Oser traverser le miroir…


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     « Une chose est sûre : Antony a bu le lait des ténèbres comme un contrepoison définitif. Venant de l’autre versant, il a surgi à découvert. D’être redevable à une telle géographie lui donne de l’envergure et une certaine aptitude à l’accolade transfrontalière. »    Jérôme Solal, La voix d’Antony.

Quatre chansons d’Antony and the Johnsons.

Rapture

Eyes are falling
Lips are falling
Hair is falling to the ground
Slowly, softly
Falling, falling
Down in silence to the ground
All the world is falling, falling
All the blue
From me and you
Tear drops falling to the ground
Tear drops
I’m talkin’ ’bout your tear drops
For instance
Oh my mama
She’s been falling
Falling down for quite some time
And oh my papa
He’s been falling
Falling down for quite some time
Oh my friends
I’ve watched them falling
Falling softly to the ground
Oh the leaves
The Leaves are falling
Down in silence to the ground
Is this the rapture?
Is this the rapture?
Why don’t you tell me
Is this the rapture?
Is this the rapture?
Our father who art in heaven
For the kingdom, the power, the glory, yours
Now and forever

 * Rapture : extase, ravissement


Another world

I need another place
Will there be peace
I need another world
This one’s nearly gone
Still have to many dreams
Never seen the light
I need another world
A place where I can go
I’m gonna miss the sea
I’m gonna miss the snow
I’m gonna miss the bees
I miss the things that grow
I’m gonna miss the trees
I’m gonna miss the sun
I miss the animals
I’m gonna miss you all
I need another place
Will there be peace
I need another world
This one’s nearly gone
I’m gonna miss the birds
Singing all there songs
I’m gonna miss the wind
Been kissing me so long
Another world
Another world
Another world
Another world


Bird Gehrl

I am a bird girl
I am a bird girl
I am a bird girl
I am a bird girl now
I’ve got my heart
Here in my hands
I’ve got my heart
Here in my hands now
I’ve been searching
For my wings
I’ve been searching
For my wings some time
I’m gonna be born
Gonna be born
Into soon the sky
I’m gonna be born
Into soon the sky
Cause I’m a bird girl
And the bird girls go to heaven
I’m a bird girl
And the bird girls can fly
Bird girls can fly
Bird girls can fly
Bird girls can fly


 

L’une des chansons accompagnant le film « Les Petits mouchoirs » de Guillaume Canet 

Fistful of love

I was lying in my bed last night
Staring at a ceiling full of stars
When it suddenly hit me
I just have to let you know how I feel

We live together in a photograph of time
I look into your eyes
And the seas open up to me
I tell you I love you
And I always will

And I know that you can’t tell me
And I know that you can’t tell me
I was lying in my bed last night
Staring at a ceiling full of stars
When it suddenly hit me
I just have to let you know how I feel

We live together in a photograph of time
I look into your eyes
And the seas open up to me
I tell you I love you
And I always will

And I know that you can’t tell me
And I know that you can’t tell me

So I’m left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
So I’m left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion

I feel your fists
And I know it’s out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it’s out of love
I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart

It’s out of love
It’s out of love

I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion

I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion

 * fistful of love : poignées d’amour, poings rempli d’amour.