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A Cut on the Soul
It was ten years ago, the sweat and the gaze towards Frédéric next to the amplifier could be lost in a fleeting and reverberated snapshot; one of those images I fixed in my head on frames of memory. The darkness embraced me, sometimes, a friend of few words and gestures confused among pets. Suffocating, naturally and simply, those hands I felt rough and rogue on the throat tightening, tightening, and tightening again until my pain was the protagonist of a tragic moment. Damned syncope, you tried to trample my maudit dreams of Morrison, Stooges, Lou Reed and Sonic Youth in Besancon in 1989 and this voice abandoned among hysteria and political impulses: ten years ago, the operation on the vocal cords and the darkness that does not want to leave. Complicated and severe days; the urgency, the strong and moral need to express poorly concealed anger, restlessness, and ideals annihilated by boredom and frustration. The 'black desire' cut off for an endless and authoritarian period. But the heavy chains of physical problems are not enough to make me a passive and apathetic slave, to make anxiety and the fear of defeat prevail. Life, often deceitful and lying, is not enough to erase Denis's silhouette on stage behind the drums and the onset of 'Here it comes slowly'. Or the harshness, and distortions complices of my friend Serge during 'Ici Paris'. I seek an 'Oublie' that can distance me from strange thoughts and darkness in a corner, an alternative to this train whose destination I do not want to know. Here in Paris, where you can meet Marianne the rebel, the air borrows from love and life; and what you have given often does not come back. Here in Paris, I swim in Alice's visions - it can transform, nothing opposes: at the end of the race, it returns to the source, a long wait before stretching into a 'One trip\one noise'. In the voice of 'Marlene' the warmth that alleviates the death of soldiers, in her veins the unconditional love where they find eternal refuge. And 'Johnny Colere' speaks to me and shakes me with words of passion: "forget your father, forget your mother and forget yourself because it's time to choose which side, in which 'camp' to take a stand". I still have the bitter taste of indignation, victory sometimes caresses the hope of belonging to the 'losers' and desperate; malaise, disillusionment in the spat-out lyrics of '7 Minutes' and 'Sober song' like small cuts on the soul.'It spurts', and finally, I bend my head while a green light on the exhausted Fender concludes the concert 'attacking' the extreme right local administration of Toulon, in '97. The bottom of the continent, the gold of the new world. Disposable pyramids, impeccable businessmen when the rain of wisdom 'rots' on sidewalks: 'Tostaky'.
"Oh lord, hear me please, you have to make me sober... It's allright now, but what an awful night. I'm almost reaching the kitchen. I'll drink water till I die..Aspirin, come on please, i don't want to suffer..."
Perhaps someone will be able to look me in the eyes, and not notice the perpetual darkness of these narrow spaces. The abyss where my heart drowned in Vilnius determines moods and habits of the everyday. Many think they know me, dissect me, and annul me since that July 27, 2003. What remains of four adolescent friends from Bordeaux, with the common disease of the new wave, and a madly loved partner; famous actress and daughter of art? A sandcastle eroded and carried away by the wind. Now I wear a mask that doesn't belong to me, a tragic night is not enough to make me a 'monster' and the truth, often, is not written in the newspapers. I carry the horror inside of moments that have torn me apart. I can never forgive myself, certain actions do not represent us, and I ask myself: 'Was I the perpetrator, were my hands stained with blood?!'. Marie if I could... Open with a gash the walls that separate me from the outside, observe the indifference of the clouds in the sky - that immense blue traversed by distant white spots that captured my wonder as a child in Normandy, and breathe. Breathe deeply the air outside. And free myself from the darkness that has imprisoned me for years. It was ten years ago, a slight feedback bid us farewell from the audience and behind me Barthe's spontaneous smile accompanied my joy for a dense, vital, and successful live; in a word 'electric': in Toulon those clear, firm, political positions left a mark. It was 1997.
Les Noir Désir, French rock standard-bearers at the dawn of the Nineties with Mano Negra and Les Negresses Vertes.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Here It Comes Slowly (03:03)
Crawling like a thunder slug
Now it smells like a war drug
Here it comes slowly
Here it comes slowly
Deeply burried in the bowels
Now it spurts out of the wells
Here it comes slowly
Here it comes slowly
We can keep that beast away it still lays in its gore
We'll never stand fascism anymore
No way out no miracle, just stop it your blood
Has your neighbour really understood ?!
We all wallow in dirt
But there's a shadow to hurt
Crawling like a thunder slug
Now it smells like a war drug
Deeply buried in the bowels
Now it spurts out of the wells
Sad shit flowing to the skin
No one forget what you mean
If it grows up like a death tree
Why don't we beat it down here and now ?
