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Aujourd’hui j’ai finalement découvert Arne Vinzon. Ça faisait un mois qu’on m’en avait parlé mais je ne retrouvais pas le nom.
Les otaries lisent dans le texte les philosophes allemands
C’est leur morceau-phare mais y’en a pleins d’autres et même un nouvel album.
Son Eighties, ça m’a fait penser à Lescop que j’avais découvert y’a un an ou deux
Dans la forêt je te retrouve à l’heure opportune
Un rendez-vous improvisé sous la lune
Sourires crispés, situation compliquée
Je sens ton souffle qui me frôle le cou
Un pistolet chargé me caresse la joue
Tu me dis “cette fois c’est moi qui joue”
Dans la forêt la première détonation raisonne
Un coup de feu puis deux, mon corps qui frissonne
Puis doucement s’écroule.
et surtout à Jacno
Je regarde tes yeux, ça me fait pleurer
Ne fais pas cette tête, je ne veux pas te blesser
Je t’aime tant, je t’aime tant
Aujourd’hui je pars, je reviendrai demain
C’est pas toi et moi, toi et moi ça ne fait qu’un
Je t’aime tant, je t’aime tant
Dès que je ne suis plus là
Tu dis elle ne m’aime pas
Ouvre les yeux, regarde-moi
Ma vie serait vide sans toi
Nos erreurs appartiennent au passé
Elles sont rayées, annulées, oubliées
Je t’aime tant, je t’aime tant
Les choses trop belles doivent être préservées
Si c’est cassé, nous allons réparer
Je t’aime tant, je t’aime tant
Dès que je ne suis plus là
Tu dis elle ne m’aime pas
Ouvre les yeux regarde-moi
Ma vie serait vide sans toi
Et si un jour tu doutais de moi
J’ai un gage d’amour la preuve par trois
Je t’aime tant, je t’aime tant
Avec mon sang, j’ai marqué sur mon bras
À la vie à la mort, ça n’s’efface pas
Je t’aime tant, je t’aime tant
Dès que je ne suis plus là
Tu dis elle ne m’aime pas
Ouvre les yeux, regarde-moi
Ma vie serait vide sans toi.
Je pense qu’elle a été utilisée dans un film français récent. Et surtout Dominique A l’a reprise sur Jacno Future, un album-hommage à Jacno.
Et d’ailleurs, la boucle est bouclée sur le nouvel album d’Arne Vinzon, avec Je t’aime, je t’aime
qui me fait penser je ne sais pas pourquoi a ce morceau de Jeanne Balibar. Peut-être l’intro?
Ne change rien pour que tout soit différent
Die Nacht
“To Live by Night” von Etel Adnan
For a few years I’ve been thinking about night: Thinking? I’m not sure. It’s something else and much more. It’s an investment of my being into the presence of night, in its most physical sense, and into that strange concept that includes our everyday life since we’re born.
I am a night being. As far back as I can remember, I have been intrigued by the descent of the night on my days. Literally, a curtain descends at different hours, according to seasons, but it descends. What does it bring? It brings candles and lamps, for sure, dinners and then sleep. Sleep not as an absence of wakefulness but as the beginning of a different world. And I have always loved sleeping: its intimacy, its adventurousness. After all, night is the domain of dreams, and dreams are the greatest expansions of our minds.
Night is a velvety experience. Its darkness, even at its fullness, has its own light. A light some animals know more than we do. It’s even a world where vision, when it exists, is at its greatest. It’s the stuff of interstellar space. Closest to what the universe is about.
I often think of what the human race would have been if it had lived by night. If it had slept through the blinding light of our days. Maybe, we would have been more sensitive to love. Who knows? Maybe it would be the way of some future. Who knows?
I am inviting you not to sleep tonight. To go out. Not only tonight but many nights in a row. Drive only by night. Sit by a river, the Rhine, the Elbe, the Amazon, and listen to that river … To live by night is to live by ear, and the eye will follow, and will see even more. And the ears and the eyes of your soul will discover the friendliness of a world different from the one you know, and take you into journeys that the imagination hasn’t figured out yet.
tonight when I came home from work
there he unforeseen changed in the lazy chair
and said “what’s that sorrow you bear?”
and I could tell him, he understood
he gently took my arm
he listened to my tears till dawn
I dedicate this song to you
tonight we had change of the moon
Sibylle Baier appeared out of nowhere in 2006. She recorded this song and a number of others in the 70s. Release by her son. Re-discovering it in her homeland.
Weirdly enough I discovered Egyptian Lover during the Egyptian “revolution” a few years ago. Not from there though but great wandering music.
Night after night I cry
Night after night you’re never home
Night after night I get disappointed,
cause i’m sick and tired of being alone (alone)
Night after night I go for a walk
Looking at the stars in the sky
Night after night I look in the mirror
And wonder why a lover has to cry
(Ohh)
I cry in the night
Because girl your never ever with me
I know it makes no sense to cry
But this ain’t the way my life should be
In the mornings i go to the pond
All my friends see me walking down the street
And they all know that somethings bothering me
Because my smiles so weak
(Ohh)
Every night I chase you down
Night after night you disappear
It’s hard for me to comprehend
What exactly do you fear
I don’t wanna be alone
I don’t wanna be alone
But I have no choice if I want you
You have so many friends your always on the phone
You make my life so blue
Traüme
Not trauma, dreams.
Not salmon, beef
Not German, English.
Timing reason, understanding
Like association whore
PS: the censored image above is taken from Feuchtgebiete (Wetlands), the movie adaptation of Charlotte Roche‘s debut novel.
Haven’t seen it yet. No subtitles… I might just grab a copy in English. But I love the fries…
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