#4 Les lyrics du jeudi /// Joanna Newsom

Joanna Newsom - Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie

Il y a des textes qui savent fasciner par leur beauté sans pour autant se laisser docilement comprendre. Un enchaînement de phrases qui nous touchent au plus profond de nous, laissant notre conscience perplexe mais nourrissant ostensiblement notre inconscient.

De ces matins où le ciel ressemble étrangement à une route, de ces dragons nés pour avoir et garder, Joanna Newsom sort une ballade faite de rêveries et de regards perdus, d'attentes et d'espoirs, d'animaux reclus dans leur coque, de destins et de vie.

Une chanson portée par sa voix enfantine qui lui donne une jolie portée naïve, un monde tissé par le son de sa harpe, quelque chose de simple et de sensible, bien loin des morceaux grandiloquents qu'elle livrera par la suite.

Le texte :

That means no
where I come from
I am cold, out waiting for the day to come

I chew my lips, and I scratch my nose
feels so good to be a rose

Oh don't, don't you lift me up
like I'm that shy, no no no no no,
just give it up
There are bats all dissolving in a row
into the wishy-washy dark that cannot let go
and I cannot let go
so I thank the lord
and I thank his sword
though it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored

O, morning without warning like a hole
and I watch you go
There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road
There are some dragons who were built to have and hold
And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly
and some great bellies ache with many bumblebees
(and they sting so terribly)

I do as I please
Now I'm on my knees
Your skin is something that I stir into my tea
And I am watching you
and you are starry, starry, starry
and I'm tumbling down, and I check a frown
Well, just look around
It's why I love this town
just see me serenaded hourly! celebrated sourly!
dedicated dourly; waltzing with the open sea
Clam, crab, cockle, cowrie
will you just look at me?