martes, 30 de abril de 2013

The night comes


I went down to the place
Where I knew she lay waiting
Under the marble and the snow
I said, Mother I'm frightened
The thunder and the lightning
I'll never come through this alone
She said, I'll be with you
My shawl wrapped around you
My hand on your head when you go
And the night came on
It was very calm
I wanted the night to go on and on
But she said, Go back to the World
We were fighting in Egypt
When they signed this agreement
That nobody else had to die
There was this terrible sound
And my father went down
With a terrible wound in his side
He said, Try to go on
Take my books, take my gun
Remember, my son, how they lied
And the night comes on
It's very calm
I'd like to pretend that my father was wrong
But you don't want to lie, not to the young

We were locked in this kitchen
I took to religion
And I wondered how long she would stay
I needed so much
To have nothing to touch
I've always been greedy that way
But my son and my daughter
Climbed out of the water
Crying, Papa, you promised to play
And they lead me away
To the great surprise
It's Papa, don't peek, Papa, cover your eyes
And they hide, they hide in the World

Now I look for her always
I'm lost in this calling
I'm tied to the threads of some prayer
Saying, When will she summon me
When will she come to me
What must I do to prepare
When she bends to my longing
Like a willow, like a fountain
She stands in the luminous air
And the night comes on
And it's very calm
I lie in her arms and says, When I'm gone
I'll be yours, yours for a song

Now the crickets are singing
The vesper bells ringing
The cat's curled asleep in his chair
I'll go down to Bill's Bar
I can make it that far
And I'll see if my friends are still there
Yes, and here's to the few
Who forgive what you do
And the fewer who don't even care
And the night comes on
It's very calm
I want to cross over, I want to go home
But she says, Go back, go back to the World

lunes, 29 de abril de 2013

If It will be your will


If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing


If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well


And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will


If it be your will


domingo, 28 de abril de 2013

Hallelujah


It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender,
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much
not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger

And then leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger.

But now another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams
as though they were the burden of some other
O you've seen that man before
his golden arm dispatching cards
but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.

Ah you hate to see another tired man
lay down his hand
like he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleep
you notice there's a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder.
It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder.

You tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
The door is open you can't close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.

Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
I think it's time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this
or any other matter
When he talks like this
you don't know what he's after
When he speaks like this,
you don't know what he's after.

Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ...

And leaning on your window sill ...

I told you when I came I was a stranger.

sábado, 27 de abril de 2013

The stranger


It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender,
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much
not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger

And then leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger.

But now another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams
as though they were the burden of some other
O you've seen that man before
his golden arm dispatching cards
but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.

Ah you hate to see another tired man
lay down his hand
like he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleep
you notice there's a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder.
It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder.

You tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
The door is open you can't close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.

Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
I think it's time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this
or any other matter
When he talks like this
you don't know what he's after
When he speaks like this,
you don't know what he's after.

Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ...

And leaning on your window sill ...

I told you when I came I was a stranger.

viernes, 26 de abril de 2013

Take this longing


Many men have loved the bells
you fastened to the rein,
and everyone who wanted you
they found what they will always want again.
Your beauty lost to you yourself
just as it was lost to them.
Oh take this longing from my tongue,
whatever useless things these hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down
like you would do for one you love.

Your body like a searchlight
my poverty revealed,
I would like to try your charity
until you cry, "Now you must try my greed."
And everything depends upon
how near you sleep to me

Just take this longing from my tongue
all the lonely things my hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down
like you would do for one you love.

Hungry as an archway
through which the troops have passed,
I stand in ruins behind you,
with your winter clothes, your broken sandal straps.
I love to see you naked over there
especially from the back.

Oh take this longing from my tongue,
all the useless things my hands have done,
untie for me your hired blue gown,
like you would do for one that you love.

You're faithful to the better man,
I'm afraid that he left.
So let me judge your love affair
in this very room where I have sentenced
mine to death.
I'll even wear these old laurel leaves
that he's shaken from his head.

Just take this longing from my tongue,
all the useless things my hands have done,
let me see your beauty broken down,
like you would do for one you love.

