Parce que ce soir, c'est un soir un peu à part....

Non : vraiment à part en fait :))

You say yes, I say no
You say stop and I say go, go, go
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello

I say high, you say low
You say why, and I say I don't know
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello

Why, why, why, why, why, why
Do you say good bye
Goodbye, bye, bye, bye, bye

Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello
Hello

Hela, heba helloa
Hela, heba helloa

Andy Yorke, leader du groupe méconnu "The unbelievable Truth" et frère de Thom Yorke, leader de Radiohead que tout le monde connaît, fait partie de mes chouchous parce que sa voix a un timbre très particulier, très suave, très chaud... J'adore l'écouter, il me fait du bien. Le voici donc dans cette chanson (extraite de son album "simple" de 2008), parfaite pour une soirée d'hiver, histoire de trouver un peu de chaleur (désolée pas de clip...).

Mathilda, when we met
Is it possible
that our lives
were already
Set to collide?

Any moment you could find
Things were broken
and you were right
And now there's no tunring back

Now we're just too far along

Never in my life
Was it so hard
to do right
With the numbers
at my fingertips

Now we're just too far along

Giving hope,
holding on,
letting go
Giving comfort to both
The world had been held at bay
And it took you to know
We're just too far along

Mathilda, when we met
Is it possible
that our lives
were already
Set to collide?

Le genre de petite zik qui reste bien ancrée dans la tête... Décidément cet album de Charlie Winston (Hobo) ce n'est que du bon, du début à la fin !! en plus le type est vraiment très sympa, très simple et d'un super état d'esprit, bref : J'adore !

If you say this is pop, to be singing to a tune with a rhythm like this, would it be so unpopular for a singer like me to be bringing up the fact that we're all gonna go ? Some people swear, they say they know where.
For me it's a mystery. But which ever way you see it
you have to admit it and live it and live it !

We all Kick the Bucket in the end ! The end !
All the girls Kick the Bucket in the end ! The end !
And the boys Kick the Bucket in the end ! The end !
Yep ! We all Kick the Bucket in the end ! The end ! The end ! The end ! The end !

Blew up my TV. It' was numbing my brain to be thinking the same as a million other people all feeling afraid of the same thing.
But there's is nothing to lose, cause we're all on a bike and we're cycling through, getting off on our injuries - but you gotta get back on it and live it and live it to love it and live and love life.

Cause we all Kick the Bucket in the end ! The end !
All the girls Kick the Bucket in the end ! The end !
And the boys Kick the Bucket in the end ! My friend !
Yep ! We all Kick the Bucket in the end ! The end ! The end ! The end ! The end !

This is not a sad song !
I don't bring it up to get you down,
It's a celebration for all the red cells
going round and round in your body !

I don't mean to preach or to sound lilke a teacher. No ! I only wanna cut the crap and ,
looking back, everybody's had to face the facts.

we all Kick the Bucket in the end ! The end !
All the girls Kick the Bucket in the end ! The end !
And the boys Kick the Bucket in the end ! My friend !
Yep ! We all Kick the Bucket in the end ! The end ! The end ! The end ! The end !

Pendant que j'installe Linux version Ubuntu (vous savez tout !) sur mon poste, voilà que résonne à mes petites oreilles une musique qui me fait tout stopper... et c'est Suzanne Vega que voilà, avec une petite chanson bien sympathique !

Attention, je vous colle la version remixée, c'est juste parce que ca "pète" plus :))

I'd like to help you doctor
Yes I really really would
But the din in my head
It's too much and it's no good
I'm standing in a windy tunnel
Shouting through the roar
And I'd like to give the information
You're asking for

But blood makes noise
It's a ringing in my ear
Blood makes noise
And I can't really hear you
In the thickening of fear

I think that you might want to know
The details and the facts
But there's something in my blood
Denies the memory of the acts
So just forget it Doc.
I think it's really
Cool that you're concerned
But we'll have to try again
After the silence has returned

Cause blood makes noise
It's a ringing in my ear
Blood makes noise
And I can't really hear you
In the thickening of fear

Blood makes noise...

J'ai, pour la première fois de ma vie, assisté à un opéra par le biais d'Arte et ce programme de Carmen proposé ce soir à une heure inhabituelle. Jusqu'ici, les opéras étaient pour moi un assez grand mystère. Ils le restent en partie, mais ce dernier étant sous-titré en français m'a permis un accès plus facile. Et puis j'ai été assez vite emportée par ces airs de Bizet que je connaissais pour les avoir déjà en grande partie entendus sans jamais avoir pu les "visualiser" grâce à une mise en scène et de "vraies" personnes l'interprétant.

Un mot sur Daniel Barenboim dirigeant l'orchestre d'une main de Maïtre dont la renommée n'est plus à faire... Il a été magistral. Je connaissais son nom plus que son oeuvre et le voir diriger l'orchestre avec une telle passion m'a véritablement émue. Il vit la musique comme si elle habitait son corps tout entier. J'ai senti et partagé sa passion.

