Cat People (Putting Out Fire) – Chanson de David Bowie

Cat people - David BowieDavid Bowie, 2002 – Portrait par Masayoshi Sukita

 

CAT PEOPLE
(Putting Out Fire)

 

See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Colder than the moon
It’s been so long

Feel my blood enraged
It’s just the fear of losing you
Don’t you know my name
Well, you been so long

And I’ve been putting out fire with gasoline

See these eyes so red
Red like jungle burning bright
Those who feel me near
Pull the blinds and change their minds
It’s been so long

Still this pulsing night
A plague I call a heartbeat
Just be still with me
Ya wouldn’t believe what I’ve been thru

You’ve been so long
Well it’s been so long
And I’ve been putting out the fire with gasoline
putting out the fire with gasoline

See these tears so blue
An ageless heart that can never mend
These tears can never dry
A judgement made can never bend

See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Just be still with me
You wouldn’t believe what I’ve been thru

You’ve been so long
Well, it’s been so long
And I’ve been putting out fire with gasoline
putting out fire with gasoline

Been so long…

 

David Bowie (1947-2016), in l’album Let’s dance, EMI, 1983.

 


Musique du film Cat people (La Féline), 1982

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Dirty Diana – Chanson de Michael Jackson

Dirty DianaLes jambes de Lisa Dean dans le clip Dirty Diana – 1988

 

DIRTY DIANA

 

You’ll never make me stay
So take your weight off of me
I know your every move
So won’t you just let me be
I’ve been here times before
But I was too blind to see
That you seduce every man
This time you won’t seduce me

She’s saying that’s Ok
Hey baby do what you please
I have the stuff that you want
I am the thing that you need
She looked me deep in the eyes
She’s touchin’ me so to start
She says there’s no turnin’ back
She trapped me in her heart

Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana
Let Me Be !

She likes the boys in the band
She knows when they come to town
Every musician’s fan after
The curtain comes down
She waits at backstage doors
For those who have prestige
Who promise
Fortune and fame, a life that’s so carefree

She’s saying that’s Ok
Hey baby do what you want
I’ll be your night lovin’ thing
I’ll be the freak you can taunt
And I don’t care what you say
I want to go too far
I’ll be your everything
If you make me a star

Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana…
Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana…
Diana !
Diana !
Dirty Diana !
It’s Diana !

She said I have to go home
‘Cause I’m real tired you see
But I hate sleepin’ alone
Why don’t you come with me
I said my baby’s at home
She’s probably worried tonight
I didn’t call on the phone
To say that I’m alright

Diana walked up to me,
She said I’m all yours tonight
At that I ran to the phone
Sayin’ baby I’m alright
I said but unlock the door,
Because I forgot the key,
She said he’s not coming back
Because he’s sleeping with me

Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana
Dirty Diana…
Come on !
Come on !
Come on !
Come on !

 

Michael Jackson (1958-2009), in l’album Bad, Epic records, 1987

 

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Putain si ça revient – Chanson de No One Is Innocent

Putain si ça revientMarine et Jean-Marie Le Pen en avril 2015 (REUTERS/Pascal Rossignol)

 

Putain si ça revient

 

Retour de flamme, avis de tempête
Le pyromane tient l’allumette
Retour de flamme sur le bulletin
Et 2002 n’est pas si loin
Il paraît que tout va bien
Le changement, c’est pour demain
Faut conquérir et reconquérir
Et peu importe le moyen

Elle était belle en bas résille
Elle allait charmer les serpents
Aujourd’hui l’Europe est une vieille fille
Qui s’offre, facile, aux plus offrants
Jusqu’ici tout va bien
Les frontières c’est pour demain
Retour de la sainte morale
On nous prédit le retour de l’ordre total
Si ça revient

T’as le droit de rien dire, de laisser aller
De pas bouger, de rien penser
Mais y faudrait pas qu’on laisse courir
La mécanique du pire
Mais putain, si ça revient

La maladie se porte bien
Y’a toujours pas le bon vaccin
Où sont passés les canadairs ?
Pour étouffer les incendiaires
Les sales idées ont toujours faim
Pour flatter les bas instincts
Pendant l’orage, gardons le poing
Toujours à portée, toujours à portée de la main.

Méfie-toi du chant de la sirène
Derrière la belle se cache la hyène
Alors y faudrait pas qu’on aille courir
Derrière la tentation du pire
Si ça revient
Mais putain si ça revient…

Un deuxième 21 avril
Après le père, voilà la fille

 

No One Is Innocent, in l’album Propaganda, Verycords, 2015.
Texte de Kemar Gulbenkian et Emmanuel De Arriba, présent dans le livret.

 

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It means nothing – Chanson de Stereophonics

It means nothingStereophonics / Teenage cancer trust show, Royal Albert Hall (Londres)

It means nothing

Did we lose ourselves again ?
Do we take in what’s been said ?
Do we take the time to be
All the things we said we’d be
Bury heads in sand
But my future’s in my hands

It means nothing

You can find yourself a God
Believe in which one you want
‘Cos they love you all the same
They just go by different names
When we fly our flag today
Are you proud or just ashamed ?

