[Jeu Musical] Le Mot -> Musique

 elle me pendait à l'arborescence celle de West Side Story !

http://thecolbertreport.cc.com/videos/964kg3/stephen---friends----we-ll-meet-again-

And it starts
sometime around midnight,
Or at least that's when you lose yourself
for a minute or two.
As you stand
under the bar lights.
And the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while.
And the piano's this melancholy soundtrack
to her smile
And that white dress she's wearing
you haven't seen her for a while.

But you know
that she's watching.
She's laughing, she's turning,
She's holding her tonic like a cross.
The room's suddenly spinning.
She walks up and asks how you are.
So you can smell her perfume,
You can see her lying naked in your arms.

And so there's a change
in your emotions.
And all these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind.
Of the curl of your bodies,
like two perfect circles entwined.
And you feel hopeless and homeless
and lost in the haze of the wine.

Then she leaves
with someone you don't know,
But she makes sure you saw her;
She looks right at you and bolts.
As she walks out the door,
your blood boiling, your stomach in ropes.
Oh and when your friends say,
"What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Then you walk
under the streetlights,
And you're too drunk to notice
that everyone is staring at you.
You just don't care what you look like,
the world is falling around you.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You know that she'll break you in two.

On avait pas prévu de se revoir aussi tôt.
Tu traversais la rue, je rentrais dans le métro.
J’ai tout de suite reconnu, reconnu ton manteau.
T’avais rien de prévu, on a été se prendre un pot

On avait pas prévu, de s’embrasser aussi tôt.
En fait on a rien bu, on s’est roulé des palots
Comme on était foutus, comme il ne faisait pas beau
Comme on était perdus, comme on était trop trop chaud.

On a fait l’amour comme avant, comme quand on avait pas peur.
On a fait l’amour comme quand, on se connaissait par cœur.

On avait pas prévu de se revoir aussi tard.
T’as tout de suite reconnu, reconnu ma guitare.
D’abord on a pas pu, on a pas pu y croire
On était tout émus, on était tout bizarres.

Depuis qu’on s’était vu, y’en a eu des histoires.
Toute une vie de vécue, des problèmes de mémoire.
Ce coup là on a bu jusqu’au soir.
On s’est pas retenu, on s’est pas dit au revoir.

On a fait l’amour comme avant, comme quand on avait pas peur.
On a fait l’amour comme quand, on se connaissait par cœur.
On a fait l’amour comme avant, comme quand on avait pas peur.
On a fait l’amour comme quand, on se connaissait par cœur.

Je fais gagner Kass avec Lamontagne, le moins alphonsinien des deux. Ça a vraiment failli être Yannick, mais le morceau de Kass correspond bien mieux à mon humeur du moment.

1. couper le son de la 1ère vidéo
2. démarrer la 1ère vidéo à 0:51
3. démarrer la 2ème

When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again

Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away

And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?

http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Variations_Goldberg#Structure
Et je l'ai mis en version clavecin (évidemment ), les versions au piano m'endorment (oui oui, même celle de Glenn Gould)

Me trotte dans la tête depuis que j'ai lu le thème. J'avoue que c'est surtout pour le début (jusqu'à 4min environ)

j'ai rien compris mais ça colle avec ma danseuse