Les Monophonies de Polyphrène
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Les Monophonies de Polyphrène |
Philarmonics
Guess who died,Last nightIn grey stockings, In all mightIt was no lossThe only God of mineHe fell down, Just to drownIn a sea Of delightTo tameChampagneAnd creatures of the night[?]L?amour n?a pas sa place dans un décor de paillettes et de strass ; il se dissout dans le champagne, et se disperse avec les rires de la nuit.Il est mort de ses propres excès, ce dieu et tyran, séducteur et pervers, riche et lâche, jouisseur et hypocrite, beau parleur et cynique, le seigneur et maître. Ses serfs sont maintenant libres et s?étonnent d?avoir été subjugués par une illusion
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Our Lady Of Solitude
All summer long she touched meShe gathered in my soulFrom many a thorn, from many thicketsHer fingers, like a weaver'sQuick and coolAnd the light came from her bodyAnd the night went through her graceAll summer long she touched meAnd I knew her, I knew herFace to faceAnd her dress was blue and silverAnd her words were few and smallShe is the vessel of the whole wide worldMistress, oh mistress, of us all[?]« Non, je ne suis jamais seul avec ma solitude » chantait Georges Moustaki, qui célébrait, lui aussi, cette fidèle compagne dont Léonard Cohenfait une reine. De tous l
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I Came So Far For Beauty
I came so far for beautyI left so much behindMy patience and my familyMy masterpiece unsignedI thought I'd be rewardedFor such a lonely choiceAnd surely she would answerTo such a very hopeless voiceI practiced all my sainthoodI gave to one and allBut the rumours of my virtueThey moved her not at allI changed my style to silverI changed my clothes to blackAnd where I would surrenderNow I would attack [?] La beauté est une déclinaison de l?infini dans la pensée humaine. Inaccessible comme l?horizon, elle fascine et attire, mais ni la force ni la raison ne peuvent
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Just So
Black turns beamy brightTurning on the lightToday is gonna be the dayYou hear somebody sayWe need you wide awakeTiptoe over the floorWhat are you waiting for?So so and no moreThat's all to be sorry forToday is gonna be the dayYou hear somebody sayWe need you wide awakeYou hear the minutes kick and playThe order of the dayIs hollering your way[?]Ce jour tant attendu, espéré et redouté à la fois, est arrivé. Ce long moment ou ce bref instant auquel on a tant pensé sans parvenir à vraiment l?imaginer, est enfin là. Peurs et espoirs sont à leur paroxysme, mais le temps n?est plus à
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The Faith
The sea so deep and blindThe sun, the wild regretThe club, the wheel, the mind,O love, aren?t you tired yet?The club, the wheel, the mindO love, aren?t you tired yet?The blood, the soil, the faithThese words you can?t forgetYour vow, your holy placeO love, aren?t you tired yet?The blood, the soil, the faithO love, aren?t you tired yet?[?]Léonard Cohen nous présente un saisissant raccourci de l?histoire de l?humanité et de ses inventions, de la massue des premiers hommes à la roue, puis la foi, les sacrifices, les religions? Ces religions qui, les unes après les autres, v
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Here It Is
Here is your crownAnd your seal and ringsAnd here is your loveFor all things.Here is your cart,And your cardboard and pissAnd here is your loveFor all of this.May everyone live,And may everyone die.Hello, my love,And my love, Goodbye. [?]Comme dans ?La Prière?, de Francis Jammes, Léonard Cohen énumère les misères du monde : la vie sordide du clochard, la solitude de l?ivrogne, la souffrance du malade, l?angoisse de la nuit du c?ur? comme si elles concernaient Dieu lui-même (« Ce que vous faites au plus petit d?entre les miens, c?est à moi q
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St. James Infirmary
I went down to St. James InfirmaryTo see my baby there,She was lyin' on a long white table,So sweet, so cool, so fair.Went up to see the doctor,"She's very low," he said;Went back to see my babyGood God! She's lying there dead.I went down to old Joe's barroom,On the corner by the squareThey were serving the drinks as usual,And the usual crowd was there.On my left stood old Joe McKennedy,And his eyes were bloodshot redHe turned to the crowd around him,These are the words he said:Let her go, let her go, God bless herWherever she may beShe may search the wide world overAnd never find a bett
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Humbled In Love
Do you remember all of those pledgesThat we pledged in the passionate nightAh, they're soiled now, they're torn at the edgesLike moths on a still yellow lightNo penance serves to renew themNo massive transfusions of trustWhy not even revenge can undo themSo twisted these vows and so crushedAnd you say you've been humbled in loveCut down in your loveForced to kneel in the mud next to meAh but why so bitterly turn from the oneWho kneels there as deeply as thee[?]La passion n?a qu?un temps et les pulsions s?estompent.La sincérité exaltée des premiers jours ne résiste pas à l?usure.
