4 avr. 2015

Neil Young, Tulsa et Houellebecq

Les chansons de Neil Young sont faites pour ceux qui sont souvent malheureux, solitaires, qui frôlent les portes du désespoir ; mais qui continuent cependant de croire que le bonheur est possible. Pour ceux qui ne sont pas toujours heureux en amour, mais qui sont toujours amoureux de nouveau. Qui connaissent la tentation du cynisme sans être capables d'y céder très longtemps [...] Quand j'écoute ces immenses dérives déstructurées, improbables, qui jalonnent son oeuvre (Last Trip To Tulsa, Twilight, Inca Queen, Cortez The Killer) c'est toujours la même image qui me vient à l'esprit : un homme avance, sur un chemin difficile et rocailleux. Souvent il tombe, il a les genoux en sang ; il se relève et continue à avancer. La guitare électrique traverse des paysages étranges, effrayants ou sublimes ; parfois tout se calme, et le monde bat au rythme d'un balancement chaud ; parfois, la violence et la terreur envahissent le monde.
(Houellebecq dans un article pour Le Dictionnaire du Rock de Michka Assayas (Robert-Laffont 2000)


"Last Trip To Tulsa"
(ces paroles ne sont pas toutes dans le 45 tours ci-dessus)

Well, I used to drive a cab, you know
I heard a siren scream
Pulled over to the corner
And I fell into a dream

There were two men eating pennies
And three young girls who cried
"The West coast is falling
I see rocks in the sky"

The preacher took his Bible
And laid it on the stool
He said, "With the congregation running
Why should I play the fool?"

Well, I used to be a woman, you know
I took you for a ride
I let you fly my airplane
It looked good for your pride

'Cause you're the kind of man you know
Who likes what he says
I wonder what's it's like
To be so far over my head

Well, the lady made the wedding
And she brought along the ring
She got down on her knees
And said, "Let's get on with this thing"

Well, I used to be a folk singer
Keeping managers alive
When you saw me on a corner
And told me I was jive

So I unlocked your mind, you know
To see what I could see
If you guarantee the postage
I'll mail you back the key

Well I woke up in the morning
With an arrow through my nose
There was an Indian in the corner
Tryin' on my clothes

Well, I used to be asleep you know
With blankets on my bed
I stayed there for a while
'Til they discovered I was dead

The coroner was friendly
And I liked him quite a lot
If I hadn't have been a woman
I guess I'd never have been caught
They gave me back my house and car
And nothing more was said

Well, I was driving down the freeway
When my car ran out of gas
Pulled over to the station
But I was afraid to ask

The servicemen were yellow
And the gasoline was green
Although I knew I couldn't
I thought that I was gonna scream

That was on my last trip to Tulsa
Just before the snow
If you ever need a ride there
Be sure to let me know

I was chopping down a palm tree
When a friend dropped by to ask
If I would feel less lonely
If he helped me swing the axe

I said, "No, it's not a case of being lonely
We have here
I've been working on this palm tree
For eighty seven years"

He said, "Go get lost"
And walked towards his Cadillac
I chopped down the palm tree
And it landed on his back
(Courtoisie SongLyrics.com)

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