Like you would do for one you love.

jueves, 25 de abril de 2013

Who by Fire


And who by fire, who by water,
who in the sunshine, who in the night time,
who by high ordeal, who by common trial,
who in your merry merry month of may,
who by very slow decay,
and who shall I say is calling?
And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate,
who in these realms of love, who by something blunt,
and who by avalanche, who by powder,
who for his greed, who for his hunger,
and who shall I say is calling?

And who by brave assent, who by accident,
who in solitude, who in this mirror,
who by his lady's command, who by his own hand,
who in mortal chains, who in power,
and who shall I say is calling?

miércoles, 24 de abril de 2013

Chelsea Hotel #2


I remember you
well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.


I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."


And then you got away, didn't you babe...


I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.

martes, 23 de abril de 2013

Last Year's Man


The rain falls down on last year's man,
that's a jew's harp on the table,
that's a crayon in his hand.
And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled
far past the stems of thumbtacks
that still throw shadows on the wood.
And the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.
I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark
oh one by one she had to tell them
that her name was Joan of Arc.
I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while;
I want to thank you, Joan of Arc,
for treating me so well.
And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight;
all these wounded boys you lie beside,
goodnight, my friends, goodnight.

I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived;
Bethlehem the bridegroom,
Babylon the bride.
Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me,
and Bethlehem inflamed us both
like the shy one at some orgy.
And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil
that I had to draw aside to see
the serpent eat its tail.

Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain
so I hang upon my altar
and I hoist my axe again.
And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began
when Jesus was the honeymoon
and Cain was just the man.
And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin
that the wilderness is gathering
all its children back again.

The rain falls down on last year's man,
an hour has gone by
and he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen if he only gives the word;
the lovers will rise up
and the mountains touch the ground.
But the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.

lunes, 22 de abril de 2013

Famous Blue Raincoat



It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake --

She sends her regards.

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear --

Sincerely, L. Cohen

domingo, 21 de abril de 2013

Hey, that's not the way to say goodbye


I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

sábado, 20 de abril de 2013

The Partisan



When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
this I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.
I have changed my name so often,
I've lost my wife and children
but I have many friends,
and some of them are with me.

An old woman gave us shelter,
kept us hidden in the garret,
then the soldiers came;
she died without a whisper.

There were three of us this morning
I'm the only one this evening
but I must go on;
the frontiers are my prison.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from the shadows.

Les Allemands étaient chez moi, [The Germans were at my home]
ils me dirent, resigne-toi, [they told me to surrender]
mais je n'ai pas pu; [but I could not do]
j'ai repris mon arme. [I have retaken my weapon.]

J'ai changé cent fois de nom, [I have changed names a hundred times]
j'ai perdu femme et enfants [I have lost wife and children]
mais j'ai tant d'amis; [but I have so many friends]
j'ai la France entière. [I have entire France]

Un vieil homme dans un grenier [An old man in an attic]
pour la nuit nous a caché, [kept us hidden for the night]
les Allemands l'ont pris; [the Germans took him]
il est mort sans supplice. [he died without agony.]

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from the shadows.

viernes, 19 de abril de 2013

Lady Midnight




I came by myself to a very crowded place;
I was looking for someone who had lines in her face.
I found her there but she was past all concern;
I asked her to hold me, I said, "Lady, unfold me,"
but she scorned me and she told me
I was dead and I could never return.
Well, I argued all night like so many have before,
saying, "Whatever you give me, I seem to need so much more."
Then she pointed at me where I kneeled on her floor,
she said, "Don't try to use me or slyly refuse me,
just win me or lose me,
it is this that the darkness is for."

I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old,
the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold."
"If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
So I walked through the morning, sweet early morning,
I could hear my lady calling,
"You've won me, you've won me, my lord,
you've won me, you've won me, my lord,
yes, you've won me, you've won me, my lord,
ah, you've won me, you've won me, my lord,
ah, you've won me, you've won me, my lord."

jueves, 18 de abril de 2013

Bird on the wire


Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"

Oh like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.

miércoles, 17 de abril de 2013

So long Marianne



Come over to the window, my little darling,
I'd like to try to read your palm.
I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy
before I let you take me home.
Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Well you know that I love to live with you,
but you make me forget so very much.
I forget to pray for the angels
and then the angels forget to pray for us.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

We met when we were almost young
deep in the green lilac park.
You held on to me like I was a crucifix,
as we went kneeling through the dark.

