Mad world – Chanson de Tears For Fears

 

Mad worldLe désespéré – Peinture de Gustave Courbet, huile-sur-toile, 1843

 

MAD WORLD

 

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces

Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere
Going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression

Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

I find it hard to tell you
‘Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very, very
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday

Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No-one knew me
No-one knew me

Now teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

I find it hard to tell you
‘Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very, very
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

I find it hard to tell you
‘Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very, very
Mad world
Mad world
Halogeon world
Mad world

 

Tears For Fears, in l’album The Hurting, Fontana, 1983.
Texte de Roland Orzabal, présent sur le livret de l’album.

 

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Nuit d’hiver sur l’avenue d’Albigny

Souvenir d’une nuit noire de chute vertigineuse…

chute-espoir

Nuit d’hiver sur l’avenue d’Albigny

 

Les yeux d’Annecy
Se mirent dans le lac d’encre
Le froid me saisi,
Glace mon torse et s’y ancre.

Solitude, qui m’étreint,
Allège un peu ton joug !
Mes efforts restent vains,
Tu vas me rendre fou.

Cette nuit s’est abattu
Le sceau du désespoir.
Pourquoi encore bats-tu
Mon cœur, dans le noir ?

Aux entrailles des astres
Le vide m’aspire.
Mon existence est un désastre
Regarde, enfant, ce qu’est ton avenir !

A défaut de vivre mes rêves,
De vivre… je rêve.

 

Guillaume Riou. Poème écrit en février 2008.

 

Nuit d'hiver sur l'avenue d'Albigny Photo nocturne d’Annecy par Fabienne Gevaux

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