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Procol Harum [Nov. 7th, 2015|10:19 pm]
Les divagations de Nelja
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Procol Harum est un groupe des années 60 que mon père écoutait beaucoup quand j'étais jeune. Je l'ai mis tout à l'heure pour me motiver pour corriger des copies, et pour la première fois, j'ai eu l'idée de chercher les paroles sur Internet.

Et bien cela ne correspondait PAS DU TOUT à ce que j'imaginais.



Ecoutez cette chanson, la deuxième du CD, She wandered through the garden fence.

Comme elle me semblait guillerette quand j'étais enfant ! He bien, les paroles sont... bizarrement kinky.

She wandered through the garden fence
and said, 'I've brought at great expense
a potion guaranteed to bring
relief from all your suffering.'
And though I said, 'You don't exist,'
she grasped me firmly by the wrist
and threw me down upon my back
and strapped me to her torture rack
And, without further argument
I found my mind was also bent
upon a course so devious
it only made my torment worse
She said, 'I see you cannot speak
is it your voice that is too weak?
Is it your tongue that is to blame?
Maybe you cannot speak for shame.
Or has your brain been idle too,
and now it will not think for you?'
I hastened to make my reply
but found that I could only lie
And like a fool I believed myself
and thought I was somebody else
But she could see what I was then
and left me on my own again



Et la suivante, Something following me. Quand j'étais petite, la seule ligne des paroles que je comprenais était "Imagine my surprise". Voilà les paroles entières.

While standing at the junction on 42nd Street
I idly kick a pebble lying near my feet
I hear a weird noise, take a look up and down
The cause of the commotion is right there on the ground
Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home
but there's no doubt about it, it's my own tombstone
I went into a shop, and bought a loaf of bread
I sank my teeth into it, thought I'd bust my head
I dashed to the dentist, said, 'I've got an awful pain!'
The man looks in my mouth and screams, 'This boy is insane!'
Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home
but there's a lump in my mouth of my own tombstone
I went to see a movie, got the only empty seat
I tried to stretch out in it, something blocking my feet
Finally the lights came up, and I could clearly see
a slab of engraved marble, just staring up at me
Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home
but there's no doubt I'm sitting on my own tombstone



Et maintenant, la huitième, Salad days (are here again). A cause de la première ligne et du ton, je croyais que c'était une chanson romantique, mais en fait ça ressemble plus à un bad trip ^^

You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.'
You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear
I tell you that I can not see but you persist in showing me
those bangles that I paid for long ago
And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low
and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so
Your skin crawls up an octave, your teeth have lost their gleam
The peaches snuggle closer down into the clotted cream
and for some unknown reason my watch begins to chime
and though I beg and plead with you, you tell me it's not time
And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low
and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so
The sun seeps through the window to see if we're still dead
to try to throw some light upon the gloom around our bed
At quarter past the doorbell rings, the water faucet drips and sings
and still my reason will not rhyme, and still you tell me it's not time
And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low
and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so
You really know that it's not so




Enfin voilà, cet album m'a menti longtemps :-)
Je suis toujours fan, ceci dit. ^^

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[User Picture]From: petite_dilly
2015-11-08 11:10 am (UTC)
J'ai peur pour celle-là maintenant :

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[User Picture]From: flo_nelja
2015-11-08 11:25 am (UTC)
Non, celle-là est à peu près normale...

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, 'There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well've been closed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale


Bon elle a ses côtés zarb mais moins que je pensais, au contraire des autres (au lieu de "or another drink" je comprenais "for another dream")

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