Des paroles pour couvrir le silence.
mardi, novembre 17 2015
C’est un peu le contraire d’une page blanche : un pavé indigeste qui refuse de sortir et qui bouche l’horizon. Des sujets qui se bousculent, qui s’accumulent, des petites phrases qui n’en finissent pas de tourner en rond.
Et puis un matin, les pouces encore endormis, tu commences à taper et le pavé se dissout en une multitude de petits tas glissant entre les doigts.
manu sauvage, le 17-11-2015 (Des mots dispersés)
jeudi, décembre 30 2010
There are things that I said I would never do
There are fears that I cannot believe have come true
For my soul is too sick and too little and too late
And my self I have grown to weary to hate
The more I stay in here
The more it's not so clear
The more I stay in here
The more I disappear
As far as I have gone
I knew what side I'm on
But now I'm not so sure
The line begins to blur
Is there somebody on top of me?
I don't know I don't know
Isn't anybody stopping me?
I don't know I don't know
Well I'm trying to hold my breath
I don't know I don't know
Just how far down can I go?
I don't know I don't know I don't know
As I lie here and stare
The fabric starts to tear
It's far beyond repair
And I don't really care
As far as I have gone
I knew what side I'm on
But now I'm not so sure
The line begins to blur
manu sauvage, le 30-12-2010 (Des mots dispersés)
mardi, novembre 17 2009
The truth can’t hurt you it’s just like the dark
It scares you witless
But in time you see things clear and stark
manu sauvage, le 17-11-2009 (Des mots dispersés)
dimanche, novembre 15 2009
Trente ans et tu regardes le papier peint vieillir
Trente ans et tu veux toujours t’éblouir
Dans des nuits si longues que les jours devaient rétrécir
Trente ans et oui tu ne les as pas vu venir
Trente ans c’est peut-être le moment de s’enfuir
T’étais partant disais-tu dans un sourire
Pour tes trente ans de brûler tes souvenirs
Trente ans ne laisse plus le canapé t’engloutir
Trente ans n’attends plus que l’on vienne t’attendrir
Redeviens touchant comme quand tu voulais tout détruire
C’est entêtant ce temps qui passe sans prévenir
Tant de mésententes et tant de causes perdues
Tant de mésaventures dans de petites préfectures
Tant pis pour les victoires et tant mieux pour les défaites
De toute façon on a toujours l’air aussi bête
manu sauvage, le 15-11-2009 (Des mots dispersés)
vendredi, août 21 2009
And while the city sleeps
I won’t weep because I didn’t keep
My boyfriend and the summer’s end is here again
And the leaves are golden
Under the grand silver birch tree
While we’re thinking bout the people we meet
Dancing feet, wasters on the cover of a magazine
People you’ve kissed, people you lust
And the one’s that you might not
Ever remember what’s the use
I’m not what I was last summer
Not who I was in the spring
Tell me, tell me, tell me when will we learn
We love it and we leave it and we watch it burn
Damn these wild young hearts
Damn these wild young hearts
Now that the city’s awake, my heart aches
Oh what a silly mistake it seems I’ve made
You left your keys under my bed
Left a thumpin’ in my head
I would say sorry, what’s the use
Cause, I’m not what I was last September
And I don’t wear the same robes in May
We know we shouldn’t do it, but we do it anyway
We know we might regret it but it seemed ok
Damn this wild young heart
Damn this wild young heart
Damn this wild young heart
If now is forever then what’s to prove
Cause it won’t be the same next summer
And I guess I’ll see you in the spring
Somebody tell me, tell me, tell me, when will I learn
I love it and I leave it and I watch it burn
Damn this wild young heart
I told you damn this wild young heart
Damn this wild young
Tell me, tell me, tell me when will I learn
Damn this wild young heart
manu sauvage, le 21-08-2009 (Des mots dispersés)
vendredi, août 14 2009
Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don’t need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes, we’ve got it wrong, but it’s alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don’t you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,
(just relax, just relax)
Don’t you let those other boys fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do.
Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it’s alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don’t you think it’s strange?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
It was more than I could take, pity for pity’s sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don’t even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Oh, you’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
manu sauvage, le 14-08-2009 (Des mots dispersés)
vendredi, août 7 2009
Coin-operated boy
Sitting on the shelf
He is just a toy
But I turn him on
And he comes to life
Automatic joy
That is why I want
A coin-operated boy
Made of plastic and elastic
He is rugged and long-lasting
Who could ever ever ask for more
Love without complications galore
Many shapes and weights to choose from
I will never leave my bedroom
I will never cry at night again
Wrap my arms around him and pretend
Coin-operated boy
All the other real
Ones that I destroyed
Cannot hold a candle to my new boy and I’ll
Never let him go
And I’ll never be alone
And I’ll never let him go
And I’ll never be alone (go)
And I’ll never be alone (go)
And I’ll never be alone (go)
And I’ll never be alone (go)
And I’ll never be alone
Not with my coin-operated boy
This bridge was written to make you feel smittener
With my sad picture
Of girl getting bitter-er
Can you extract me
From my plastic fantasy
I didn’t think so
But i’m still convincible
Will you persist even after I bet you
A billion dollars that I’ll never love you?
And will you persist even after I kiss you
Goodbye for the last time
Will you keep on trying?
To prove it
I’m dying
To lose it
I’m losing
My confidence
I want it
I want it
I want it
I want it
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want a…
I want a…
I want a…
I want a…
…coin operated boy
And if I had a star to wish on
For my life I can’t imagine
Any flesh and blood could be his match
I can even take him in the bath
Coin operated boy
He may not be real
Experienced with girls
But I know he feels
Like a boy should feel
Isn’t that the point?
That is why I want a coin-operated boy
With a pretty coin-operated voice
Saying that he loves me
That he’s thinking of me
Straight and to the point
That is why I want a
Coin-operated boy.
manu sauvage, le 07-08-2009 (Des mots dispersés)
vendredi, juillet 31 2009
Tes vanités n’ont ni de chair ni de peau
Juste des fast-food en lisière des ghettos
Minorités dopées aux crâneries torrentielles
Avant le shoot final dans la poubelle
Tes vanités tes girouettes tes drapeaux
Le Diable est à nos tables
Tête de mords toi la queue parvenir à tes fins
Et tenter d’en profiter avant de péter les câbles
Repose, cool, petit humain,
Seule la mort sait faire la paix
Ta vie n’est qu’une guerre
Des vanités
Et elles nous tirent leurs chapeaux dans le dos
Fallait pas commencer par tout terminer
Assouvir ton orgueil ta fierté et faire
Feu de tout bois au bûcher des vanités
Le coeur de l’histoire est lourd en ego
Le grelot commun du commun des mortels
Des records,des mirages d’or
La misère ordinaire aux frontières du réel
Repose, cool, petit humain,
Seule la mort sait faire la paix
Ta vie n’est qu’une guerre
Des vanités
Qu’elle repose en paix
Pour de l’amour-propre, combien de mains sales ?
Et s’tailler des costards aux frontières des scandales
Nos vanités creusent à toutes fossettes
Dans le miroir aux alouettes
Mes vanités n’ont ni de chair ni de peau
Juste des Flash-balls pour les enfants de fachos
Couvre toi, couvre moi, couvre le feu
C’est l’hiver en amour, mais putains mais bons Dieux
Mes vanités n’ont ni de chair ni de peau
Mes vanités c’est la terre en sanglots
Au boulevard des allongés
Que ravitaillent les corbeaux
Cool, petit humain
Seule la mort sait faire la paix
Ta vie n’est qu’une guerre
Des vanités
Repose, cool, j’t’aimais pas bien
Mais la mort sait faire la paix
Et ma vie n’est qu’une guerre
Des vanités
Cool, petit humain
Seule la mort sait faire la paix
Ma vie n’est qu’une guerre
Des vanités
Cool,
J’ t’aimais pas bien,
J’ m’aimais pas bien
Ma vie n’est qu’une guerre
Des vanités
manu sauvage, le 31-07-2009 (Des mots dispersés)
vendredi, juillet 24 2009
Bright morning lights
Wipe the sleep
From another day’s eye.
Turn away from the wall
And there’s nothing at all.
Being naked and afraid
In the open space of my bed.
I’ll be with you now
I’ll be with you now
I’ll be with you now
We lie on a cloud, we lie.
Just as I am
I awoke with a tear on my tongue
I awoke with a feeling of never before
In my sleep, I discovered the one
But she left with the morning sun.
I’ll be with you now
I’ll be with you now
I’ll be with you now
We lie on a cloud, we lie.
Another time, another place
We lie.
Another time, another place.
We lie.
Another time, another place
We lie.
Your time, your place.
manu sauvage, le 24-07-2009 (Des mots dispersés)