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Bound
Je suis allé au marché aux oiseaux
Et j’ai acheté des oiseaux
Pour toi
Mon amour
Je suis allé au marché aux fleurs
Et j’ai acheté des fleurs
Pour toi
Mon amour
Je suis allé au marché à la ferraille
Et j’ai acheté des chaînes
De lourdes chaînes
Pour toi
Mon amour
Et je suis allé au marché aux esclaves
Et je t’ai cherchée
Mais je ne t’ai pas trouvée
Mon amour
Tell her I’ll be waiting
In the usual place
With the tired and weary
There’s no escape
To need a woman
You’ve got to know
How the strong get weak
And the rich get poor
You’re running with me
Don’t touch the ground
We’re the restless hearted
Not the chained and bound
The sky is burning
A sea of flame
Though your world is changing
I will be the same
Slave to love
And I can’t escape
I’m a slave to love
Can you help me?
The storm is breaking
Or so it seems
We’re too young to reason
Too grown up to dream
And the spring is turning
Your face to mine
I can hear your laughter
I can see your smile
Slave to love
And I can’t escape
I’m a slave to love
Chains, my baby’s got me locked up in chains.
And they ain’t the kind that you can see.
Whoa, oh, these chains of love got a hold on me, yeah.
Chains, well I can’t break away from these chains.
Can’t run around, ’cause I’m not free.
Whoa, oh, these chains of love won’t let me be, yeah.
I wanna tell you, pretty baby,
I think you’re fine.
I’d like to love you,
But, darlin’, I’m imprisoned by these
Chains, my baby’s got me locked up in chains,
And they ain’t the kind that you can see,
Oh, oh, these chains of love got a hold on me.
Please believe me when I tell you,
Your lips are sweet.
I’d like to kiss them,
But I can’t break away from all of these
Chains, my baby’s got me locked up in chains.
And they ain’t the kind that you can see.
Whoa, oh, these chains of love got a hold on me, yeah.
Chains, chains of love
Cette chanson a également été reprise par les Beatles.
Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais tout ça me fait penser à la légende de Merlin l’enchanteur et de Viviane (La Dame du Lac). Commes toutes les légendes, il y a plusieurs déclinaisons mais en gros il l’aimait tellement qu’il lui a appris le sort qu’il savait qu’elle allait jeter sur lui pour qu’il devienne son “éternel amant”…
My body is a cage
That keeps me from dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key
My body is a cage
That keeps me from dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key
I’m standing on the stage
Of fear and self-doubt
It’s a hollow play
But they’ll clap anyway
I’m living in an age
That calls darkness light
Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head
I’m living in an age
Whose name I don’t know
Though the fear keeps me moving
Still my heart beats so slow
My body is a cage
We take what we’re given
Just because you’ve forgotten
Doesn’t mean you’re forgiven
I’m living in an age
Still turning in the night
But when I get to the doorway
There’s no one in sight
I’m living in an age
They’re laughing, I’m dancing
With the one I love
But my mind holds the key
Still next to me
My mind holds the key
Set my spirit free
Written by audiogrammes
January 14, 2012 at 14:23
Posted in Call and response
Tagged with Arcade Fire, Bryan Ferry, Jacques Prévert, The Beatles, The Cookies