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3 octobre 2010

Louis Armstrong et Elvis Presley chantent la Bible

Go down, Moses
Way down in Egypt's land
Tell old pharao
To let my people go.

(chanté par Armstrong)

Joshua fit the battle of Jericho,
Jericho, Jericho,
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho,
and the walls come tumbling down.

(chanté par Elvis)

L'Ancien Testament prend vite des couleurs...

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3 octobre 2010

Walking in Memphis

Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Handy -- won't you look down over me
Cause I got a first class ticket
But I'm as blue as a boy can be

Walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of the Beale
Walking in Memphis
Do I really feel the way I feel

Saw the ghost of Elvis
On Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through
Now security they did not see him
They just hovered 'round his tomb
But there's a pretty little thing
Waiting on the King
Down in the Jungle Room

They've got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven't got a prayer
But you got a prayer in Memphis

Now Muriel plays piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would --
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
And she said --
"Tell me are you a Christian child?"
And I said "Ma'am I am tonight"

Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain

Marc Cohn

3 octobre 2010

Wide Sargasso Sea

They say when trouble comes close ranks and so the white people did. But we were not in their ranks. The Jamaican ladies had never approved of my mother "Because she pretty like pretty self", Christophine said. She was my father's second wife, far too young for him, they thought, and worste still, a Martinic girl.

When I asked her why so few people came to see us, she told me that the road from Spanish Town to Colibri Estate, where we leaved, was very bad and that road repairing was now a thing of the past (my father, visitors, horses, feeling safe  in bed, all belonged to the past).

Another day, I heard her talking to Mr Luttrel, our neighbour and her only friend. "Of course, they have their own misfortune, still waiting for this compensation the English promised when the Emancipation Act was past. Some will wait for a long time." How could she know that Mr Luttrel would be the first who grew tired of waiting ? One calm evening, he shot his dog, swam out to sea and was gone for always. No agent came from England to look after his property, Nelson's Rest, it was called. Soon, people from Spanish Town rode up to gossip and discuss the tragedy. "Live at Nelson's Rest ? Not for love or money, an unlucky place!" The house was left empty, shutters banging in the wind. They wouldn't go near it, and no one came near us.

I got used to a solitary life but my mother still planned and hoped. Perhaps she had to hope everytime she passed a looking glass.

Jean Rhys

3 octobre 2010

... Supervielle

Grand Voyageur

Mon cœur, regarde à la fenêtre,

Mon cœur, regarde encore,

Tu verras, tu verras,

Il n’est rien,

Il n’est rien de ce qu’il paraît.

 

Tu verras, tu verras,

Les fleurs qui chantent,

Les oiseaux qui poussent,

Le soleil se faner,

Le rocher se faire mousse.

Bouge le ciel

Et rayonne la pluie,

Toi mon cœur tu vois.

 

Mon cœur, ouvre la porte,

Mon cœur, ouvre-la,

Tu iras, tu iras,

Il n’est rien qui te soit loin,

Tend juste les mains.

 

Les étoiles sous tes pieds,

Illuminent ta route,

Les arbres te montrent

Le chemin vers le ciel

Qui t’embrasse

De mille et mille gouttes.

C’est ton dos que je vois,

Le visage là-bas,

Toi mon cœur tu t’en vas.

 

Tend les yeux,

Ouvre les mains,

Ce monde s’anime,

Tu le tiens.  

 

 

Enfin mon cœur te revoilà,

Comment va le monde,

Dis, comment va-t-il ?

Applique-moi, grand voyageur,

L’emprunte gourmande du monde

Sous mes doigts.

Crazyqwill

3 octobre 2010

A peine défigurée

Adieu tristesse
Bonjour tristesse
Tu es inscrite dans les lignes du plafond
Tu es inscrite dans les yeux que j'aime

Tu n'es pas tout à fait la misère
Car les lèvres les plus pauvres te dénoncent
Par un sourire

Bonjour tristesse
Amour des corps aimables
Puissance de l'amour
Dont l'amabilité surgit
Comme un monstre sans corps
Tête désappointée
Tristesse beau visage

Eluard

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