all magic

Je passe mon temps à vous le dire, Tom Waits c'est le paroxysme de la polésie et l'artiste le plus créatif de son siècle. La magie de l'anglais, de la structure de l'anglais, personne ne vous la fera sentir comme lui, pour peu que vous soyez disposés à un petit effort. Alors je vous laisse le texte de son Alice, l'une de ses plus belles chansons, même si j'ai personnellement un faible pour les plus déjantées. Lisez, creusez, laissez vous bercer en musique. C'est beau comme du Tom Waits.

It's dreamy weather we're on
You waved your crooked wand
Along an icy pond with a frozen moon
A murder of silhouette crows I saw
And the tears on my face
And the skates on the pond
They spell Alice
 
I disappear in your name
But you must wait for me
Somewhere across the sea
There's a wreck of a ship
Your hair is like meadow grass on the tide
And the raindrops on my window
And the ice in my drink
Baby all I can think of is Alice
 
Arithmetic arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier
 
And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice
 
And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice
There's only Alice

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[orlando]

Y en a au moins un par langue! Boby lapointe, Celentano quand il s'y met, etc...