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Sujet: Suzanne Vega Sam 27 Juil - 22:24
J'écoute bien autre chose que du métal et un de mes artiste préféré est Suzanne Vega. Elle a vécu son enfance dans un quartier défavorisé de New York, à l'âge de neuf ans, elle écrit ses premiers poèmes, et à Quatorze ans, elle compose sa première chanson. Elle balance entre pop, folk, Dance, industrial et rock, mais toujours avec douceur, contrairement au slogan des années '80: "toujours plus gros, toujours plus fort !". Son album le plus notable est Solitude Standing. Ses plus grands hits proviènnent justement de cet album, et son Tom's Diner et Luka.
Tom's Diner est séparé en deux. Le premier morceau ouvre l'album et est a cappella, le second ferme l'album et est uniquement instrumental. Les interprétations possibles sont nombreuses, mais la plus communes est une observation de la vie quotidienne où de très nombreuses choses se produisent mais dont on a l'impression d'en être toujours extérieur.
Parole:
I am sitting In the morning At the diner On the corner
I am waiting At the counter For the man To pour the coffee
And he fills it Only halfway And before I even argue
He is looking Out the window At somebody Coming in
"It is always Nice to see you" Says the man Behind the counter
To the woman Who has come in She is shaking Her umbrella
And I look The other way As they are kissing Their hellos
I'm pretending Not to see them And instead I pour the milk
I open Up the paper There's a story Of an actor
Who had died While he was drinking It was no one I had heard of
And I'm turning To the horoscope And looking For the funnies
When I'm feeling Someone watching me And so I raise my head
There's a woman On the outside Looking inside Does she see me?
No she does not Really see me 'Cause she sees Her own reflection
And I'm trying Not to notice That she's hitching Up her skirt
And while she's Straightening her stockings Her hair Has gotten wet
Oh, this rain It will continue Through the morning As I'm listening
To the bells Of the cathedral I am thinking Of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic Once upon a time Before the rain began...
I finish up my coffee It's time to catch the train
Voici un live en République Tchèque assez fameux, durant le 20ème anniversaire du printemps de Prague:
Un intérésante interprétation:
Strange, I've heard this song like a million times, but only when I stopped and read the lyrics (on one of the lyrics websites) did the start to make sense to me. My take: It's a snapshot of the speaker's feelings during a short morning scene at a cafe. She doesn't seem to be feeling great about herself. First, she's ignored by the waiter, who then goes on to show preferential treatment to another customer. She tries to turn to something else, the paper, but the news there is bad too - an actor who died while drinking. Perhaps the speaker is also an artist and can't help but identify with the actor - will her stumbling career end that way too? Okay, maybe that was a bit of a stretch - but at the very least, encountering that article seems to reflect and enhance the speaker's gloominess. "Turning to the horoscope" - equates to asking: and what will be of ME? And again, perhaps asking, how will my fate end up compared to that actor? "Looking for the funnies" - in hope of consolation, that she does not get to, once again, because she's interrupted by the feeling of being watched.
Now, this being watched thing can be read at more than one level. Perhaps, as others suggested, this shows the disconnection between people (the other woman can't see her). But on another level, I'd say the other woman is the speaker as well. I mean, "on the outside, looking inside" is a perfect description of introspection. "Does she see me?" - do I understand myself? or, perhaps, does my external behavior reflect who I am? Can I see myself for who I truly am, or have I got caught up in my "reflection",i.e. the face I like to show to the world.
"Hitching up her skirt…. and while she's straightening her stocking / her hair has gotten wet" The author is reflecting on how stressing (and perhaps using) her sexuality has worked out for her. Did she get damaged along the way ("her hair has gotten wet").
"Wet" seems to represents sadness - as is evidenced by the sigh "oh… this rain" - the gloomy period in the speaker's life isn't over yet. Perhaps it will continue as long as she's "listening to … the cathedral… thinking of your voice", that is, not over him.
Source: http://songmeanings.com/songs/view/10730/
Luka est l'histoire de Luka (évident), qui est un enfant battu mais qui dénie et le cache. Le rythme joyeux de la chanson renforce la métaphore du déni. Voici ce qu'elle dit dans une interview:
Il ya quelques années, j'avais l'habitude de voir ce groupe d'enfants jouant en face de mon immeuble, et il y avait un d'entre eux, dont le nom était Luka, qui semblait un peu différente des autres enfants. Je me suis toujours souvenu de son nom, et je me rappelais toujours son visage, et je ne savais pas grand chose sur lui, mais il ne semblait distinguer de ces autres enfants que j'avais l’habitude de voir jouer. C'est de son caractère que je me suis basé pour la chanson Luka. Dans la chanson, le garçon Luka est un enfant maltraité, dans la vraie vie je ne pense pas qu'il était. Je crois qu'il était juste différent.
Ecoutez ce chef d'oeuvre !!
Paroles:
My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think you've seen me before If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was
I think it's 'cause I'm clumsy I try not to talk too loud Maybe it's because I'm crazy I try not to act too proud They only hit until you cry And after that you don't ask why You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore
Yes I think I'm okay Walked into the door again Well, if you ask that's what I'll say And it's not your business anyway I guess I'd like to be alone With nothing broken, nothing thrown Just don't ask me how I am Just don't ask me how I am Just don't ask me how I am
My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think you've seen me before If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was
They only hit until you cry And after that you don't ask why You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore
Voilà, voilà, je vous conseille aussi l'album 99,9°C qui l'a rendu mondialement celèbre, en espérant que vous apreciez aussi !
Sujet: Un flashback inattendu! Mar 30 Juil - 13:05
Wouah! En un premier moment, ce nom ne me disait rien...mais après avoir lu le nom de la chanson "Luka" j'ai eu un brusque flashback dans le passé...je me souviens d'avoir analysé cette compo en troisième année de lycée pendant les cours d'anglais avec le lecteur (de beaux souvenirs...) et d'avoir savouré les vers et le contenu vraiment pas banal du texte.
Merci à Feannor pour ce plongeon dans le passé, et pour avoir amené cette artiste véritablement intéressante à l'attention du forum! En attendant de recevoir davantage d'anecdotes et d'infos sur Suzanne Vega par Feannor, je lui dis BRAVO!!! :16:
P.S. Après des mois le Comte montre de nouveau sa sale trombine sur le Forum, hourrah! :17:
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Sujet: Re: Suzanne Vega Ven 2 Aoû - 15:27
Ahhhh! Mais c'est que c'est très sympathique tout ça! Elle a une voix très reposante, je trouve, j'aime beaucoup. Je viens de passer ma journée à bronzer au bord d'un lac, il faut hyper chaud, je viens de rentrer, de prendre ma douche et là, je me pose, et je tombe sur ça... Vous pouvez pas savoir le bien que ça fait! Merci Feannor!
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