Genesis / The Musical Box
Nursery Cryme (1971, Charisma)
Il est dommage qu'un final lourdingue vienne gâcher dix minutes d'une délicieuse tension progressive, savamment entretenue, retenue, relancée, va-et-vient d'arpèges de guitare sombre, d'inquiétantes pauses flûtées et de murmures malsains. Jusqu'à cette explosion de guitare et d'orgue, fabuleuse gerbe d'accords rageurs, un coup à droite, deux coups à gauche. Pause encore. Et ça repart de plus belle dans des solos mélodiques cette fois, où l'on a parfois du mal à identifier qui de l'orgue ou de la guitare... Fausse pause à nouveau – mais pourquoi tant de pauses ? C'est pour mieux te dévaster ensuite, mon enfant... Dévastation, donc, où les cris de Peter Gabriel se noient dans une apocalypse qui, malheureusement, s'achève dans le pompier. En cela, The Musical Box fonde tout ce que l'on aimera et détestera chez Genesis. Il n'en reste pas moins un très grand morceau, impressionnant de maîtrise instrumentale et harmonique.
18 juillet 2010
Vidéo / The Musical Box
Concert de 1973.
Auteurs
Textes : Peter Gabriel. Musique : Genesis.
Paroles
Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.
And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
So he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
But the clock, tick-tock,
On the mantlepiece -
And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch,
Her warmth...
She's a lady, she's got time,
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.
She's a lady, she is mine.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.
I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say.
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Touch me now, now, now, now, now...