Hormis l'histoire d'amour passionnelle, j'ai été séduite, plus spécifiquement, par Don José (Jonas Kaufmann) dont l'interprétation m'a particulièrement touchée. Par contre, j'ai été attristée de la réaction du public qui a en grande partie hué Emma Dante, metteur(e?) en scène de cet opéra que j'ai trouvé pourtant vraiment bien ficelé et actuel... Probablement un peu trop actuel pour les spectateurs de la Scala de Milan, apparemment peu habitués à une certaine dose de provocation ? Quoiqu'il en soit, Merci au Service Public pour cette soirée qui nous change un peu des Cold Case et autres Experts de tous poils...

Pour finir, une petite touche musicale, pour les amateurs... Il s'agit du duo final... tragique mais très "parlant"

... maintenant, j'ai envie d'aller en voir un en vrai, d'opéra !... Merci Arte ! :))

Parce que j'aimais bien l'actrice et que la chanteuse que je découvre, en particulier sur l'album en duo avec Pete Yorn ("Break Up" sorti en semptembre dernier), me séduit. J'aime le timbre de sa voix et sa simplicité, j'aime le choix artistique et musical qu'elle fait, et puis cette chanson extraite de son album solo (anywhere I lay my head) est très belle, alors place à Scarlett !

I have come 500 miles
Just to see a halo
Come from St. Petersburg
Scarlett and me
Well I open my eyes
I was blind as can be
When you give a man luck
He must fall in the sea
And she wants you
To steal and get caught
For she loves you
For all that you are not
When you're
Falling down, falling down
When you're falling down
Falling down, falling down

You forget all the roses
Don't come around on Sunday
She's not gonna choose you
For standing so tall
Go on and take a swig
Of that poison and like it
And don't ask
For silverware
Don't ask for nothing
Go on and put your ear
To the ground
You know you will be
Hearing that sound
Falling down
You're falling down
Falling down, falling down
Falling down, falling down

When you're falling down
Falling down, falling down

Go on down and see
That wrecking ball
Come swinging on along
Everyone knew
That hotel was a goner
They broke all the windows
They took all the door knobs
And they hauled it away
In a couple of days
Now someone yell timber
And take off your hat
It's a lot smaller down
Here on the ground
You're falling down
Falling down, falling down
Falling down, falling down
Falling down

Someone's falling down
Falling down, falling down
Falling down, falling down
Falling down

Juste par pur plaisir... même si la vidéo n'est pas top, tant pis ! l'air reste bien gravé en tête et c'est à chantonner en permanence !

Don't Runaway
Midnight Hideaway
Don't you - Fadeaway!
'til the Morning light

I see you from my window
In the shadows of the night
You're standing on Love Street
On the beat, of better things
Yeah!
I'll see you standin' there
You don't care, anymore
And love in your life
Stabbin' knife in my heart

Yeah!

I'll see you standin' there
You don't care anymore
And love in your life
Stabbin' knife in my heart

She might Fadeaway

Le Grand Paul Simon, par le talent... enfin ici. Difficile de trouver ce que je cherche en vidéo, mais en réécoutant quelques uns de ses titres et en le voyant sur scène, je regrette amèrement de n'avoir jamais pu le voir en concert car ça devait vraiment être quelque chose... Un grand un très grand Monsieur de la musique, et un parolier hors pair...

The first thing I remember, I was lying in my bed
I couldn't've been no more than one or two
And I remember there's a radio, coming from the room next door
My mother laughed the way some ladies' do

Well it's late in the evening, and the music's seeping through

The next thing I remember, I am walking down a street
I'm feeling alright I'm with my boys and with my troops, yeah
Down along the avenue some guys are shootin' pool
And I heard the sound of acapella groups, yeah

Singin' late in the evening, and all the girls out on the stoops, yeah

Then I learned to play some lead guitar, I was underage in this funky bar
And I stepped outside to smoke myself a j
When I come back to the room, everybody just seemed to move
And I turned my amp up loud and I began to play

It was late in the evening, and I blew that room away

First thing I remember when you came into my life
I said I wanna get that girl, no matter what I do
Well I guess I've been in love before and once or twice have been on the floor
But I've never loved no-one the way that I love you

And it was late in the evening, and all the music's seeping through

J'aime beaucoup Jehro, dont la musique à la fois très joyeuse et mélancolique me sied à merveille. Son album date un peu (à quand le suivant ???). Ce marseillais a vraiment le rythme dans la peau et de très belles chansons à son actif (salima, I want love, Everything entre autres) et il a toute sa place ici...

Oh she is watching me, And her eyes they flow,
With fond and tender pain, I know, fate laid out a road,
We have walked alone (And) yet meet again
Now I know finally I've never been alone,
I just couldn't see, That like, The swirling of the sea,
Lies a mistery, That brings me back to you

Oh, we put round our world,
Chains that we denied, yes we dreamed that we,
Were free, and this was our downfall,
With no place to go, we drift eternally
Now, I know finally, I've never been alone,
I just couldn't see, that like, the swirling of the sea,
Lies a mistery, that brings me back to you.

