Blue October – Hate Me

Blue October, un groupe underground assez discret qui exprime par la voix de son chanteur les difficultés d’être père avec des troubles psychologiques. Hates Me représente le premier hit du groupe qui parle de la haine mère-fils qu’il a perçu dans son enfance.

(If you’re sleeping are you dreaming

If you’re dreaming are you dreaming of me?

I can’t believe you actually picked me.)


(”Hi Justin, this is your mother, and it’s 2:33 on Monday afternoon.

I was just calling to see how you were doing.

You sounded really uptight last night.

It made me a little nervous, and a l… and… well… it made me nervous, it sounded like you were nervous, too.

I just wanted to make sure you were really OK,

And wanted to see if you were checking in on your medication.

You know I love you, and…

Take care honey

I know you’re under a lot of pressure.

See ya. Bye bye”)


I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head

They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed

Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone

Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home

There’s a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain

An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?

And will you never say that you loved me, just to put it in my face?

And will you never try to reach me?

It is I that wanted space


Hate me today

Hate me tomorrow

Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you


Hate me in ways

Yeah, ways hard to swallow

Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you


I’m sober now for three whole months it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with

The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won’t touch again

In my sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night

While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight

You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate

You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take

So I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind

And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind


Hate me today

Hate me tomorrow

Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you


Hate me in ways

Yeah, ways hard to swallow

Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you


And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave

Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made

And like a baby boy I never was a man

Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand

And then I fell down yelling, “Make it go away!”

Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be

And then she whispered, “How can you do this to me?”


Hate me today

Hate me tomorrow

Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you


Hate me in ways

Yeah, ways hard to swallow

Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you

For you

For you

For you


[Children voices:]

If you’re sleeping are you dreaming,

If you’re dreaming are you dreaming of me?

I can’t believe you actually picked me


[Girl:] Hey, Justin! [12x]

Jean Ferrat – Nuit et Brouillard

Ferrat chante la mort de ces milliers de juifs morts sans combat, durant la 2e guerre, et il rend aussi hommage à son père juif russe disparu dans Auschwitz. Le titre fait un lien avec la consigne de Hitler qui débuta le genocyde juif de ’42.

C’est aussi la chanson où ont été puisés la plupart des prénoms de ma famille, ne manquant que Caroline, qui a su prendre une place toute prise.

Ils étaient vingt et cent, ils étaient des milliers

Nus et maigres, tremblants, dans ces wagons plombés

Qui déchiraient la nuit de leurs ongles battants

Ils étaient des milliers, ils étaient vingt et cent


Ils se croyaient des hommes, n’étaient plus que des nombres

Depuis longtemps leurs dés avaient été jetés

Dès que la main retombe il ne reste qu’une ombre

Ils ne devaient jamais plus revoir un été


La fuite monotone et sans hâte du temps

Survivre encore un jour, une heure, obstinément

Combien de tours de roues, d’arrêts et de départs

Qui n’en finissent pas de distiller l’espoir


Ils s’appelaient Jean-Pierre, Natacha ou Samuel

Certains priaient Jésus, Jéhovah ou Vichnou

D’autres ne priaient pas, mais qu’importe le ciel

Ils voulaient simplement ne plus vivre à genoux


Ils n’arrivaient pas tous à la fin du voyage

Ceux qui sont revenus peuvent-ils être heureux

Ils essaient d’oublier, étonnés qu’à leur âge

Les veines de leurs bras soient devenues si bleues


Les Allemands guettaient du haut des miradors

La lune se taisait comme vous vous taisiez

En regardant au loin, en regardant dehors

Votre chair était tendre à leurs chiens policiers


On me dit à présent que ces mots n’ont plus cours

Qu’il vaut mieux ne chanter que des chansons d’amour

Que le sang sèche vite en entrant dans l’histoire

Et qu’il ne sert à rien de prendre une guitare


Mais qui donc est de taille à pouvoir m’arrêter ?

L’ombre s’est faite humaine, aujourd’hui c’est l’été

Je twisterais les mots s’il fallait les twister

Pour qu’un jour les enfants sachent qui vous étiez


Vous étiez vingt et cent, vous étiez des milliers

Nus et maigres, tremblants, dans ces wagons plombés

Qui déchiriez la nuit de vos ongles battants

Vous étiez des milliers, vous étiez vingt et cent

Martina McBride – God’s Will

I met God’s Will on a Halloween night

He was dressed as a bag of leaves

It hid the braces on his legs at first


His smile was as bright as the August sun

When he looked at me

As he struggled down the driveway, it almost

Made me hurt


Will don’t walk too good

Will don’t talk too good

He won’t do the things that the other kids do,

In our neighborhood


[Chorus:]

I’ve been searchin’, wonderin’, thinkin’

