Saturday, December 19, 2015

Anne Vanderlove - Bernard Lavilliers - The big tide


Original Title: "La grande marée"
Text: Bernard Lavilliers

An idol with feet of clay watches over the border
Kids with fragile hands play with the dirt
The widows with long feverish fingers distil the tea
An old man with tranquil eyes gets out of the smoke

It's the big tide, the big tide, the big tide
It's the big tide, the big tide, the big tide

A king paraylised by loneliness on his derisory throne
A coffee, a clock, a piece of sidewalk
A wake up sinister and funny on the shoulder of a worker
Who is going at the end of the mole, toward eternity

It's the big tide, the big tide, the big tide
It's the big tide, the big tide, the big tide

The kids playing under the shadow of the truncheons
The weather that is, six months of prison in Maniac
A star has fallen in my guitar
If I was a believer, it'd be a gift from the sky

It's the big tide, the big tide, the big tide
It's the big tide, the big tide, the big tide

The streets have no nooks anymore, no more dead angles
It eases the balance of powers
There are no lovers anymore, no public benches anymore
We are forever tanned
Our vocabulary is reduced to fifty words
We plug our sexes in the local supply
And our spermatozoids are calibrated and placed in banks
They serve as currency to the eunuchs who govern us
Our society of abundance is making marvels, there is only one class left
Though when reflecting upon it there is another one
But we are advised against thinking
We never make love anymore, except once in a while
With the wardens who watches over us
Mine is frigid.

It's the big tide, the big tide, the big tide
It's the big tide, the big tide, the big tide
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