02 Ici Paris (03:37)
Marianne rebelle me disait
Qu'elle est plus jolie métissée
Ici Paris
Caravanes, vent du désert,
Mais nous n'irons plus à la guerre
A l'attaque
Ici New York, ici Moscou
Chacun pour soi, tous pour les sous
Solidaires
Ici Paris
Epargne moi
Ici Paris (3)
Adonis et bulldozer
S'accouplent à la volontaire
Ici Paris
Hola madonne tu m'étonnes
Enlève ce col qui te donne
L'air emprunté
A l'amour et à la vie
A Syd Barret et c'est fini
Ici Londres
Ici Paris
Epargne moi
Ici Paris (3)
03 Oublié (04:33)
Je ne t'en veux pas
Je ne te vois pas
Et j'ai oublié
Qui tu etais
Qu'est ce que j'ai bien pu faire
De ce souvenir
J'ai oublié
Je ne t'en veux pas
Je ne te vois pas
L'histoire de ce train
Ne me dit rien
De quoi nous avons parlé
A la fin de l'été
J'ai oublié
J'ai tout oublié
Oublié
04 Alice (03:55)
Alice a le don
De la métamorphose
Elle peut se transformer
Et rien ne s'y oppose
Alice a le don
Alice a le doigt
Qui se perd sur le globe
Elle suit le tracé des rivières
Et traverse la terre
Alice a le doigt
Alice se frotte
A l'immersion
Et au diadème solaire
Enfin à d'autres visions
Alice se frotte
Allez Alice se frotte
Assise au milieu des ondes
Alice est féconde
A dada sur son monde
Elle envoie ses flèches
A la fin oui tout s'explique
Réve et mécanique
Le ciel électrique
Des télévisions
Alice se regarde
Alanguie sur son plume
Elle a tant flotté dans l'éther
Qu'elle arrive à la lune
Alice veut le meilleur
Alice fait sa nuit
Dans des villes enchantées
Et elle se réveille au matin
Sur des terres brûlées
Alice fait sa nuit
Quand sur ses ailes d'acier
Dans des lits d'initiés
Elle sent le point du jour
Elle a fait le tour
Alice se sort de la faille
Et revient à sa taille
Alors le monde entier
Redevient normal
Alice est comme ça
07 Marlène (03:03)
Oh Marlène
Les cœurs saignent
Et s'accrochent en haut
De tes bas
Oh Marlène
Dans tes veines
Coule l'amour
Des soldats
Et quand ils meurent ou s'endorment
C'est la chaleur de ta voix
Qui les apaise, et les traîne
Jusqu'en dehors des combats
Oh Marlène, c'est la haine
Qui nous a amené là
Mais Marlène, dans tes veines
Coulait l'amour des soldats
Eux quand ils meurent
Ou s'endorment
C'est dans le creux de tes bras
Qu'ils s'abandonnent
Et qu'ils brûlent
Comme un clope
Entre tes doigts
Hier und immer,
Da kennt man sie,
Kreuz unter Kreuzen
Marlène immer liebt
08 Johnny colère (02:17)
Johnny m'a dit, Johnny m'a dit
Oublie ton père, oublie ta mère
Oublie ton coeur, oublie tes moeurs
Johnny m'a dit, Johnny m'a dit
Tupamaramos, Cangaceiros
C'est le camp qu'il faut choisir
Johnny m'a dit, Johnny m'a dit
Tout ça un soir où le ciel zèbré d'éclairs
Nous déclarait "Nous allons fonder le parti unique"
Johnny m'a dit, Johnny m'a dit
Rejoins tes frères, rejoins tes soeurs
Bois le sang de ton ennemi
Johnny m'a dit, Johnny m'a dit
Ecarte le rouge, écarte le blanc
La seule couleur, c'est noir brillant
Johnny m'a dit, Johnny m'a dit
Tout ça un soir où le ciel zèbré d'éclairs
Nous déclarait "Nous allons fonder le parti unique"
Et la victoire caresse l'espoir de nous appartenir
Et la victoire caresse l'espoir de nous appartenir
Car il faut tenir
Johnny m'a dit
Johnny m'a dit
Johnny m'a dit
Johnny m'a dit
09 7 Minutes (06:01)
Between skies and field
This land in midnight lights
Cold summer, cold summer
Till the end of time
The earth's like a belly
An heavy sleeping beast
But with her big eyes open
And cities are inside
Still standing on the hill
This city's like an ocean
Enjoy the metal waves
In which we drown ourselves
Don't you breathe anymore
Are you far from the next corner?
Your race is burning the pavement
Welcome to the city
The city's done for you
Yell with the underdogs
Make sure they won't bite you
11 It Spurts (03:53)
Nobody i'll drag me into this
Stinking thoughts i know you
You won't never carry it off
Even if you're kind with me
Get out leave me alone
And have a nice day asshole
I know why you're a pretty cynic shit
That i can't stand anymore
So sorry about that but
I feel like you pick on me boy
Get out leave me alone
And have a nice day asshole
Listen and see
Don't try it with me (x3)
I told you
Well you been drinking a lot
And your head's going round
Of course you think i'm a
Parano•ac silly dirty wicked boy
And you're a pain in my aah
So come on
Stop
I fuck you
Shut up
I'll kill you
Fuck off
You always drive me crazy
Get out leave me alone
And have a nice day asshole
Listen and see
Don't try it with me (x3)
I told you
You don't even know anything true
About my life
Poison
Explodes
And spurts out of our souls
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By Torre Ste
The band’s rock fills the auditory pavilion: distorted guitars and the insolent voice of the leader capable of charging the listener.
The most significant song on the album is certainly "Tostaky (le continent)" where Cantat & Co. bring out all the rage from the guts against everything that’s wrong in the world.
By stargazer
Noir Désir definitively abandon the status of 'next big thing' to become one of the most important rock groups France has ever had.
An album of great value, capable of providing strong emotions with every listen, despite being 14 years old.
