SEQ 1 PATTI SMITH

Avec "This Is the Girl", vous rendez hommage à une artiste qui semble vous tenir particulièrement à coeur, Amy Winehouse. La connaissiez-vous?

Je ne l'ai hélas jamais rencontrée, mais elle m'a profondément marquée. Amy était un prodige ! Elle avait une façon extrêmement sophistiquée d'utiliser sa voix. Surtout, elle avait un timbre unique au monde, comme Maria Callas ou Billie Holiday. Amy était un stradivarius, mais elle n'a pas protégé son instrument. Qu'est-ce qui détruit la voix humaine ? L'alcool, le tabac et toutes les drogues... C'est insupportable de voir une jeune femme qui possède un don aussi incroyable foutre sa vie en l'air. Elle aurait pu être ma fille... Si je m'emporte en parlant d'elle, c'est parce que j'ai toujours eu à son égard un instinct maternel. Quel gâchis... 

This is the Girl

For whom all tears fall
This is the Girl
Who was having a ball
Just a dark smear masking the eyes
Spirited away hurrying inside

This is the Girl
That crossed the bind
This is the song about smothering vine
Twisted as laurels to crown her head
Raised as a reef upon her bed

This is the Girl
This the blind that turned in wine
This is the wine of the house it is said
This is the Girl who Yearned to be heard
So Much for cradling a smoldering bird

This is the Girl [x2]

This is the Girl
For whom all tears fall
This is the Girl
Who was having a ball
This is the Girl
For whom all tears have ahead
This is the Wine of the House it is said

This the blind that turned in wine
This is the wine of the house it is said
This is the Girl who Yearned to be heard
So Much for cradling a smoldering bird

         April Fool (album Banga) de 

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Mesure à ………….tps

Introduction :

Partie instrumentale :                                    mes        I                  mes

 Come be my April Fool
Come you're the only one
Come on your rusted bike
Come we'll break all the rules

We'll ride like writers ride
Neither rich nor broke
We'll race through alleyways
In our tattered cloaks so

Come be my April Fool
Come we'll break all the rules

We'll burn all of our poems
Add to God's debris
We'll pray to all of our saints
Icons of mystery
We'll tramp through the mire
When our souls feel dead
With laughter we'll inspire
Then back to life again

Come you're the only one
Come be my April Fool
Come come
Be my April Fool
We'll break all the rules

         Come   ●●●            be my April             Fool  ●●●                   ●●●●          
         Come                   you're the only           one
         Come                   on your rusted           bike
         Come                    we'll break all the      rules

             ●We'll ride  like        writers ride
             ●Neither rich            nor broke
             ●We'll race through  alleyways
             ●In our                    tattered cloaks so

          Come                    be my April             Fool
          Come                    we'll break all the    rules

APRIL FOOL

Come be my April Fool
Come you're the only one
Come on your rusted bike
Come we'll break all the rules

We'll ride like writers ride
Neither rich nor broke
We'll race through alleyways
In our tattered cloaks so

Come be my April Fool
Come we'll break all the rules

We'll burn all of our poems
Add to God's debris
We'll pray to all of our saints
Icons of mystery
We'll tramp through the mire
When our souls feel dead
With laughter we'll inspire
Then back to life again

Come you're the only one
Come be my April Fool
Come come
Be my April Fool
We'll break all the rules