Lost and lookin’ all my life

I’ve been wounded, jaded, loved and hated

I’ve wrestled wrong and right

He was a boy without a father

And his mother’s miracle

I’ve been readin’, writin’, prayin’, fightin’

I guess I would be still

Yeah, that was until

I knew God’s Will


Will’s mom had to work two jobs

We’d watch him when she had to work late

And we’d all laugh like I hadn’t laughed

Since I don’t know when


Hey Judewas his favorite song

At dinner he’d ask to pray

And then he’d pray for everybody in the world but him


[Chorus]


Before they moved to California

His mother said, they didn’t think he’d live

And she said each day that I have him, well it’s just

another gift

And I never got to tell her, that the boy

Showed me the truth

In crayon red, on notebook paper, he’d written

Me and God love you


I’ve been searchin’, prayin’, wounded, jaded

I guess I would be still

Yeah that was until…

I met God’s Will on a Halloween night

He was dressed as a bag of leaves

The Killers – All These Things That I’ve Done

Cette chanson parle du moment où on doit grandir et sortir du passé, en tentant de devenir soi-même une meilleure personne.

When there’s nowhere else to run

Is there room for one more son

One more son

If you can hold on

If you can hold on, hold on

I wanna stand up, I wanna let go

You know, you know – no you don’t, you don’t

I wanna shine on in the hearts of men

I wanna mean it from the back of my broken hand


Another head aches, another heart breaks

I am so much older than I can take

And my affection, well it comes and goes

I need direction to perfection, no no no no


Help me out

Yeah, you know you got to help me out

Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the back burner

You know you got to help me out


And when there’s nowhere else to run

Is there room for one more son

These changes ain’t changing me

The gold-hearted boy I used to be


Yeah, you know you got to help me out

Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the back burner

You know you got to help me out

You’re gonna bring yourself down

Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down

Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down


[x10]

I got soul, but I’m not a soldier

I got soul, but I’m not a soldier


Yeah, you know you got to help me out

Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the back burner

You know you got to help me out

You’re gonna bring yourself down

You’re gonna bring yourself down

Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the back burner

You’re gonna bring yourself down

Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down


Over and in, last call for sin

While everyone’s lost, the battle is won

With all these things that I’ve done

All these things that I’ve done

If you can hold on

If you can hold on

Scissor Sisters – land of a thousand words

Jason’s tribute text sung when his father was ported in grave. His father loved James Bond, Jason gave him.

Another constellation dies

Do what you want ’cause it’s your own sky

Just call me when the phone stops ringing

Thanks for coming by

I’m just glad I’m on your good side

Where it’s smoldering or freezing

It’s never all that easy to decide


This is the land of a thousand words

But it seems so few are worth the breath to say

Except I’ll be looking after my own world

And you just keep on saving the day

I’ll try to stay but it’s in vain when you’re far

I’m on the run to wherever you are


And that’s the nature of the chase

You fall so far behind you end in first place

Pass the torch this time we’re running to each’s own regret

There’sno harm in playing hard to get

Boundlessness deceives me

Baby you may turn the corner yet


This is the land of a thousand words

But it seems so few are worth the breath to say

Except I’ll be looking after my own world

And you just keep on saving the day

I’ll try to stay but it’s in vain when you’re far

I’m on the run to wherever you are


I’m a gonna do everything I say

Tried to stay but time’s running out

But now I’m on my way

Akira Yamaoka – Room of Angel

La chanson parle d’une fille, chantant à sa mère et à la mémoire de sa mort. La mère abusait de la fille, alors elle n’a pas d’affection pour elle, mais ne peut pas s’empêcher de ressentir la douleur, d’où la ligne, « The love you never gave I give to you. / L’amour que tu ne m’as jamais donné, que je te donne. » En outre, la fille est éplorée par le fait que la seule attention qu’elle savait par la mère est l’abus reçu à un jeune âge. Alors bien sûr, elle est triste. Ainsi la ligne, « If I had died, I would have never felt sad at all. / Si j’étais morte, je ne serais jamais sentie triste du tout. » C’est plus une chanson d’émotions mixtes, et une berceuse touchante à quelqu’un qu’elle déteste, aime encore.

You lie silent there before me

Your tears may mean nothing to me now

The wind howling at the window

The Love you never gave

I give to you


Really don’t deserve it

But now there’s nothing you can do

So sleep in your only memory of me

My dearest mother


Here’s a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye)

It was always you that I despised

I don’t feel enough for you to cry (oh well)

Here’s a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye)

Goodbye…

Goodbye…


So insignificant

Sleeping dormant deep inside of me

Are you hiding away lost

Under the sewers

Maybe flying high in the clouds


Perhaps you’re happy without me

So many seeds have been sown in the field

And who could sprout up so blessedly

If I had died


I would have never felt sad at all

You will not hear me say I’m sorry

Where is the light

I wonder if it’s weeping somewhere


Here’s a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye)

It was always you that I despised

I don’t feel enough for you to cry (oh well)

Here’s a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye)

Goodbye…

Goodbye…

Mike & The Mechanics – The living Years

Mike and the Mechanics, une partie du groupe Genesis, a créé ce magnifique message qui dit de ne pas attendre qu’il soit trop tard pour partager ses émotions avec nos proches.

