CLIP NON OFFICIEL de Massive Attack, Splitting The Atom, 2009.
Phusis et idéalisme
Courber l’échine
Sang de taureau
Brillance et arrogance de l’homme
Chant du bouc
Danse à mort
Art de vivre
Paroles
The baby was born
Nettles and Ferns
The evening it chokes
The candle it burns
This disguise covers
Bitter lies
Repeating the joke
The meaning it dies
Pass me a coat I’m not a-
‘fraid to leave
I’m letting you know
I know what you need
I’ll turn you around
This beautiful town
And then you’ll believe it when your eyes then deceive you
Its easy, dont let it go
Its easy, dont let it go
Its easy, dont let it go
Don’t Lose It
Its getting colder outside
Your rented space
They shadow box and they
Paper chase
It never stops
And we’ll never learn
No hope without dope
The jobless return
The bankers have bailed
The mighty retreat
The pleasure it fails
At the end of the week
You take it or leave
Or what you receive
To what you receive
Is eternited leave
Its easy, dont let it go
Its easy, dont let it go
Its easy, dont let it go
Don’t lose it
Incandescent light at doors
In adolescent menopause
In little clicks you got the music stops
The needle sticks and the penny drops
The summer’s gone before you know
The muffled drums of relentless flow
You’re looking at stars that give you Vertigo
The sun’s still burning and dust will blow
Honey scars I’ll keep you near
Our blood is gold nothing to fear
We killed the time and I love you dear
A kiss of wine we’ll disappear
The last of the last particles
Divisible invisible
The last of the last particles
Divisible invisible
Le jeu de la vie et de la mort, d’accord, mais pas ainsi; la corrida est un spectacle (ou un art, je suis d’accord avec cela) cruel. La vie et la mort de façon naturelle me paraissent amplement plus intéressantes et surtout, plus phusiques (ou dionysiaques) que la corrida, où tout est pensé pour plaire à un public avide de panem et circenses, non? C’est un peu comme la Formule 1… Ou les jeux du cirque dans l’Antiquité.
Sinon, belle chanson, sombre et qui elle s’inscrit bien selon moi dans la lignée des derniers posts en matière de musique.
Le taureau, c’est la phusis.
Et on l’achève, gentiment, sous des yeux excités, dans un grand show…?!