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Brother Sparrow
Voices in the street,Footsteps on the concrete Guess I hear just every sound, On the ground From my window view, I know a color blue I can bite so very hard, The day apart Picture fresh as water clear Days have passed without you here Street lights dancing on the dark Across the park Waiting for a word from you,Waiting for a sign or two Footsteps on the city ground,You know the sound Brother Sparrow, oh oh oh oh,Come tomorrow, oh oh oh oh,To my window, oh oh oh oh,Brother Sparrow, oh oh oh oh,Come tomorrow, oh oh oh oh,To my window, oh oh oh oh.Agnes Obel chante avec une infinie délicat
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Anthem
The birds they sangAt the break of dayStart againI heard them sayDon't dwell on whatHas passed awayOr what is yet to beThe wars they willBe fought againThe holy doveBe caught againBought and soldAnd bought againThe dove is never freeChorus:Ring the bells that still can ringForget your perfect offeringThere is a crack in everythingThat's how the light gets in[?]Rien n?est jamais acquis, ni la paix, ni l?amour.Rien n?est jamais sincère, pas même la prière.Rien n?est jamais certain, ni la foi, ni le don.Haine et cupidité, mensonge et trahison resurgissent toujours et menacent l?es
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Avenue
What is wrong at the end of the dayWhat is really wrong no one dares to sayYou know you're wrong when there's only one rightBut what is wrong when right is out of sightRight rode away long agoBefore rescuing wrong from belowI might be mistaken I know we need to be somewhatFoolish, feebleminded, wrong and senselessRight rode off long ago,There's nothing more you need to knowThere's nothing more you need to showLet us disagree, Cause wrong was made for you to be[?]Bien, Mal, Vrai, Faux, Raison, Tort : ces mots s?opposent deux à deux mais se liguent pour juger et condamner.Agnes Obel j
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Lemon Tree
I'm sitting here in a boring roomIt's just another rainy Sunday afternoonI'm wasting my time, I got nothing to doI'm hanging around, I'm waiting for youBut nothing ever happens and I wonderI'm driving around in my carI'm driving too fast, I'm driving too farI'd like to change my point of viewI feel so lonely, I'm waiting for youBut nothing ever happens and I wonderI wonder how, I wonder whyYesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue skyAnd all that I can see is just a yellow lemon treeI'm turning my head up and downI'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning aroundAnd all that I can see is
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True Love Leaves No Traces
As the mist leaves no scarOn the dark green hillSo my body leaves no scarOn you and never willThrough windows in the darkThe children come, the children goLike arrows with no targetsLike shackles made of snowTrue love leaves no tracesIf you and I are oneIt's lost in our embracesLike stars against the sun [?] Comme tout poète et comme tout amant, Léonard Cohen sait chanter une ballade à l?élue de son c?ur. Il sait aussi lui offrir un bouquet de fleurs, mais l?assortiment est alors original et surprenant.Comme le crime parfait ne laisse aucun indice, le vé
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A Singer Must Die
Now the courtroom is quiet, but who will confess.Is it true you betrayed us? The answer is Yes.Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine,I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline.And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice,A singer must die for the lie in his voice.And I thank you, I thank you for doing your duty,You keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty.Your vision is right, my vision is wrong,I'm sorry for smudging the air with my song. [?] ?A Singer Must Die? est un repère majeur dans l??uvre de Léonard Cohen, au point qu?u
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Daydream
What a day for a day dream,What a day for a day dreamin' boy.And I'm lost in a day dream,Dreamin' ?bout my bundle of joy.And even if time ain't really on my side,It's one of those days for taking a walk outside.I'm blowing the day to take a walk in the sun,And fall on my face in somebody's new mowed lawn.[?] Voici une autre rêverie : non plus celle de ?Wallace Collection?, parue en 1969, mais celle du groupe ?The Lovin? Spoonful?, qui connut un succès immédiat et quasi constant de 1965 à 1968, avant de se disperser.C?est cette chanson qui inspira aux Beatles « Go
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Closing Time
Ah we're drinking and we're dancingAnd the band is really happeningAnd the Johnny Walker wisdom running highAnd my very sweet companionShe's the Angel of CompassionShe's rubbing half the world against her thighAnd every drinker every dancerLifts a happy face to thank herThe fiddler fiddles something so sublimeAll the women tear their blouses offAnd the men they dance on the polka-dotsAnd it's partner found, it's partner lostAnd it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:It's closing timeYeah the women tear their blouses offAnd the men they dance on the polka-dotsAnd it's partner found, it's partn
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Different Sides
We find ourselves on different sidesOf a line nobody drewThough it all may be one in the higher eyeDown here where we live it is twoI to my side call the meek and the mildYou to your side call the WordBy virtue of suffering, I claim to have wonYou claim to have never been heardBoth of us say there are laws to obeyBut, frankly, I don?t like your toneYou want to change the way I make loveI want to leave it aloneThe pull of the moon, the thrust of the sunThus the ocean is crossedThe waters are blessed while a shadowy guestKindles a light for the lost[?]Etonnante, cette dixième et dernière c
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Brown's Ferry Blues
Hard luck poppa counting his toesYou can smell his feet wherever he goesLord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry BluesHard luck poppa don't do his stiffTrouble with him he's been too roughLord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry BluesTwo old maids a-sitting in the sandEach one wishing that the other was a manLord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry BluesTwo old maids done lost their styleIf you want to be lucky, you got to smileLord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry BluesEarly to bed and early to riseAnd your girl goes out with other guysLord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry BluesIf you don't believe me, try it y
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Rum and Coca-Cola
Since the Yankee came to TrinidadThey have the young girls going madThe young girls say they treat them wellAnd they give them a better priceChorus:They buy rum and coca-colaGo down Point CumanaBoth mother and daughterWorking for the Yankee dollarI had a little mopsy the other dayHer mother came and took her awayThen her mother and her sistersWent in a car with some soldiersChorusThere are some aristos in Port of SpainI known them well but I won?t call namesIn the day ther would?nt give you a rightBut you can see them with the foreigners late at nightChorusA couple get married one af
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All You Need Is Love
Love, Love, Love.Love, Love, Love.Love, Love, Love.There's nothing you can do that can't be done.Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.It's easy.Nothing you can make that can't be made.No one you can save that can't be saved.Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.It's easy.All you need is love.All you need is love.All you need is love, love.Love is all you need. [?] Une chanson en apparence toute simple, une chansonnette, en somme : quelques mots, répétés encore et encore, quelque
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