Every generation

Blames the one before

And all of their frustrations

Come beating on your door


I know that I’m a prisoner

To all my Father held so dear

I know that I’m a hostage

To all his hopes and fears

I just wish I could have told him in the living years


Crumpled bits of paper

Filled with imperfect thought

Stilted conversations

I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got


You say you just don’t see it

He says it’s perfect sense

You just can’t get agreement

In this present tense

We all talk a different language

Talking in defense


Say it loud, say it clear

You can listen as well as you hear

It’s too late when we die

To admit we don’t see eye to eye


So we open up a quarrel

Between the present and the past

We only sacrifice the future

It’s the bitterness that lasts


So don’t yield to the fortunes

You sometimes see as fate

It may have a new perspective

On a different date

And if you don’t give up, and don’t give in

You may just be O.K.


Say it loud, say it clear

You can listen as well as you hear

It’s too late when we die

To admit we don’t see eye to eye


I wasn’t there that morning

When my Father passed away

I didn’t get to tell him

All the things I had to say


I think I caught his spirit

Later that same year

I’m sure I heard his echo

In my baby’s new born tears

I just wish I could have told him in the living years


Say it loud, say it clear

You can listen as well as you hear

It’s too late when we die

To admit we don’t see eye to eye

Damien Rice – 9 Crimes

Duo entre Damien Rice et Lisa Hannigan, sa conjointe du moment, choriste sur les albums de Rice. La discussion des deux relate la séparation douce et terne de leur couple, avant la fin de cet album.

Leave me out with the waste

This is not what I do

It’s the wrong kind of place

To be thinking of you

It’s the wrong time

For somebody new

It’s a small crime

And I’ve got no excuse


Is that alright?

Give my gun away when it’s loaded

Is that alright?

If you don’t shoot it how am I supposed to hold it

Is that alright?

Give my gun away when it’s loaded

Is that alright

With you?


Leave me out with the waste

This is not what I do

It’s the wrong kind of place

To be cheating on you

It’s the wrong time

She’s pulling me through

It’s a small crime

And I’ve got no excuse


Is that alright?

I give my gun away when it’s loaded

Is that alright?

If you don’t shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it

Is that alright?

I give my gun away when it’s loaded

Is that alright

Is that alright with you?


Is that alright?

I give my gun away when it’s loaded

Is that alright?

If you don’t shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it

Is that alright?

If I give my gun away when it’s loaded

Is that alright

Is that alright with you?


Is that alright?

Is that alright?

Is that alright with you?

Is that alright?

Is that alright?

Is that alright with you?


No…

Radiohead/OK COmputer – 04 Exit Music (For a Film)

Chanson romantique thème du film Roméo et Juliette, avec Dicaprio, à propos de leur possible échapatoire romantique. Mais comme on ne peut réécrire l’histoire, ils n’en échappent pas. La fatalité les empêchent de vivre heureux.

Wake.. from your sleep

The drying of your tears

Today we escape, we escape


Pack.. and get dressed

Before your father hears us

Before all hell breaks loose


Breathe, keep breathing

Don’t lose your nerve

Breathe, keep breathing

I can’t do this alone


Sing.. us a song

A song to keep us warm

There’s such a chill, such a chill


You can laugh

A spineless laugh

We hope your rules and wisdom choke you

Now we are one in everlasting peace


We hope that you choke, that you choke

We hope that you choke, that you choke

We hope that you choke, that you choke

Brian McFadden – Sorry Love Daddy

words from a father that have to explain his kids that he loves them even after a divorce

It seems like only yesterday

I held you in my arms and said

You will never need to fear the dark

But unforeseen misery has come

Between your Mommy and me

And we can love you more, now we are apart


Daddy, he’s got to go away

‘Coz there’s just no other way

To live this through

Someday, you’ll learn to understand

This wasn’t what I planned, for me and you

Sorry, love, Daddy


Everyday is filled with pain

But never feel that you’re to blame

Sometimes life breaks in mysterious ways

I can’t make it up to you

Believe me I am trying to

No matter what you’ll always be my babies


Daddy, he’s got to go away

‘Coz there’s just no other way

To live this through

Someday, you’ll learn to understand

This wasn’t what I planned, for me and you

Sorry, love, Daddy


I’m sorry, love, daddy