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Est-ce que j’ai déjà parlé de Death Cab ici ? Je ne sais plus. Sûrement, je me demande même si cette chanson n’a pas un jour fait l’objet d’un post.

Anyway.

J’écoutai le tout dernier opus des américains (Narrow Stairs) tout à l’heure, que je trouve au passage plutôt bien bien bien bien au bout de 2 écoutes, quand j’ai eu envie de me replonger dans ce que j’estime être le meilleur album du groupe (avis totalement subjectif) : The Photo Album.

Forcément, cet album a une signification toute particulière chez moi, c’est comme qui dirait un album de transition. Le jour où j’ai écouté le tout premier titre, Steadier Footing, j’ai appuyé sur le bouton Repeat au moins 20 fois (en plus il boucle super bien).

Mais aujourd’hui c’est Information Travels Faster que je ré-écoute en boucle :

I intentionally wrote it out to be an illegible mess.
You wanted me to write you letters, but I’d rather lose your address
and forget that we’d ever met and what did or did not occur.
Sitting in the station, its all a blur of dancehall hips,
pretentious quips, a boxer’s bob and weave.
and here’s the kicker of this whole shebang:

You’re in debt and completely fooled that you can look into the mirror
and objectively rank your wounds.
Sewing circles are not soley based in trades of cloth:
There are spinsters all around here taking notes, reporting on us as

Information travels faster in the modern age
in the modern age, as our days are crawling by so slowly.
Information travels faster in the modern age
in the modern age, as our days are crawling by so slowly.

Information travels faster in the modern age
in the modern age, as our days are crawling by so slowly.
Information travels faster in the modern age
in the modern age, as our days are crawling by so slowly.

Ce qui est paradoxal avec Britney, c’est que sa vie personnelle est de plus en plus catastrophique, mais ses albums, eux, sont de mieux en mieux (et bizarrement, se vendent de moins en moins).

Toujours est-il qu’après l’excellent album In The Zone, elle a retrouvé l’année dernière les chemins des studios pour sortir le très-acclamé-par-la-critique album Blackout.
Piece of Me est le deuxième single (pas sorti en France). Le texte de ce titre n’a pas été écrit par Britney, contrairement à ce qu’on pourrait croire, mais elle y a bien évidemment ajouté sa patte.

Piece of Me a été élu 15e meilleure chanson de l’année 2007 par le magazine Rolling Stone. Les Inrocks qualifient le titre de « stupéfiant », issu d’une « luxurieuse jungle électro ». En même temps, elle a toujours eu les meilleurs producteurs de la planète pour elle. Le contraire serait étonnant.

Et pour finir sur Britney, elle serait à nouveau en studio, et aurait déclaré que le simple fait de chanter et jouer du piano lui manquait. Oui oui, Britney joue du piano.

Voilà, maintenant je vous laisse lire les paroles :

I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don’t matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They still got pictures of my derriere in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me…

I’m Miss bad media karma
Another day another drama
Guess I can’t see no harm
In working and being a mama
And with a kid on my arm
I’m still an exception
And you want a piece of me

I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Exta! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin
(You want a piece of me)

I’m Mrs. ‘You want a piece of me?’
Tryin’ and pissin’ me off
Well get in line with the paparazzi
Who’s flippin’ me off
Hopin’ I’ll resort to startin’ havoc
And end up settlin’ in court
Now are you sure you want a piece of me?

I’m Mrs. ‘Most likely to get on TV for strippin’ on the streets’
When getting the groceries, no, for real..
Are you kidding me?
Causing panic in the industry
I mean, please, do you want a piece of me?
I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Exta! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin
(You want a piece of me)

I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don’t matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They still got pictures of my derrière in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me…

You want a piece of me?

I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Exta! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin
(You want a piece of me)

I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Exta! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin
(You want a piece of me)

Oh yeah
You want a piece of me

Ca faisait longtemps une petite chanson du jour, mais je n’écoute plus rien de neuf, à part le nouveau dEUS et Portishead…Quelle tristesse.

Mais aujourd’hui il pleut, une chanson adaptée :

Have no fear
For when I’m alone
I’ll be better off than I was before

I’ve got this light
I’ll be around to grow
Who I was before
I cannot recall

Long nights allow me to feel…
I’m falling…I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel
I’m falling
I am falling safely to the ground
Ah…

I’ll take this soul that’s inside me now
Like a brand new friend
I’ll forever know

I’ve got this light
And the will to show
I will always be better than before

Long nights allow me to feel…
I’m falling…I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel
I’m falling
I am falling safely to the ground

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
I’ve been kicked around since I was born.

And now it’s all right, it’s OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
the New York Times’ effect on man.

(oui, c’est lui, désolé)

Un artiste que j’ai beaucoup beaucoup beaucoup (trop) écouté à une époque, et que j’ai complètement mis de côté, jusqu’à ce que cette chanson revienne par hasard cette semaine. Du coup, je retombe en plein dans les souvenirs et la discographie de monsieur Arthur.