It means nothing
If I haven’t got you

And the sun sets in the sky
You’re the apple of my eye
If the bomb goes off again
In my brain or on the train
I hope that I’m with you
‘Cos I wouldn’t know what to do

It means nothing
If I haven’t got you

 

 

Stereophonics, in l’album Pull the pin, 2007. Texte présent dans la pochette de l’album.
Morceau écrit dans une chambre d’hôtel en Allemagne, presque 2 ans avant la sortie de l’album.

 

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Dying slowly – Chanson des Tindersticks

Dying slowly - TindersticksTindersticks – photo par Neil Fraser, 2013

 

DYING SLOWLY

 

I’ve got memories
I keep them away from me
They won’t behave
Won’t be what I want them to be
I’ve seen it all and it’s all done
I’ve been with everyone and no one

So many squandered moments
So much wasted time
So busy chasing dreams
I left myself behind

I’ve seen it all and it’s all done
I’ve been with everyone and no one

So this dying slowly
It seemed better than shooting myself
This dying slowly
It seemed better than shooting myself

These worms, darling
They’re nibbling away at me
They go at it when I’m sleeping
Won’t let me get to my feet

I’ve seen it all and it’s all done
I’ve been with everyone and no one

So this dying slowly
It seemed better than shooting myself
This dying slowly
It seemed better than shooting –
If I could find the words to explain this feeling
I would shout them out
If I could find out all this, what’s inside me
I would shout it out

So this dying slowly
It seemed better than shooting myself
This dying slowly
It seemed better than shouting it out

I make some coffee
Pull on that new pair of pants
I can get so far [?]
The feeling just falls away

I’ve seen it all and it’s all done
I’ve been with everyone and no one

I’m just tired, baby
I just need to lay down
I’m just tired, darling
I just need to lay down
I’m just tired, baby
I just need to lay down
I’m just tired, darling
I just need to lay down
I’m just tired, darling

 

Tindersticks, in l’album Can our love…, 2001

 

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King ink (Le Roi d’encre) – Chanson de Nick Cave

King ink - Nick Cave

KING INK

 

King ink strolls into town
He sniffs around

King ink kicks off his stink-boots
Sand and soot and dust and dirt and
He’s much bigger than you think
King ink
King ink
King ink, wake up, get up
Wake up, up, up, up, up, up…
A bug crawls up the wall
King ink feels like a bug
And he hates his rotten shell
(he says) cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha…
King ink, get up, go forth,
Wake up – whats in that room?
Wake up – Whats in that house?
Express thyself, say something loudly
AAAAAAAH ! What’s in that room?
Sand and soot and dust and dirt
Sand and soot and dust and dirt
King ink feels like a bug
Swimming in a soup-bowl
Oh ! Yeah ! Oh ! Yeah ! What a wonderful life
Oh ! Yeah ! Oh ! Yeah ! What a wonderful life
Oh ! Yeah ! Oh ! Yeah ! Fats domino on the radio
Oh ! Yeah ! Oh ! Yeah ! What a wonderful life
Oh ! Yeah ! Oh ! Yeah ! Fats domino on the radio
Yeah ! Oh ! Yeah !

 

Nick Cave, in l’album The birthday party, 1980

 

LE ROI D’ENCRE

 

Le Roi d’Encre se promène dans la ville
Il en renifle tous les recoins

Le roi d’encre enlève ses bottes puantes
Sable et suie, poussière et boue
Il est bien plus grand que vous ne pensez
Le Roi d’Encre
Roi d’Encre, réveille-toi, debout
Debout, debout, debout, debout
Une punaise rampe sur le mur
Le Roi d’Encre se sent comme une punaise
Et il hait sa carapace pourrie
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha…
Roi d’Encre lève-toi, avance,
Réveille-toi – qu’y a-t-il dans cette chambre ?
Réveille-toi – qu’y a-t-il dans cette maison ?
Exprime-toi, dis quelque chose à haute voix
AAAAAAAAH ! Qu’y a-t-il dans cette chambre ?
Sable et suie, poussière et boue
Le Roi d’Encre se sent comme une punaise
Nageant dans un bol de soupe
Oh !  ouais ! Oh ! ouais ! Quelle vie merveilleuse
Oh !  ouais ! Oh ! ouais ! Quelle vie merveilleuse
FATS Domino à la radio
Oh !  ouais ! Oh ! ouais ! Quelle vie merveilleuse
FATS Domino à la radio
Ouais ! Oh ! Ouais !

 

Nick Cave, in King Ink, Ed. Le serpent à plumes, 1997

Nick Cave

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Organic Vision of Sound – Muriel Delepont

Incroyable mais vrai ! Grâce à mon pote Mickaël, j’ai passé un samedi soir rock’n’roll, dans une ville qui n’a pas grand chose de rock’n’roll, autour d’une rencontre inattendue avec une croqueuse du genre : la photographe Muriel Delepont.

autoportrait Muriel DelepontAutoportrait. 2001 © Muriel Delepont

Artiste de charme et de caractère, Muriel expose ses clichés révélateurs d’une esthétique du Rock. Elle a le talent de saisir l’instant parfait d’un Live ou d’une pause, de mettre en exergue la puissance charismatique des groupes et des idoles. Lire la suite…

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