Presque ça

  
It's a chilly English winter,
And solitude is never easy to maintain,
Except when it rains
So I hang an empty smile beneath my empty eyes,
And go out for a walk
The wet morning sun reflects off the paving-stones,
While a little dog barks its head off,
In the distance
CHORUS (x2)
Oh, what a perfect day,
To think about my silly world
My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
What is there to fear from such a regular world?
 

Passing by a cemetery,
I think of all the little hopes and dreams,
That lie lifeless and unfulfilled beneath the soil
I see an old man fingering his perishing flesh
He tells himself he was a good man and did good things
Amused and confused by life's little ironies,
He swallows his bottle of distilled damnation
 


People turn around with unseeing eyes
They're looking for something that doesn't exist
The world you once knew is being eaten up by rust
No-one has time for the past, but still, in God they trust
The future is now, but it's all going wrong
Bodies good for nothing, but it's to nothing they belong
People say their prayers and some work hard
If you give them all your money, they'll give you their hearts
This town ain't going like a ghost town
It's getting like hell
Chorus (x5)


J'aime beaucoup le marimba "down-beat" sur cette chanson.
En arrière et en même temps dessus, lui conférant une légèreté
et un humour irrésistibles qui traversent le temps malgré la gravité
du propos évoqué par les mots de Matt Johnson.

Un après-midi de novembre dont je me souviendrai.
Fébrile, nerveux, riche, généreux, assuré, à l'aise.
Mon tempérament (nerveux) m'a servi et nui
en même temps à tour de rôle, lors de cette première.
Une partie du plaisir est passée, l'autre est à venir.
Impossible de me tirer les vers du nez.
Il restera joyeusement congestionné
par une journée marquante et un futur labeur.

It was a new day yesterday, 
but it's an ooooooold day now. 
(Jethro Tull)

Une autre partie commence, maintenant.
 :-)