..." parce-qu'il n'y a pas que ça dans la vie".

donc, je voudrai vous poser la question suivante ( encore, oui, je sais, 'va falloir s'y faire, on ne fait pas marcher indéfiniment une émission poubelle sans sujets potables), que voici:

quel texte ( au singulier ), vous a le plus marqué dans une chanson, quelle soit Française ou non?
pourriez-vous nous en faire partager un petit morceau?
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Un seul texte? Wow, hardos comme question... Là, comme ça tout de suite, j'hésite entre "Romeo & Juliet" des Dire Straits et l'intégralité de l'album "Nightfall in Middle-Earth" de Blind Guardian. Mais ce dernier n'est pas une seule chanson et il vaut mieux l'écouter en entier pour l'apprécier à sa juste valeur (même si certains morceaux comme Noldor et When Sorrow Sang sont beaux à pleurer, y compris au niveau des textes). Donc je vais me prononcer en faveur du texte de Mark Knopfler.


Dire Straits
Making Movies (1980)
Romeo And Juliet


A lovestruck Romeo sings a streetsus serenade
Laying everybody low with me a lovesong that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
Says something like you and me babe how about it ?

Juliet says hey it's Romeo you nearly gimme a heart attack
He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back
You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that
Anyway what you gonna do about it ?

Juliet the dice were loaded from the start
And I bet and you exploded in my heart
And I forget the movie song
When you wanna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet ?

Come up on differents streets they both were streets of shame
Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same
And I dreamed your dream for you and your dream is real
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals ?

Where you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
You promised me everything you promised me think and thin
Now you just says oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him

Juliet when we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die
There's a place for us you know the movie song
When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet ?

I can't do the talk like they talk on TV
And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be
I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you
I can't do anything except be in love with you

And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
All do is keep the beat and bad company
All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme
Julie I'd do the stars with you any time

Juliet when we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die
There's a place for us you know the movie song
When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet ?

A lovestruck Romeo sings a streetsus serenade
Laying everybody low with me a lovesong that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
Says something like you and me babe how about it ?



C'est beau. C'est l'emmerde avec les Dire Straits: tous leurs textes sont magnifiques. J'ai pas mal hésité avec Private Investigations, d'ailleurs...
Bon, et si ça dérange personne (ou plutôt si ça intéresse quelqu'un) je vous collerai un ou deux extraits de Blind Guardian...
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Oulala, trop trop dur! Au depart, j'avais pas vu que c'etait un texte de chanson, alors je m'apprêtais à parler du 'Bateau Ivre' de Raimbaud, mais là à brule pourpoint j'ai envie de répondre 'Night Vision' de Suzanne Vega, mais demain, j'aurai surement changé d'avis. Il y a des dizaines de textes qui m'ont marqués et que j'ai en tête!!!

Night Vision

By day give thanks
By night beware
Half the world in sweetness
The other in fear


When the darkness takes you
With her hand across your face
Don't give in too quickly
Find the thing she's erased


Find the line, find the shape
Through the grain
Find the outline, things will
Tell you their name


The table. the guitar
The empty glass


All will blend together when
Daylight has passed


Find the line, find the shape
Through the grain
Find the outline, things will
Tell you their name


Now I watch you falling into sleep
Watch your fist curl against the sheet
Watch your lips fall open and your eyes dim
In blind faith


I would shelter you
Keep you in light
But I can only teach you
Night vision
Night vision
Night vision



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Tiens Phyl, ta réponse me fait penser que "Luka" de Suzanne Vega m'a pas mal marqué aussi...
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Walalala, la question pour me faire partir en live... Je risque un ban quand on me pose ce genre de questions !!!

Alors, en folk, déjà, tout Bob Dylan, tout Smog et tout Will Oldham. En punk, tout Fugazi. Et en indie-rock US, tout, mais vraiment tout Modest Mouse (une institution là-bas mais super plus inconnu ici, en dépit du succès relatif de leurs potes de Built to spill), Isaac Brock est le putain de génie de parolier du siècle !!!

Mais c'est juste parce qu'il faut me limiter et que j'ai pas la place...

Du Smog :

"And I hope you don't mind
If I grab your private life
Slap it on the table
And split it
With a knife"

You Moved in sur the doctor came at dawn.

Du Bob :

"Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only."

It's alright Ma, I'm only bleeding sur Subteranean homesick blues

du fugazi, pas les plus inspirées mais sauvagement d'actualité :

when they start falling executions will commence
sides will not matter now matter makes no sense
how did a difference become a disease?
i'm sure you have reasons a rational defense
weapons and motives bloody fingerprints
but i can't help thinking it's still all disease
here comes the argument
folderol
it's all about strikes now
so here's what's striking me
that some punk could argue some moral abc's
when people are catching what bombers release
i'm on a mission to never agree here comes the argument
here comes the argument here comes the argument here it comes

The argument sur the argument

Et du modest mouse, argh, si je commence... bon juste une...


NEVERENDING MATH EQUATION
I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old
And oh my God I feel so damn old
I don't really feel anything
On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
And oh my God, they look so alone
Do they really feel anything?
Oh my God, I've gotta gotta gotta gotta move on
Where do you move when what you're moving from
Is yourself?
The universe works on a math equation
that never even ever really ends in the end
Infinity spirals out creation
We're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying
We aint sure where you stand
You aint machines and you aint land
And the plants and the animals, they are linked
And the plants and the animals eat each other
Oh my God and oh my cat
I told my Dad what I need
Well I know what I have and want
But I don't know what I need
Well, he said he said he said he said
"Where we're going I'm dead."

Neverending math equation sur Building nothing out of something.


Haaaaaa, ne me virez pas, s'il vous plaît, c'est la faute au topic : , (





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Allez savoir pourquoi, les paroles que j'ai le mieux retenues sont celles de Refuse / Resist de Sepultura, sur leur album Chaos A.D.
Peut-être parce qu'elles ne veulent pas dire grand-chose, qu'elles sont débiles et surtout gueulées dans le micro, mouarff.



Refuse/Resist
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Chaos A.D.
Tanks On The Streets
Confronting Police
Bleeding The Plebs
Raging Crowd
Burning Cars
Bloodshed Starts
Who'll Be Alive?!

Chaos A.D.
Army In Siege
Total Alarm
I'm Sick Of This
Inside The State
War Is Created
No Man's Land
What Is This Shit?!

Refuse/resist
Refuse

Chaos A.D.
Disorder Unleashed
Starting To Burn
Starting To Lynch
Silence Means Death
Stand On Your Feet
Inner Fear
Your Worst Enemy

Refuse/resist

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