Kashmir (Led Zeppelin)

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.

Enjoy!, comme disent les anglos.

Treize minutes dans la vie d’une émission radiophonique – édito poétique d’Yvon d’Anjou (12 juin 2014)

There’s no glory in dying, anyone can do it.
— John Lydon (alias Johnny Rotten)

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All is Full of Love (Bjork)

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

— Bjork

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Precious Things (Tori Amos)

Precious Things
So I ran faster
But you caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold over me

He said you’re really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that
Sick, holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me come
That doesn’t make you Jesus

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold over me

I remember
Yes in my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of every nice girl

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away

— Tori Amos

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Sky Blue (Peter Gabriel avec la participation de The Blind Boys of Alabama)

Sky Blue
Lost my time lost my place in sky blue
Those two blue eyes light your face in sky blue
I know how to fly, I know how to drown in sky blue

Warm wind blowing over the earth
Sky blue
I sing through the land, the land sings through me
Sky blue
Reaching into the deepest shade of
Sky blue

Sky blue
So tired of all this travelling
So many miles away from home
I keep moving to be stable
Free to wander, free to roam

Train pulled out said my goodbyes
Sky blue
Back on the road alone with the sky
Sky blue
There’s a presence here no one denies
Sky blue

Sky blue

Sky blue
So tired of all this travelling
So many miles away from home
I keep moving to be stable
Free to wander, free to roam

I can hear the same voice calling
Crying out, from my heart
And that cry, what a cry
What a cry, it’s going to be
If i can stop to let it out, oh

— Peter Gabriel

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Hallelujah (Leonard Cohen)

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

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah

— Leonard Cohen