Si ça vous plait, essayez l’album “Our Shadows Will Remain” ou “Come to Where I’m From”

I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong
And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy
And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen
And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in

May gods love be with you
Always
May gods love be with you

I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes
cause when you showed me myself I became someone else
But I was caught in between all you wish for and all you need
I picture you fast asleep
A nightmare comes
You cant keep awake

May gods love be with you
Always
May gods love be with you

cause if I find
If I find my own way
How much will I find
If I find
If I find my own way
How much will I find
You

I dont know anymore
What its for
Im not even sure
If there is anyone who is in the sun
Will you help me to understand
cause I been caught in between all I wish for and all I need
Maybe youre not even sure what its for
Any more than me

May gods love be with you
Always
May gods love be with you

So, we’re alone again
i wish it were over
we seem to never end
only get closer
to the point where i can take no more

the clouds in your eyes
down your face they pour
won’t you be the new one burn to shine
i take the blue ones every time
walk me down your broken line
all you have to do is cry

hush my baby now
your talking is just noise and won’t lay me down amongst
your toys in a room where i can take no more

the clouds in your eyes
down your face they pour
won’t you be the new one burn to shine
i take the blue ones every time
walk me down your broken line
all you have to do is cry

photographs and brightly colored paper
are your mask you wear in this caper
that is our life
we walk right into the strife
and a tear from your eye brings me home

the clouds in your eyes
down your face they pour
won’t you be the new one burn to shine
i take the blue ones every time
walk me down your broken line
all you have to do is cry

Si y a bien un album que j’attends avec impatience, c’est bien celui de dEUS.
Le single, groovy à  souhait, tourne en boucle, here it is :

What is the architect doing?
He is by the riverside
What is he thinking out there?
He is committing egocide
Now isn’t that a strange thing?
Well to him it feels just
Well we guess a person’s gotta do,
What a person feels he must
He said:
I won’t throw myself from the pier
I’m gonna go home and shut up for a year
And when that year is over I’ll reappear
And have a solution
I’ve reason to believe that what I fi nd
Is gonna change the face of human kind
And all these years before well I was blind
That’s my conclusion
Cause I’m the architect
Now the man has understood
That outer space is overrated
About all the problems on this earth we
should
Worry now to solve them later
And so he’s brooding and alluding on a
perfect design
He thinks that working on behalf of
himself is a crime
He flashes out by the water, a view so
divine
He’s the architect of his own fate, a man
in his prime
He said:
I won’t throw myself from the pier
I’m gonna go home and shut up for a year
And when that year is over I’ll reappear
And have a solution
I’ve reason to believe that what I fi nd
Is gonna change the face of human kind
And all these years before well I was blind
That’s my conclusion
And so he drew a pentagon
Thinking it through a geodesic dome
From the coast of Tahiti, to the hills of
Rome
Step aside cause the man will take the
Nobel prize home
Now if these aspirations bother you
Well you are just you, you don’t have a
clue
I’m sticking to the plan I will see it through
Let there be no confusion
Cause I’m the architect

dEUS - The Architect

Thom Yorke était l’invité d’une émission de radio (Jonathan Ross show), il a blablaté et repris Reckoner en acoustique. J’adore !

Reckoner
You can’t take it with you
Dancing for your pleasure

You are not to blame for
Bittersweet distractor
Dare not speak its name
Dedicated to all you
all human beings

Because we separate like
ripples on a blank shore
(in rainbows)
Because we separate like
ripples on a blank shore
(in rainbows)

Reckoner

Take me with you
Dedicated to all you
all human beings

Un nouveau titre 100% rock’n'roll qui pourrait venir de Chicago mais qui vient de Montreal en fait.
Indice : mettre le volume à  fond.

Every desire
Coal in the boiler
And the sum of us all is a terrible amount
So satisfy my need and choke up the smokestack
Oh yeah, meet the man-factory

A little more time with the lights off
A little more running away
A little more time …

Then our sins will meet the howling escape
Have an affair
Life is a fair
Then our sins will meet the howling escape

Every desire
Coal in the boiler
And the sum of us all is a terrible amount
So satisfy my need and choke up the smokestacks
Oh yeah, meet the man-factory

A little more time with the lights off
A little more running away
A little more time …

Then our sins will meet the howling escape
When automation
Is the end of a nation
Then our sins will meet the howling escape
But I’m not for sale

I’m not for sale
And the sum of us all is a terrible amount

Une vieille chanson qui me rappelle plein plein plein plein de souvenirs…

So glad to see you well, overcome them
Completely silent now
With heaven’s help
You’ve cast your demons out
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you off your cloud
But I’m more than just a little curious
How you’re plannin’ to go about makin’ your amends
To the dead
To the dead

Recall the deeds as if they’re all
Someone else’s
Atrocious stories
Now you stand reborn
Before us all
So glad to see you well

And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you to the ground
But I’m more than just a little curious
How you’re plannin’ to go about makin’ your amends
To the dead
To the dead

With your halo slippin’ down
Your halo slippin’
Your halo slippin’ down
Your halo slippin’ down

Your halo slippin’ down
(I’m more than just a little curious
How you’re plannin’ to go about makin’ your amends)
[repeated]

Your halo slippin’ down
Your halo’s slippin’ down to choke you now