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

Your letters they all say that you're beside me now.
Then why do I feel alone?
I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
is fastening my ankle to a stone.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

For now I need your hidden love.
I'm cold as a new razor blade.
You left when I told you I was curious,
I never said that I was brave.

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

Oh, you are really such a pretty one.
I see you've gone and changed your name again.
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside,
to wash my eyelids in the rain!

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

martes, 16 de abril de 2013

Sisters of Mercy




Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been travelling so long.
Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned:
When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.


Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.


When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon.
Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right,
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.


lunes, 15 de abril de 2013

Votre fille a vingt ans



Votre fille a vingt ans, que le temps passe vite
Madame, hier encore elle était si petite
Et ses premiers tourments sont vos premières rides
Madame, et vos premiers soucis

Chacun de ses vingt ans pour vous a compté double
Vous connaissiez déjà tout ce qu'elle découvre
Vous avez oublié les choses qui la troublent
Madame, et vous troublaient aussi

On la trouvait jolie et voici qu'elle est belle
Pour un individu presque aussi jeune qu'elle
Un garçon qui ressemble à celui pour lequel
Madame, vous aviez embelli

Ils se font un jardin d'un coin de mauvaise herbe
Nouant la fleur de l'âge en un bouquet superbe
Il y a bien longtemps qu'on vous a mise en gerbes
Madame, le printemps vous oublie

Chaque nuit qui vous semble à chaque nuit semblable
Pendant que vous rêvez vos rêves raisonnables
De plaisir et d'amour ils se rendent coupables
Madame, au creux du même lit

Mais coupables jamais n'ont eu tant d'innocence
Aussi peu de regrets et tant d'insouciance
Qu'ils ne demandent même pas votre indulgence
Madame, pour leurs tendres délits

Jusqu'au jour où peut-être à la première larme
A la première peine d'amour et de femme
Il ne tiendra qu'à vous de sourire Madame
Madame, pour qu'elle vous sourie...

domingo, 14 de abril de 2013

Ma liberté





Ma liberté
Longtemps je t'ai gardée
Comme une perle rare
Ma liberté
C'est toi qui m'a aidé
A larguer les amarres
Pour aller n'importe où
Pour aller jusqu'au bout
Des chemins de fortune
Pour cueillir en rêvant
Une rose des vents
Sur un rayon de lune

Ma liberté
Devant tes volontés
Mon âme était soumise
Ma liberté
Je t'avais tout donné
Ma dernière chemise
Et combien j'ai souffert
Pour pouvoir satisfaire
Toutes tes exigences
J'ai changé de pays
J'ai perdu mes amis
Pour gagner ta confiance





Ma liberté
Tu as su désarmer
Toutes Mes habitudes
Ma liberté
Toi qui m'a fait aimer
Même la solitude
Toi qui m'as fait sourire
Quand je voyais finir
Une belle aventure
Toi qui m'as protégé
Quand j'allais me cacher
Pour soigner mes blessures

Ma liberté
Pourtant je t'ai quittée
Une nuit de décembre
J'ai déserté


sábado, 13 de abril de 2013

Et pourtant dans le monde



Que tout ça ne sers à rien que ce n’est pas encore pour demain
Et pourtant dans le monde d’autre voix me répondent
Et pourtant dans le monde

Tu me diras que j’ai tort de rêver en croyant vivre la réalité
Qu’il faut rester les yeux ouverts et regarder tout ce qui va de travers
Et pourtant dans le monde d’autre voix me répondent
Et pourtant dans le monde

Tu me diras que j’ai tort de crier et de clamer mes quatre vérités
Qui vaut mieux se taire ou mentir surtout savoir garder le sourire
Et pourtant dans le monde d’autre voix me répondent
Et pourtant dans le monde

Tu me diras que j’ai tort de parler de l’amour comme s’il existait
Qu’il ne s’agit que d’un mirage d’une illusion qui n'est plus de mon âge
Et pourtant dans le monde d’autre voix me réponde
Et pourtant dans le monde

Tu me diras que j’ai tort ou raison ça ne me fera pas changer de chanson
Je te la donne comme elle est tu pourras en faire ce qui te plaît
Et pourtant dans le monde d’autre voix me répondent
Et pourtant dans le monde...

