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    Arcade Fire / The Suburbs, chansons #5 à #8

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    Voici la seconde tranche de chansons de l’album The Suburbs,  dédiée aux fans finis d’Arcade Fire… et aussi aux sceptiques qui sont intrigués par le phénomène montréalais.

    La source des textes est sur le site SongMeanings.

    5. Empty Room

    À mon sens la meilleure pièce rock de cet album. Le staccato typique des violons arrangés par Owen Pallett ouvre les vannes d’une chanson très puissante, une des plus proches de l’Arcade Fire singulier qu’on aime tant applaudir .


    I’m so tired of learning to talk
    Building fences on the wall
    In this state, I shall not remain

    I don’t want to go, but if I die young
    Fill my empty room with the sun
    Fill my empty room with the sun

    This Doesn’t matter like it did before
    This doesn’t matter much anymore

    Change my mind or help me to try
    Im afraid and I’m not satisfied
    In this state I shall not remain

    I don’t want to go, but if I die young
    Fill my empty room with the sun
    Fill my empty room with the sun

    This doesn’t matter like it did before
    This doesn’t matter much anymore
    This doesn’t matter like it did before
    This doesn’t matter much anymore

    Daylight is not the same
    When your stabbing at the stars
    In your eyes, and bleeding
    Is what you see

    This doesn’t matter like it did before
    This doesn’t matter much anymore
    This doesn’t matter like it did before
    This doesn’t matter much anymore

    This doesn’t matter much anymore

    6. City With No Children

    Très convenue pour ne pas dire traditionnelle malgré les petits ornements en toile de fond, cette chanson se décline sur un tempo moyen. Les riffs de guitares, le chrorus, la réalisation auraient pu être mis en oeuvre il y a un quart de siècle et plus encore.


    The summer that I broke my arm
    I waited for your letter
    I have no feeling for you now
    Now that I know you better

    I wish that I could have loved you then
    Before our age was through
    And before a world war does with us
    Whatever it will do

    Dreamt I drove home to Houston
    On a highway that was underground
    There was no light that we could see
    As we listened to the sound of the engine failing

    I feel like I’ve been living in
    A city with no children in it
    A garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside
    Of a private prison

    You never trust a millionaire
    Quoting the sermon on the mount
    I used to think I was not like them
    But I’m beginning to have my doubts
    My doubts about it

    When you’re hiding underground
    The rain can’t get you wet
    Do you think your righteousness
    Can pay the interest on your debt?
    I have my doubts about it

    I feel like I’ve been living in
    A city with no children in it
    A garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside
    Of a private prison

    I feel like I’ve been living in
    A city with no children in it
    A garden left for ruin by and by
    As I hide inside
    Of my private prison

    7. Half Light I

    Encore là, cette ballade rock ne pourrait être plus référentielle. Les violons y sont soyeux, élégants, néclassiques comme on en fait usage sur les meilleures chansons pop depuis les années 60.

    You told us that
    We were too young
    Now that night’s closing in
    And in the half light
    We run

    Lock us up safe
    And hide the key
    But the night tears us loose
    And in the half light
    We’re free

    Strange how the half light
    Can make a place new
    You can’t recognize me
    And I can’t recognize you

    We run through the streets
    That we know so well
    And the houses hide so much
    We’re in the half light
    None of us can tell
    They hide the ocean in a shell

    The ocean in a shell

    Our heads are just houses
    Without enough windows
    They say you hear human voices
    But they only echo

    They only echo
    [They only echo
    Only Echo

    8. Half  Light II

    L’enrobage presque électro-pop de cette chanson rock , à laquelle on confère un tissage de cordes haut perchées, me semble aussi classique. Cela étant, en voici une autre fort bien construite, nettement au-dessus de la moyenne malgré son conservatisme relatif.

    Now that San Francisco’s gone
    I guess I’ll just pack it up
    Wanna wash away my sins
    In the presence of my friends

    You and I, we head back east
    To find a town where we can live
    Even in the half light
    We can see that something’s gotta give

    When we watched the markets crash
    The promises we made were torn
    And my parents sent for me
    From the west where I was born

    Some people say
    We’ve already lost
    But they’re afraid to pay the cost
    For what we’ve lost
    Pay the cost for what we’ve lost

    Now that you have left me here
    I will never raise my voice
    All the diamonds you have here
    In this home which has no life

    Oh, this city’s changed so much
    Since I was a little child
    Pray that God won’t live to see
    The death of everything that’s wild

    Though we knew this day would come
    Still it took us by surprise
    In this town where I was born
    I now see through a dead man’s eyes

    One day they will see it’s long gone.


    • Bonjour Alain,

      Je crois que les paroles d’”Empty Room” que vous avez affichées dans votre billet sont celles de la chanson du même titre d’un groupe (que je ne connais pas) du nom de Marjorie Fair…

      Au plaisir de vous lire de nouveau bientôt,

      Stéphane Ethier

    • Empty Room = Mauvaises paroles

    • Est-ce que je rêve ou si le riff de City with no Children est le même que Street Fighting Man des Rolling Stones?

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