Tayo !

Dimanche

Sunday Morning Comin Down par Johnny Cash et Kris Kristofferson (auteur de la chanson).

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I’d smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I’d been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I’d lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothing short a’ dying
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothing short a’ dying
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

Les forges oubliées du Suzon

Situées dans l’étroit val du Suzon, elles furent actives de 1824 à 1872, date de leur fermeture définitive.

Quelques photos prises il y a une semaine ….

       

Les environs (village, rivière, étendues …)

          

Samedi

Saturday Night Alright For Fighting  en live par Queen pour cette reprise d’un excellent titre* d’Elton John datant de l’époque Good Bye Yellow Brick Road, 1973.

Si si … fut un temps, lointain, où Elton John enregistrait des trucs inspirés.

It’s getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It’s seven o’clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer My old man’s drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady she don’t care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair chorus Don’t give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night’s alright for fighting
Get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
‘Cause Saturday night’s the night I like
Saturday night’s alright, alright, alright Well they’re packed pretty tight in here tonight
I’m looking for a dolly who’ll see me right
I may use a little muscle to get what I need
I may sink a little drink and shout out « She’s with me! » A couple of the sound that I really like
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike
I’m a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass

Vendredi

Friday On My Mind par Gary Moore (faux?) live à Stockholm en 1987 (une reprise du classique des Easybeats, dont l’original est visible ici).

Dans les années 80, Stockholm était la capitale européenne du brushing et des hardos FM. 

Lors de mon séjour en 2007, je m’attendais à voir des chevelus nourris au solos de guitare et de synthés à tous les coins de rue. Misère ! Pas un seul. Les temps changent …

En tout cas, cette « teenage song » n’a pas perdu de son efficacité, malgré le traitement FM que lui inflige Gary Moore.

A 2:13, NE PAS LOUPER LE GESTE DU BLONDINET AU CLAVIER, QUI REMET SA MECHE DE CHEVEUX EN PLACE !!

Monday morning feels so bad,
Ev’rybody seems to nag me
Coming tuesday I feel better,
Even my old man looks good,
Wednesday just don’t go,
Thursday goes too slow,
I’ve got Friday on my mind

Gonna have fun in the city,
Be with my girl she’s so pretty,
She looks fine tonight,
She is out of sight to me,
Tonight….I spend my bread,
Tonight…I lose my head,
Tonight…I got to get tonight
Monday I have Friday on my mind.

Do the five day drag once more,
Know of nothing else that bugs me
More than working for the rich man,
Hey I’ll change that scene one day,
Today I might be mad,
Tomorrow I’ll be glad,
I’ve got Friday on my mind,

Gonna have fun in the city,
Be with my girl she’s so pretty,
She looks fine tonight,
She is out of sight to me,
Tonight….I spend my bread,
Tonight…I lose my head,
Tonight…I got to get tonight
Monday I have Friday on my mind.

Jeudi

Thursdays Child – David Bowie

Le seul titre que j’ai découvert spécialement pour illustrer les jours de cette semaine. Les chansons avec Thursday dans le titre semblent plutôt rares … Joli clip.

All of my life I’ve tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had
Nothing much happened all the same

Something about me stood apart
A whisper of hope that seemed to fail
Maybe I’m born right out of my time
Breaking my life in two

[CHORUS]
Throw me tomorrow
Now that I’ve really got a chance
Throw me tomorrow
Everything’s falling into place
Throw me tomorrow
Seeing my past to let it go
Throw me tomorrow
Only for you I don’t regret
That I was Thursday’s child

Monday Tuesday Wednesday born I was
Monday Tuesday Wednesday born I was
Thursday’s child

Sometimes I cried my heart to sleep
Shuffling days and lonesome nights
Sometimes my courage fell to my feet

Lucky old sun is in my sky
Nothing prepared me for your smile
Lighting the darkness of my soul
Innocence in your arms

[CHORUS]

Mercredi

Sad Sad Wenesday par Bruce Joyner & The Plantations (sur l’album Slave Of Emotions, 1984, produit par Tom Byars).

Aux dernières nouvelles que j’ai reçu de lui, récemment, son projet avance. Espérons que nous le reverrons bientôt ….

En écoute :

Mardi

Ruby Tuesday – The Rolling Stones

L’excellence ! Quand on pond un refrain pareil, avec de telles harmonies, le reste est pardonné …

She would never say where she came from
Yesterday don’t matter if it’s gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I’m gonna miss you…

Don’t question why she needs to be so free
She’ll tell you it’s the only way to be
She just can’t be chained
To a life where nothing’s gained
And nothing’s lost
At such a cost

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I’m gonna miss you…

There’s no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Ain’t life unkind?

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I’m gonna miss you