I DON’T WANNA TO GROW UP(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan)
Album Bone Machine (1993)

When I’m lyin’ in my bed at night, I don’t wanna grow up
Nothin’ ever seems to turn out right, I don’t wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog that’s always changing things
A Makes me wish that I could be a dog

When I see the price that you pay I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t ever want to be that way I don’t wanna grow up
Seems like folks turn into things that they’d never want
The only thing to live for is today

I’m gonna put a hole in my tv set I don’t wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest and I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t wanna have to shout it out
I don’t want my hair to fall out
I don’t wanna be filled with doubt
I don’t wanna be a good boy scout
I don’t wanna have to learn to count
I don’t wanna have the biggest amount
I don’t wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight I don’t wanna grow up
They all go out and drinkin’ all night and I don’t wanna grow up
I’d rather stay here in my room Nothin’ out there but sad and gloom
I don’t wanna live in a big old tomb on Grant Street

When I see the 5 o’clock news I don’t wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes I don’t wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don’t wanna put no money down
I don’t wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don’t wanna float a broom
all in love and get married then boom
How the hell did it get here so soon
I don’t wanna grow up

La belle folie! La folie qui parfois réussit à me convaincre de ne pas être un réel misanthrope. Y jeter un oeil, c’est aimer les belles idées que nous sommes encore capables avoir comme espèce.

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Bon, aujourd’hui j’initie une nouvelle catégorie, Inspiration. Bon, en somme, il s’agira de trucs et bidules qui font naître des idées, des images fortes dans mon pauvre petit être sensible.

Aujourd’hui, des guerriers zoulous donnent une leçon à l’Empire britannique, à son arrogance et à l’imbécile sacrifice qu’il exigea de jeunes hommes de tous les coins du monde..

Impi
Johnny Clegg

Impi! wo ‘nans’ impi iyeza
Obani bengathinta amabhubesi?

All along the river Chelmsford‘s army lay asleep
Come to crush the Children of Mageba
Come to exact the Realm’s price for peace

And in the morning as they saddled up to ride
Their eyes shone with the fire and the steel
The General told them of the task that lay ahead
To bring the People of the Sky to heel

Impi! wo ‘nans’ impi iyeza
Obani bengathinta amabhubesi?

Mud and sweat on polished leather
Warm rain seeping to the bone
They rode through the season’s wet weather
Straining for a glimpse of the foe

Hopeless battalion destined to die
Broken by the Benders of Kings
Vain glorious General and Victorian pride
Would cost him and eight hundred men their lives

Impi! wo ‘nans’ impi iyeza
Obani bengathinta amabhubesi?

They came to the side of the mountain
Scouts rode out to spy the land
Even as the Realm’s soldiers lay resting
Mageba’s forces were at hand

And by the evening the vultures were wheeling
Above the ruins where the fallen lay
An ancient song as old as the ashes
Echoed as Mageba’s warriors marched away

Impi! wo ‘nans’ impi iyeza
Obani bengathinta amabhubesi?

Une armée de « sous civilisés » vainc le puissante armée britannique. L’Empire, si arrogant, sous estime la conviction de ses opposants. L’Empire nie l’existence, l’humanité de son ennemi et parfois, quelques fois, on juge de toute l’absurdité de cette prétention et des morts dont il se nourrit. « Come to exact the Realm’s price for peace »…