Le blog d'Antigone

"Chaque soir avant le dîner
A mon balcon mettant le nez
Je contemple les bonnes gens
Dans le soleil couchant
Mais
N'me d'mandez pas d'chanter ça, si
Vous redoutez d'entendre ici
Que j'aime à voir, de mon balcon
Passer les cons "                            Le pornographe, Georges Brassens

Le roi boiteux, Georges Brassens

Un roi d'Espagne, ou bien de France,
Avait un cor, un cor au pied;
C'etait au pied gauche, je pense;
Il boitait aù faire pitie.

Les courtisans, espace adroite,
S'appliquerent aù limiter,
Et qui de gauche, qui de droite,
Il apprirent tous aù boiter.

On vit bientot le bénéfice
Que cette mode rapportait;
Et de l'antichambre aù l'office,
Tout le monde boitait,boitait.

Un jour, un seigneur de province,
Oubliant son nouveau métier,
Vint aù passer devant le prince,
Ferme et droit comme un peuplier.

Tout le monde se mit aù rire,
Excepté le roi qui, tout bas,
Murmura:"Monsieur,qu'est-ce aù dire ?
Je crois que vous ne boitez pas."

"Sire, quelle erreur est la votre!
Je suis crible de cors; voyez:
Si je marche plus droit qu'un autre,
C'est que je boite des deux pieds."

Flower, Eels

Turn the ugly light off God,
Wanna feel the night.
Everyday it shines down on me
Don't you think that I see?
Don't you think that I see what it's all about?
Hard to look the other way
While the world passes me by
And everyone is trying to bum me out.

It's a pretty big world God
And I am awful small
Everyday they rain down on me:
Flower in a hailstorm.
Flower in a hailstorm,
I'm living for the drought.
I could throw it back at them
But then I'd play their game.
everyone is trying to bum me out

When I came into this world they slapped me,
And everyday since then I'm slapped again.
Tomorrow's king: an unsightly coward
You see, I know I'm gonna win.

Turn the ugly light off God
Don't wanna see my face.
Everyday it will betray me
Don't you think that I know?
Don't you think that I know what they're talking about?
If they step on me tonight,
They're gonna pay someday.
Everyone is trying to bum me out.

Not ready yet, Eels

 There's a world outside,
And I know 'cause I've heard talk.
In my sweetest dream
I would go out for a walk.

But I don't think I'm ready yet.
I'm not feeling up to it now.
Just not that steady yet.
And I don't need you telling me how.

There's some happiness
And my stone face cracks again.
Maybe some time sooner or later.

But I don't think I'm ready yet.
Not feeling up to it now.
Just not that steady yet.
And I don't need you telling me how.

So if I leave my room,
Don't you tell me to lighten up.
Maybe some time sooner or later.

But I don't think I'm ready yet.
Not feeling up to it now.
Just not that steady yet.
And I don't need you telling me how.
I don't need you telling me how.
I don't need you telling me how.
I don't need you telling me how.

I don't need you telling me how.
I don't need you telling me how.
I don't need you telling me how.

Stroke of luck

hanging by threads of palest silver
i could have stayed that way forever
blood and ghost wrapped tight around me
nothing could ever seem to touch me
i lose what I love most
did you know I was lost until you found me?

stroke of luck or gift from god?
hand of fate or devil's claws?
from below or saints above?
you came to me

here comes the cold again
i feel it closing in
it's falling down
and all around me, falling

you say that you'll be there to catch me
or will you only try to trap me?
these are the rules i make
our chains were meant to break
you'll never change me

here comes the cold again
i feel it closing in
you're falling down
and all around me, falling

stroke of luck or gift from God?
hand of fate or devil's claws?
from below or saints above?
you come to me now

don't ask me why
don't even try

stroke of luck or gift from god?
hand of fate or devil's claws?
from below or saints above?
you came to me

here comes the cold again
i feel it closing in
it's falling down
and all around me, falling
falling...
                                                                             -   Cette chanson de Garbage illustre parfaitement ce que j'ai dit à propos de mon ange...                       

Drive you home, Garbage

"It's funny how
Even now
You still support me after all the things that I've done
You're so good to me
Waiting patiently"

 [...]

"I got down on myself
Working too hard
Driving myself to death
Trying to beat up the faults in my head
What a mess I've made
Sure we all make mistakes
But they see me so large
That they think I'm immune to the pain"