Kashmir (Led Zeppelin)

Led Zeppelin. La trame sonore des étés de ma jeunesse. Quand on était ado dans les années 1970 et qu’on passait les étés à rien faire. À chiller ou à véger, comme on dirait aujourd’hui. Pas de camp de jour. Pas d’activités planifiées pendant trois semaines de vacances avec papa maman ou en famille reconstituée. Réinventer la vie et refaire le monde chaque jour, sans plan ni idées préconçues.

Kashmir. Un goût de soleil, de chlore de piscine et d’été interminable. Un goût d’interdit et de découverte aussi. Un goût d’éternité et d’invicibilité surtout. Kashmir, c’était avant que la mort existe pour vrai. Quand elle n’existait qu’à la télévision. Quand on avait toute la vie devant soi et qu’on ne serait jamais vieux.

Enjoy!, comme disent les anglos.

Tout nue avec toi (Mara Tremblay)

Tout nue avec toi
Laisse-moi me perdre dans tes bras
J’veux me r’trouvertout nue avec toi
Est-ce que dans ta tête tu penses tout bas
Que t’aimerais être tout nu avec moi

Serre-moi très fort
Prends-moi encore, prends-moi
Dedans tes bras
Dedans tes bras

Dans mon oreille, tombent tes mots
C’est pus pareil, tu rentres dans ma peau
Quand j’pense à nous tout devient très beau
Comme la fois où on est montés là-haut

Serre-moi très fort
Prends-moi encore, prends-moi
Dedans tes bras
Dedans tes bras

On existe seulement quand je dors
Dans mes rêves, tu m’prends encore plus fort
Pardonne-moi si les rares fois qu’j’te vois
J’pense yenq’ à être tout nue avec toi

Serre-moi très fort
Prends-moi encore, prends-moi
Serre-moi très fort
Prends-moi encore, prends-moi
Dedans tes bras
Dedans tes bras
Dedans tes bras

— Mara Tremblay

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The Sound of Silence (Paul Simon)

The Sound of Silence

The Sound of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

« Fools », said I, « You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you »
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, « The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls »
And whispered in the sounds of silence

– Paul Simon, 1964.

Fragile (Sting)

Fragile

Fragile
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow’s rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime’s argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are
How fragile we are, how fragile we are

Sting (1987)

Awaken à Montreux 2003 (Yes)

Yes - Going for the One

Awaken
High vibration go on
To the sun
Oh, let my heart dreaming
Past a mortal as me
Where can I be?

Wish the sun to stand still
Reaching out to touch our all being
Past all mortal as we
Here we can be
(He can be here)
(Be here now)
Here we can be

Suns | High | Streams | Through
Awaken gentle mass touch
(Gentle mass touch)
Awaken gentle mass touch
(Gentle mass touch)

Strong | Dreams | Reign | Here
Awaken gentle mass touch
(Gentle mass touch)
Awaken gentle mass touch
(Gentle mass touch)
Awaken gentle mass touch

(Star | Song)

Star | Song | Age | Less
Awaken gentle mass touching
(Gentle mass touch)
Awaken gentle mass touching
(Gentle mass touch)
Awaken gentle mass touching
Touching…
Touching…
Touching…

Workings of man
Set to ply out historical life
Reregaining the flower of the fruit of his tree
All awakening
All restoring you

Workings of man
Crying out from the fire set aflame
By his blindness to see
That the warmth of his being
Is promised for his seeing
His reaching so clearly

Workings of man
Driven far from the path
Rereleased in inhibitions
So that all is left for you
All is left for you
All is left for you
All is left for you NOW…

Master of images
Songs cast a light on you
Hark thru dark ties
That tunnel us out of sane existence
In challenge as direct
As eyes see young stars assemble

Master of light
All pure chance
As exists cross divided
In all encircling mode
Oh closely guided plan
Awaken in our heart

Master of soul
Set to touch
All impenetrable youth
Ask away
That thought be contact
With all that’s clear
Be honest with yourself
There’s no doubt
No doubt

Master of time
Setting sail
Over all our lands
And as we look
Forever closer
Shall we now bid
Farewell farewell…

High vibration go on
To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
Past a mortal as me
Where can I be

Wish the sun to stand still
Reaching out to touch our own being
Past all mortal as we
Here we can be

Like the time I ran away
Turned around and you were standing close to me
Like the time I ran away
Turned around and you were standing close to me

Paroles et musique : Steve Howe et Jon Anderson

L’obscure beauté de Van der Graaf Generator

Van Der Graaf Generator

Darkness
Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity.
Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder
I trace its patterns in me.
Tomorrow’s tomorrow is birth again.
Boats burn the bridge in the fens;
the time of the past returns to my life
and uses it.

Don’t blame me for the letters that may form in the sand;
don’t look in my eyes, you may see all the numbers
that stretch in my sky and colour my hand.
Don’t say that I’m wrong in imagining
that the voice of my life cannot sing.
Fate enters and talks in old words:
they amuse it.

Hands shine darkly and white;
only in dark do they appear.
Bless the baby born today,
flying in pitch, flying on fear.

They shine in my eyes and touch my face
where I have seen them placed before;
don’t blame me, please, for the fate that falls:
I did not choose it.
I did not, no, no, I did not,
I truly did not choose it.

Paroles et musique : Peter Hammill