Give me Wings

Booth and the Bad Angel, album sous-estimé réunissant Tim Booth (James) et Angelo Badalamenti (compositeur des B.O. de Lynch). On cherche encore le lien. J'ai l'ai ré-écouté plusieurs fois ces derniers jours. Des paroles assez mystiques, ici


What a journey

So hard to describe
Your harbour so small
The ocean so wide
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel
Go wherever she spins
Surrender to this wave that's rolling in

Homing fingers
Starting to dig

Raising expectations
Lifting the lid
There's a show going down
Going deeper within
I long to lose myself
Inside your skin

What a feeling under the stars
My body's rotating from Venus through Mars
There's a war going on
between my head and my heart
I wonder how they grew
So far apart

I'm so shaken, about to explode
The myth of kissing princes
is they turn into toads
There's a war going on
between the sun and the moon
Before they come to terms we'll be consumed

Oh my god, please take me now
I'm ready for ascension
If I only knew how
Give me wings give me wings
Now I'm stuck on the ground
Receive this blood and bones
I'm homeward bound

See the statue growing wings
This singer was a virgin
Until he conceived
God is love, God is love
And her lover I'll be
I long to leave the world in ecstacy

Dance with me around this fire
The dance of bad angels who'd love to fly higher
God is love, God is love
And her lover I'll be
I long to lead the world in ecstacy

Tim Booth & Angelo Badalamenti - the dance of bad angels
Booth and the Bad Angel (1996, Mercury)
www.myspace.com/jamesisnotaperson

There are a million things I’d like to do today

There are a million things I’d like to do today,
but I’ll do none of them, cuz there are a million things doing me.
There are a million things that I’d like to say,
but I’ll say none of them, cuz there are a million things said to me.

I’m A-okay, if you’ll Be-okay, and I won’t run away, if you won’t run away from me.

Can’t Stop the Journey
Can’t stop the journey now…

Cloud Cult - Million Things
Advice From The Happy Hippopotamus (Earthology, 2005)
www.myspace.com/cloudcult

J'avoue, ma perte me convient

[Bertrand Betsch @ Café de la Danse]

Il faudra bien le dire
il faudra bien en venir aux mots
à défaut d'en venir aux mains
le geste, je le retiens
le geste, ça n'est rien

J'aimerais ne pas laisser grandir le ressentiment
ne pas dévaler la pente des sentiments
si durement gravie
que mon corps s'en souvient encore par coeur
s'en souvient encore...

Il faut du temps pour oublier, se remettre à neuf
il faut du temps pour regagner de l'ignorance

J'aimerais ne pas laisser pourrir la situation
qui me fait le temps bien long
j'aimerais sortir de cette cervelle de plomb
qui ne me sert que de poids
me maintient au sol
imbécile toiture molle

Il faut du temps pour fatiguer les souvenirs
qui, groupés, reviennent médire, me railler
il faut du temps pour enfin fléchir les volontés
il faut du temps pour regagner de l'ignorance

Impatient, je guette mes absences
j'avoue ma perte me convient
j'applaudis a mes défaillances
conscience ne m'est d'aucun soutien
la vérité ne me vaut rien
je renoncerais au sens
ainsi qu'à toute science
pour un seul moment d'absence

Paupières closes je laisse dans le flou
les choses prendre de l'avance
volontiers je myoperais tout
et perdrais connaissance
pour un seul moment d'absence

Bertrand Betsch - Pour un seul moment d'absence
La soupe à la grimace (Lithium, 1997)
www.myspace.com/bertrandbetsch

Let me be released

Give your heart to a stranger
Turn your back on a friend
Walk away, unafraid of the end
Hang the day on a promise
Breaking overhead
The pieces fall, they haven't cut me yet
Dare me to watch your moon
Disappear into a trembling night
The end could feel allright

Through a window, open every door
No use holding on

Go on into, go all of you
Let me be, let me be
Released

Now you are a stranger
We'll never talk again
But you're everywhere, all we could've been
Whatever I hoped to find
The answer or the perfect lie
I let it pass me by
We share the pain, some rise again
Let me be, let me be
Released

the New Folk Implosion - Releast
s/t (Domino, 2003)
www.myspace.com/thefolkimplosion

I want total peace of mind

All I need is one true friend
I want total peace of mind
To leave the hurting world behind
I'm not scared; I swear I'm free
It may collapse the fear
That burns to bring the worst from me

Much too smart to sound uptight
Not to cheat what I deserve
Nothing hidden and nothing wasted
So far from dead, frustrated

Too smart to ask for more
This is all I've waited for
Nothing hidden and nothing wasted
Nothing past the love I've tasted

It's wrong but right: magic change
I finally hurt to live on up to this name
Not right; it never changes
When finally hurt to live on up to this thing

Sebadoh - Total Peace
III (Domino, 1991)