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Crime & The City Solution / Streets Of West Memphis

Pochette de l'album "American Twilight" deCrime & The City Solution

American Twilight (2013, Mute Artists)

C'est vrai qu'il y a du Matt Berninger dans la manière dont Simon Bonney chante les rues de Memphis. Cela change un peu des sempiternelles références à Nick Cave. Le refrain scintille de toutes ses facettes complexes où la tristesse se mêle à l'espérance, où la fange terrestre attrape la main de la pureté céleste, où la misère des hommes finit par éveiller la compassion de leur créateur. Cette chanson échappe elle-même aux musiciens, déchaînant des forces qui l'emmènent droit au ciel. Que l'on parvienne à s'y accrocher ou que l'on tombe, l'effet est le même : on en sort totalement dévasté.

5 avril 2015

Vidéo / Streets Of West Memphis

Version originale.

Auteurs

Paroles : Simon Bonney. Musique : Crime & The City Solution.

Paroles

I'm a dangerous man
Stole the labyrinth key
Gonna sneak in gonna set those words free
Family fear, family fear
Mark a person I give

Responsibility and power
The freedom to cower
In their life they tangle with the truth
In the end heals in those too often, too often too
Invisible lines, hands move slowly through time
Lavender and Pope
The time turn of the rope

Now I know false tales lies
On the streets of west Memphis
Growing those of southern Memphis
Do you love me? say you do
All I have is my love for you
Here comes the rain

American boy you're an alien form
Flag on the shoulders is fray and torn
Talking hands speak with just one voice
Land of the free illusion joy
Not train in jail house wine
Are gates sealed with emerald twine
The thief is why this story is told
Forgive me

Now I know false men lie
On the streets of west Memphis
Calling those of southern tempest
Do you love me? Say you do
All I have are my dreams of you
Here comes the rain

The thief looks at himself in the mirror
Recalls from a future that is clearer
Believe me, deceive me
Disney and Jefferson, Home Marcus tennis man
Fiction is history futility as mystery
And inconvenient truth
The level plain field from an owner's booth
Believe me, deceive me

Now I know false men lie
On the streets of west Memphis
Calling those of southern tempest
Do you love me? Say you do
All I have is my hope in you
Here comes the rain

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