Led Zeppelin. La trame sonore des étés de ma jeunesse. Quand on était ado dans les années 1970 et qu’on passait les étés à rien faire. À chiller ou à véger, comme on dirait aujourd’hui. Pas de camp de jour. Pas d’activités planifiées pendant trois semaines de vacances avec papa maman ou en famille reconstituée. Réinventer la vie et refaire le monde chaque jour, sans plan ni idées préconçues.
Kashmir. Un goût de soleil, de chlore de piscine et d’été interminable. Un goût d’interdit et de découverte aussi. Un goût d’éternité et d’invicibilité surtout. Kashmir, c’était avant que la mort existe pour vrai. Quand elle n’existait qu’à la télévision. Quand on avait toute la vie devant soi et qu’on ne serait jamais vieux.
All is Full of Love
You’ll be given love
You’ll be taken care of
You’ll be given love
You have to trust it
Maybe not from the sources
You have poured yours
Maybe not from the directions
You are staring at
Twist your head around
It’s all around you
All is full of love
All around you
All is full of love
You just ain’t receiving
All is full of love
Your phone is off the hook
All is full of love
Your doors are all shut
All is full of love!
All is full of love
All is full of love
All is full of love
All is full of love
All is full of love
Hallelujah
I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who has seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a very lonely Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
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