de se restreindre, elle voulut se vendre !
                              Elle se mit à courir les rues
                              Des quartiers spécialisés
                              Avec des robes osées
                              Et des clins d'?il corrompus.
                              Pour attirer les caves
                              Elle devint lascive
                              Elle leur prit toute leur monnaie
                              Et elle manquait de moralité !

                              Mais c'était couru d'avance, elle n'eut pas de chance dans cette expérience
                              Car allant de mal en pire, un jour à Saint-Lazare elle se trouva mère !
                              Elle connut alors des temps
                              D'inquiétude et de misère
                              Car les enfants se suivirent
                              Extramatrimonialement !
                              C'est alors qu'elle comprit
                              Que bien mal acquis
                              Ne profite jamais
                              Elle l'avait bien mérité !

                              Seule avec ses enfants de pères indifférents, elle n'avait plus d'argent
                              Pour les rutabagas, la soupe au tapioca et les petits extras.
                              Elle voulut donc en finir
                              Avec cette vie précaire
                              Et dans un vieux monastère
                              S'en alla pour y périr !
                              Elle avait au préalable
                              Geste abominable
                              Dans une station de métro
                              Abandonné ses marmots !

                              Ceux-ci, comme on le pense, n'eurent pas de chance dans l'existence
                              Ils furent opprimés, excommuniés, homicidés !
                              Ce fut une triste famille
                              Sans intérêt!
                              Dernière modification par Bal-Sagoth, 23 juillet 2016, 11h39.
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