viernes, 12 de abril de 2013

Sarah


La femme qui est dans mon lit
N'a plus 20 ans depuis longtemps
Les yeux cernés
Par les années
Par les amours
Au jour le jour
La bouche usée
Par les baisers
Trop souvent, mais
Trop mal donnés
Le teint blafard
Malgré le fard
Plus pâle qu'une
Tâche de lune

La femme qui est dans mon lit
N'a plus 20 ans depuis longtemps
Les seins si lourds
De trop d'amour
Ne portent pas
Le nom d'appas
Le corps lassé
Trop caressé
Trop souvent, mais
Trop mal aimé
Le dos vouté
Semble porter
Des souvenirs
Qu'elle a dû fuir

La femme qui est dans mon lit
N'a plus 20 ans depuis longtemps
Ne riez pas
N'y touchez pas
Gardez vos larmes
Et vos sarcasmes
Lorsque la nuit
Nous réunit
Son corps, ses mains
S'offrent aux miens
Et c'est son coeur
Couvert de pleurs
Et de blessures
Qui me rassure



jueves, 11 de abril de 2013

Joseph


Voilà c'que c'est, mon vieux Joseph Que d'avoir pris la plus jolie Parmi les filles de Galilée, Celle qu'on appelait Marie. Tu aurais pu, mon vieux Joseph, Prendre Sarah ou Déborah Et rien ne serait arrivé, Mais tu as préféré Marie. Tu aurais pu, mon vieux Joseph, Rester chez toi, tailler ton bois Plutôt que d'aller t'exiler Et te cacher avec Marie. Tu aurais pu, mon vieux Joseph, Faire des petits avec Marie Et leur apprendre ton métier Comme ton père te l'avait appris. Pourquoi a-t-il fallu, Joseph, Que ton enfant, cet innocent, Ait eu ces étranges idées Qui ont tant fait pleurer Marie ? Parfois je pense à toi, Joseph, Mon pauvre ami, lorsque l'on rit De toi qui n'avais demandé Qu'à vivre heureux avec Marie

miércoles, 10 de abril de 2013

Un jour tu es parti


Un jour tu es parti sous terre ou dans le ciel
Pour goûter au repos que l'on dit éternel
Rejoindre les copains qui t'avaient précédé
Et courtiser les muses de l'autre côté.
Et nous sommes restés gros Jean comme devant
Nous tous qui nous sentions pareils à des enfants.
Qui auraient grandi à l'ombre de ta moustache
Tu nous avais appris à crier : « mort aux vaches ! »
Sur un air de guitare et sans mâcher les mots,
Et surtout à être bons pour les animaux.
Au refrain
Au bord de notre mer Méditerrannée
Tu reposes là où jadis tu étais né
Et je soupçonne que tu ne dors que d'un œil
Pour regarder passer quelque vestale en deuil
Que le vent déshabille d'un geste fripon
Comme pout te montrer l'envers de ses jupons.
Au refrain
Ils ont fait ton éloge et célébré tes vers
Ils ont failli te faire porter l'habit vert
Et à titre posthume ils sont encore capables
De faire de toi un poète respectable
Toi qui ne respectais pas grand chose avoue-le
Et suivais simplement une autre route qu'eux.
Au refrain
Voici que moi aussi je viens faire un discours
Pardonne-moi de ne pas le faire plus court
Et si tu peux m'entendre depuis l'au-delà
Continue je t'en prie de nous donner le “la”
Raconte-nous comment ça se passe là-bas
Si tu t'y plais au point de n'en revenir pas.
Au refrain
…Rejoindre les copains qui t'avaient précédé
Et courtiser les muses de l'autre côté.

martes, 9 de abril de 2013

La ligne droite


Je ne t'attends pas au bout d'une ligne droite
Je sais qu'il faudra faire encore des détours
Et voir passer encore des jours et des jours
Mais sans que rien ne vienne éteindre notre hâte

Il pleut chez toi, chez moi le soleil est de plomb
Quand pourrons-nous enfin marier nos saisons
Quand pourrons-nous rentrer ensemble à la maison
Nous avons le temps, mais pourquoi est-ce si long