J'aime beaucoup le timbre de la voix de John Mayer. Et voici une petite découverte de son dernier album Battle Studies. Une jolie ballade qui me va à merveille... A écouter tranquillement, le soir, avec une bougie allumée et le calme tout autour...

Et le voici en live, ce qui ne gâche rien !

Had a little love
But I spread it thin
Falling in her arms at night again
I made a bad name for my game round town
Tore out my heart and shut it down

Nothing to do
Nowhere to be
A simple little a kind of free
Nothing to do
No one but me
That's is all I need

I'm perfectly lonely
I'm perfectly lonely
I'm perfectly lonely
Yeaah...
Cause I don't belong to anyone
And nobody belongs to me

I see my friends around from time to time
When the ladies let us slip away
And when they ask me how I'm doing with mine
This is always what I say

Nothing to do
Nowhere to be
A simple little kind of free
Nothing to do
No one to be

Is it really hard to see?
I'm perfectly lonely
I'm perfectly lonely
I'm perfectly lonely
Yeah...
Cause I don't belong to anyone
Nobody belongs to me

And his is not to say
There never comes a day
I take my chances and start again
And when I look behind
On all my younger times
I have to thank the wrongs
That led me to a love so strong

I'm perfectly lonely
I'm perfectly lonely
I'm perfectly lonely
Yeah...
Cause I don't belong to anyone
And nobody belongs to me

That's the way (3x)
That I want it
That's the way (3x)
That I want it
That's the way (3x)
That I want it
That's the way (3x)
That I want it

Pour une fois, cela se passera de paroles, et pour cause... Mais j'ai un réel faible pour cet instrument qu'est la batterie, et celui-ci se débrouille vraiment pas mal :) Pour une fois, ce sera donc une note classique remixée façon un peu plus rock !

J'aime beaucoup ce groupe, bien qu'il ait fait des albums assez particuliers certaines fois... Mais là, on retrouve bien l'ambiance de ce groupe, celle que j'aime : des sons planants, et la voix d'Elizabeth Frazer toujours aussi belle et profonde. Non, vraiment : j'adore !

I'm seemin' to be glad a lot
I'm happy again, come, come in time
S'pose the doctor and yourself will
Me, I give in to your arms

You're the match of Jerico
That will burn this whole madhouse down
And I'll throw open like a walnut's safe
More like can lug that safebox turtled of exquisite stuff, it's

You, yourself, and your father
Don't know him, so part in your own ways
You've really both bought on set terms
Thank you for mending me babies

You're the match of Jerico
That will burn this whole madhouse down
And I'll throw open like a walnut safe
It would seem that being throughout that safebox full
Of exquisite stuff, it's you on that match of Jerico
That will burn this old madhouse down on the floor
Open ripe the walnut safe

You, yourself, and your father
Don't know him, so part in your own ways
You've really both bought on set terms
Thank you for mending me babies

Parce que, à mes yeux, cela ne vieillit pas, et puis Peter... toujours Peter.... :))

There is lambswool under my naked feet
The wool is soft and warm, gives off some kind of heat
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid

The fleas cling to the golden fleece hoping they'll find peace
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid
There's no hiding in my memory
There's no room to avoid

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ocher corridor
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

There's only one direction in the faces that I see
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be
Like the forest fight for sunlight that takes root in every tree
They are pulled up by the magnet believing they're free

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

The porcelain manikin with shattered skin fears attack
The eager pack lift up their pitchers, they carry all they lack
The liquid has congealed which has seeped out through the crack
And the tickler takes his stickleback

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

Allez, une petite nouveauté ??

(en Français pour une fois, mais pas de paroles !!)

Voici une voix que j'aime beaucoup, Erin McCarley et son album (Lovesick Mistake) m'enchante toujours autant, et ce après de nombreuses écoutes. Je trouve sa voix très douce et agréable à écouter... Et son physique ne gâche rien à l'affaire, pour ces messieurs... ;o)
Parfait pour un dimanche après midi d'automne...

Little girls don't know how to be sweet girls.
Mama didn't teach me.
Little boys don't know how to treat little girls.
Daddy didn't show me.

Face down, on top of your bed.
Oh why did I give it up to you?
Is this how I shoot myself up high,
Just high enough to get through?

Again, the false affection.
Again, we break down inside.
Love save the empty.
Love save the empty, and save me.

Sad boy, you stare up at the sky
When no one's looking back at you.
You wear your every last disguise;
You're flying, then you fall through.

Again, the false attention.
Again, you're breaking inside.
Love save the empty.
Love save the empty, save me.
Love save the empty.
Love save the empty.

Stars feel like knives,
They tell us why we're fighting.
Storm, wait outside.
Oh, love, hold us together.

Love, save the empty.
Love, save the empty.
Love, save the empty.
Love, save the empty, and save me.
And save me.