{"id":1125,"date":"2017-08-28T21:41:43","date_gmt":"2017-08-28T20:41:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.cousumouche.com\/plusbellechanson\/?p=1125"},"modified":"2017-09-18T15:39:48","modified_gmt":"2017-09-18T14:39:48","slug":"angel-angel-down-we-go-morrissey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.cousumouche.com\/plusbellechanson\/?p=1125","title":{"rendered":"Angel, Angel, Down We Go Together &#8211; Morrissey"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Tout s\u2019\u00e9tait termin\u00e9 le jour-m\u00eame o\u00f9 tout avait commenc\u00e9. Un d\u00e9but pr\u00e9sage une fin, irr\u00e9m\u00e9diablement. Impermanence. Mais pas aussi vite, pas aussi brutalement. Utopie d\u2019une possibilit\u00e9 et d\u2019un absolu, d\u2019un sentiment si grand qu\u2019il balayait tout sur son passage. C\u2019\u00e9tait tout simplement impossible.<br \/>\nTu avais grav\u00e9 ce constat dans ma chair \u00e0 vif. En ce matin glacial et enneig\u00e9. En ce lendemain d\u2019un moment inesp\u00e9r\u00e9 de gr\u00e2ce partag\u00e9.<\/p>\n<p>La neige avait recouvert le sol et les arbres en une nuit. Comme si la chaleur de la soir\u00e9e n\u2019avait jamais exist\u00e9. Un froid glacial avait tout envahi et s\u2019\u00e9tait propag\u00e9 dans les moindres recoins de mon corps et de mon \u00e2me. A partir de ce triste matin, nous avons sombr\u00e9 ensemble. Mon c\u0153ur est devenu gris et froid. Le tien s\u2019est renferm\u00e9 encore plus. Je ne l\u2019entendais plus, je ne l\u2019entendrais plus jamais. D\u2019ailleurs, l\u2019avais-je un jour vraiment senti battre ?<br \/>\nEt pourtant, il y avait l\u2019attente impatiente de se revoir enfin, libres.<br \/>\nCe concert, dans cette ville, ch\u00e8re \u00e0 ton c\u0153ur. De la musique, des gens, je m\u2019\u00e9tais sentie si vivante, croyant l\u2019espace d\u2019un instant que notre r\u00eave se r\u00e9alisait. Pourtant, le message d\u2019Arcade Fire avait \u00e9t\u00e9 clair ce soir-l\u00e0. Sourde, je l\u2019avais ignor\u00e9 :<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cMy body is a cage that keeps me<\/em><br \/>\n<em> From dancing with the one I love<\/em><br \/>\n<em> But my mind holds the key\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Tu avais d\u00e9j\u00e0 verrouill\u00e9 ton c\u0153ur. Raison vs Sentiments. L\u2019\u00e9ternelle question. Choisir.<br \/>\nMoi, j\u2019avais fonc\u00e9, mais toi, tu n\u2019y arriverais pas.<br \/>\nD\u00e8s ce jour, je me suis mise \u00e0 ha\u00efr l\u2019espoir, cette porte laiss\u00e9e entrouverte. En tra\u00eetre, la r\u00e9alit\u00e9 n\u2019avait pris que peu de temps pour nous rattraper. Aussi brutale qu\u2019un coup de poignard, en plein milieu du c\u0153ur. Impossible. Absolu. Impossible. On m\u2019arrache le c\u0153ur. Je m\u2019effondre.<br \/>\nMon c\u0153ur s\u2019est \u00e9teint, cette nuit-l\u00e0, vers 5h00 du matin.<br \/>\nEntre une porte coch\u00e8re et le store baiss\u00e9 d\u2019une terrasse.<br \/>\nNous nous sommes embrass\u00e9s, enlac\u00e9s, dans cette rue d\u00e9serte, prot\u00e9g\u00e9s par l\u2019obscurit\u00e9.<br \/>\nLe monde autour de nous n\u2019existait plus. Ni peur, ni froid, ni peine, ni espoir.<br \/>\nJuste le temps d\u2019une ou deux chansons.<br \/>\nLa terre continuait sa ronde pendant ce temps.<br \/>\nSeuls, chacun de notre c\u00f4t\u00e9, la r\u00e9alit\u00e9 \u00e0 affronter.<br \/>\nLa chute est entam\u00e9e, d\u00e8s que le mot \u00ab impossible \u00bb a \u00e9t\u00e9 prononc\u00e9.<br \/>\nLa porte du taxi se referme.<br \/>\nMes larmes se solidifient sur mes joues.<br \/>\nTu n\u2019es plus l\u00e0 et tu ne le seras jamais.<br \/>\nLe r\u00eave s\u2019est disloqu\u00e9 sur le sol gel\u00e9.<br \/>\nJe ne te croirai plus quand tu me chanteras :<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cAngel, Angel<\/em><br \/>\n<em> don&rsquo;t take your life tonight<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I know they take<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and that they take in turn<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and they give you nothing real<\/em><br \/>\n<em> for yourself in return<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and when they&rsquo;ve used you<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and they&rsquo;ve broken you<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and wasted all your money<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and cast your shell aside<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and when they&rsquo;ve bought you<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and they&rsquo;ve sold you<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and they&rsquo;ve billed you for the pleasure<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and they&rsquo;ve made your parents cry<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I will be here<\/em><br \/>\n<em> BELIEVE ME<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I will be here<\/em><br \/>\n<em> &#8230;believe me<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Angel, don&rsquo;t take your life<\/em><br \/>\n<em> some people have got no pride<\/em><br \/>\n<em> they do not understand<\/em><br \/>\n<em> the Urgency of life<\/em><br \/>\n<em> but I love you more than life<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I love you more than life\u201d<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I love you more than life<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I love you more than life \u201c<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Olvia Gerig<\/p>\n<p>https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=Pkj6gxjQxaA<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tout s\u2019\u00e9tait termin\u00e9 le jour-m\u00eame o\u00f9 tout avait commenc\u00e9. Un d\u00e9but pr\u00e9sage une fin, irr\u00e9m\u00e9diablement. Impermanence. Mais pas aussi vite, pas aussi brutalement. Utopie d\u2019une possibilit\u00e9 et d\u2019un absolu, d\u2019un sentiment si grand qu\u2019il balayait tout sur son passage. C\u2019\u00e9tait tout simplement impossible. Tu avais grav\u00e9 ce constat dans ma chair \u00e0 vif. En ce &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.cousumouche.com\/plusbellechanson\/?p=1125\" class=\"more-link\">Continuer la lecture de <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Angel, Angel, Down We Go Together &#8211; Morrissey<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":295,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[262,1370,542,1057,226,1407,1408,102,249,527,1250],"class_list":["post-1125","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-chansons","tag-ange","tag-chair","tag-coeur","tag-grace","tag-hiver","tag-morrissey","tag-neige","tag-passion","tag-reve","tag-separation","tag-utopie"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cousumouche.com\/plusbellechanson\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1125","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cousumouche.com\/plusbellechanson\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cousumouche.com\/plusbellechanson\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cousumouche.com\/plusbellechanson\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/295"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cousumouche.com\/plusbellechanson\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1125"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.cousumouche.com\/plusbellechanson\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1125\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1153,"href":"http:\/\/www.cousumouche.com\/plusbellechanson\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1125\/revisions\/1153"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cousumouche.com\/plusbellechanson\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1125"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cousumouche.com\/plusbellechanson\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1125"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cousumouche.com\/plusbellechanson\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1125"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}