La fille sans visage

Il se souvient d'elle, il la revoit dans un couloir du lycée Paul-Langevin, dans un temps englouti, dans un couloir où il n'ira jamais plus, portant sa robe chasuble, portant jour après jour cette même robe à pans se souvient-il, Marie-Thérèse Lyoc, la fille sans visage qu'on traîne dans sa classe pendant plusieurs années, avec qui on finit par marcher dans une rue ou prendre un bus. Un soir elle se retrouve au café avec vous parce qu'Alice Canella qui l'a prise en esclavage dit, vous faites une place pour Marie-Thérèse, alors on fait une place pour Marie-Thérèse qui n'a aucune existence, qui n'est ni brune ni blonde, ni rien.

Yasmina Reza - Hommes qui ne savent pas être aimés (2003)

I got your back

Plaisir de retrouver Conor Oberst, sans doute mésestimé pour le côté émo de son folk rock, bien que musicalement proche d'Okkervil River à pareille époque.

On pourra conseiller d'écouter "I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning" (2005), "Fevers and Mirrors" (2000) et le classique "Lifted or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground" (2002). Outre le morceau épique qui clôture l'album ("Let's Not Shit Ourselves"), s'y trouve également l'imparable, bienveillant et désarmant "Bowl of Oranges".

The rain, it started tapping

On the window near my bed

There was a loophole in my dreaming

So I got out of it

And to my surprise my eyes were wide

And already open

Just my nightstand and my dresser

Where those nightmares had just been

So I dressed myself and left then

Out into the gray streets

But everything seemed different

And completely new to me

The sky, the trees, houses, buildings

Even my own body

And each person I encountered

I couldn't wait to meet

And I came upon a doctor

Who appeared in quite poor health

I said, "There's nothing I can do for you

You can't do for yourself"

He said, "Oh yes you can, just hold my hand

I think that that would help"

So I sat with him a while

Then I asked him how he felt

He said, "I think I'm cured

In fact, I'm sure of it

Thank you, stranger

For your therapeutic smile"

So that's how I learned the lesson

That everyone's alone

And your eyes must do some raining

If you're ever going to grow

But when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself

It's best to compose a poem

An honest verse of longing

Or a simple song of hope

That is why I'm singing, baby don't worry

'Cause now I got your back

And every time you feel like crying

I'm gonna try and make you laugh

And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad

Then we'll wait for it to pass

And I will keep you company

Through those days so long and black

And we'll keep working on the problem

We know we'll never solve

Of love's uneven remainders

Our lives are fractions of a whole

But if the world could remain within a frame

Like a painting on a wall

Then I think we'd see the beauty

Then we'd stand staring in awe

At our still lives posed

Like a bowl of oranges

Like a story told

By the fault lines and the soil

Bright Eyes - Bowl of Oranges

Lifted or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground (2002)