Mes habits ont parfois des traces de poussière
Et le parfum fané des amours passagères
Qui m'ont rendu ma solitude plus légère
A l'aube de mes nuits blanches et solitaires

Et toi mon bel amour, dis moi s'il y a des hommes
Qui t'ont rendu la vie un peu moins monotone
Qui t'aident à supporter l'hiver après l'automne
Et les silences obstinés du téléphone

Nous nous raconterons nos triomphes, nos fêtes
Mais comment s'avouer toutes nos défaites
L'angoisse qui nous tient, l'angoisse qui nous guette
Et s'accroche à chaque pensée, à chaque geste

Je sais que tu seras au bout de mes voyages
Je sais que tu viendras malgré tous les détours
Nous dormirons ensemble et nous ferons l'amour
Dans un monde réinventé à notre image

lunes, 8 de abril de 2013

La carte du tendre


Le long du fleuve qui remonte
Par les rives de la rencontre
Aux sources d'émerveillement
On voit dans le jour qui se lève
S'ouvrir tout un pays de rêve
Le tendre pays des amants
On part avec le œcœur qui tremble
Du bonheur de partir ensemble
Sans savoir ce qui nous attend
Ainsi commence le voyage
Semé d'écueils et de mirages
De l'amour et de ses tourments

Quelques torrents de médisance
Viennent déchirer le silence
Essayant de tout emporter
Et puis on risque le naufrage
Lorsque le vent vous mène au large
Des îles d'infidélité
Plus loin le courant vous emporte
Vers les rochers de la discorde
Et du mal à se supporter
Enfin la terre se dénude
C'est le désert de l'habitude
L'ennui y a tout dévasté

Quand la route paraît trop longue
Il y a l'escale du mensonge
L'auberge de la jalousie
On y déjeune de rancune
Et l'on s'enivre d'amertume
L'orgueil vous y tient compagnie
Mais quand tout semble à la dérive
Le fleuve roule son eau vive
Et l'on repart à l'infini
Où l'on découvre au bord du Tendre
Le jardin où l'on peut s'étendre
La terre promise de l'oubli

domingo, 7 de abril de 2013

Le facteur





(Parlé)
Le jeune facteur est mort.
Il n'avait que dix-sept ans.
Tout est fini pour nous deux maintenant.
(Chanté)
L'amour ne peut voyager.
Il a perdu son messager.

C'est lui qui venait, chaque jour,
Les bras chargés de tous mes mots d'amour.
C'est lui qui portait dans ses mains
La fleur d'amour cueillie dans ton jardin.

Il est parti dans le ciel bleu,
Comme un oiseau enfin libre et heureux
Et quand son âme l'a quitté,
Un rossignol, quelque part, a chanté.

Je t'aime autant que je t'aimais
Mais je ne peux le dire, désormais.
Il a emporté avec lui
Les derniers mots que j'avais écrits.

Il n'ira plus sur les chemins
Fleuris de rose et de jasmin
Qui mènent jusqu'à ta maison.
L'amour ne peut plus voyager.
Il a perdu son messager
Et mon coeur est comme en prison...

Il est parti, l'adolescent
Qui t'apportait mes joies et mes tourments.
L'hiver a tué le printemps.
Tout est fini pour nous deux maintenant.

martes, 2 de abril de 2013

Song for the asking


Here is my song for the asking Ask me and I will play So sweetly, I’ll make you smile This is my tune for the taking Take it, don’t turn away I’ve been waiting all my life Thinking it over, I’ve been sad Thinking it over, I’d be more than glad To change my ways for the asking Ask me and I will play All the love that I hold inside

lunes, 1 de abril de 2013

Why don't you write me


Why don’t you write me? I’m out in the jungle I’m hungry to hear you Send me a card I’m waiting so hard To be near you Why don’t you write? Something is wrong And I know I got to be there Maybe I’m lost But I can’t make the cost Of the airfare Tell me why, why, why Tell me why, why, why Why don’t you write m? A letter would brighten My loneliest evening Mail it today If it’s only to say That you’re leaving me Monday morning, sitting in the sun Hoping and wishing for the mail to come Tuesday, never got a word Wednesday, Thursday ain’t no sign Drank a half a bottle of iodine Friday, woe is me I’m gonna hang my body from the highest tree Why don’t you write me? Why don’t you write me?