Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Damien Jurado - Working Titles


You could mess up my life in a poem
Have me divorced by the time of the chorus
There's no need to change any sentence
When you always decide where I go next

Many nights you would hide from the audience
When they were not in tune with your progress
In the end you're a fool like the journalist
Who turns what you sing into business

You could use to be more like a hero
A darker shade of damage distortion
Wearing death like a cape or a costume
Cut your ties and leave town when you want to

Killing time 'til I pass through the chamber
Or the room you keep my replacement
So fed up, still you're starving on paper
You're no him, but he's you, only better

Leave me an exit to damage
I could use a ledge to jump off of
I wasn't lying when I said this was over
I have questions that lead to more questions

Running time that will cut off my fingers
You wrote about me on every new record
And I'll show up in a title of your song
I only hope somebody requests it

What's it like for you in Washington
I've only seen photos of Washington
I'll never know

Leave me Manhattan, I want the evergreens
Write me a song I can sing in my sleep
As sure as the rain that will fall where you stand
I want you and the skyline
These are my demands

What's it like for you in Washington
I've only seen photos of Washington
I'll never know, know

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Townes Van Zandt - None but the rain


We had our day but now it's over
We had our song but now it's sung
We had our stroll through summers clover
But summer's gone now, our walkin's done

So tell me gently who be your lover
Who be your lover after I'm gone
Will it be the moon that hears your sighin'
Will it be the willow that hears your lonesome song

Will it be the rain that clings to your bosom
Will it be the sunshine that dries your golden hair
Will it be the wind that warns of my returning
Will a rose be in your arms when I find you waitin' there

None but the rain should cling to my bosom
None but the moon should hear my lonesome sigh
None but the wind should warn of your returning
Will it be the wind that warns of my returning
Will a rose be in your arms when I find you waitin' there

None but the rain should cling to my bosom
None but the moon should hear my lonesome sigh
None but the wind should warn of your returning
Fare thee well, my love, good-bye

Monday, October 20, 2014

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Edgar Alan Poe - La Chute de la Maison Usher


Petite nouvelle imprégnée d'une ambiance sombre. Un peu surannée dans le style et les événements s'enchaînent rapidement pour arriver au final qui fait encore son effet. Bref lecture rapide et agréable, il aurait juste fallu écouter Alan Parson's Project en même temps

Monday, October 13, 2014

Townes Van Zandt - Rake


I used to wake and run with the moon
I lived like a rake and a young man
I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds
my laughter the devil would frighten
The sun would come up and beat me back down
but every cruel day had its nightfall
I'd welcome the stars with wine and guitars
full of fire and forgetful

My body was sharp, the dark air clean
and outrage my joyful companion
whisperin' women how sweet they did seem
kneelin' for me to command them
And time was like water, but I was the sea
And I'd never noticed it passin'
except for the turnin' of night into day
and the turnin' of day into cursin'

You look at me now, and don't think I don't know
what all of your eyes are a sayin'
Does he want us to believe these ravings and lies
they're just tricks that his brains been a playin'?
A lover of women he can't hardly stand,
he trembles, he's bent and he's broken
I've fallen, it's true, but I say unto you
hold your tongues until after I've spoken

I was takin' my pride in the pleasures I'd known
I laughed and thought I'd be forgiven
but my laughter turned 'round, eyes blazing and
said "my friend, we're holdin' a wedding"
I buried my face but it spoke once again
It's the night to the day that we're a bindin'
and now the dark air is like fire on my skin
and even the moonlight is blinding

Thursday, October 9, 2014

R.J. Ellory - Vendetta

Un début de livre prenant et très prometteur où l'enquête est le personnage principal. On passe d'une personne à l'autre on ne se focalise que sur le cadavre, la violence du meurtre, les indices. Ensuite le livre deviant plus classique avec une histoire sur la mafia qui est certes intéressante et tiens en haleine mais qui peine à surprendre. Malgré tout une bonne lecture mais qui ne garde pas le côté sombre des premières pages (qui faisaient vraiment penser à du James Ellroy ). Un peu convenu sur la fin mais on apprécie le côté humain de personnages que l'on voudrait inhumains.

"Un jour, il se réveillerait et il découvrirait qu'il aurait beau se frotter les yeux et s'asperger le visage d'eau froide, le monde lui apparaîtrait comme à travers un film gris. Les couleurs seraient plus ternes, moins lumineuses; chaque son le mettrait sur le qui-vive; rencontrer des gens deviendrait un jeu de devinettes quant à leurs motifs et leurs intentions, et il devrait se demander s'il était prêt à risquer sa vie..."
"Le plus triste dans sa mort était sa vie"