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If, Rudyard Kipling

Saturday, January 30th, 2010 | Author: Japy

En parcourant quelques livres dans la bibliothèque aujourd’hui, ce feuillet s’est échappé de la biographie de Baden Powell, qui s’est inspiré de plusieurs écrits de Kipling, dont Le livre de la Jungle, et Kim, comme éléments fondateurs du scoutisme.
Je vous propose ici le texte original de ce poême, et la traduction réalisée par André Maurois en 1918 chantée par Bernard Lavilliers, en 1988, sur l’album If, et entendue … ce même jour à la radio.

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

Si tu peux voir détruit l’ouvrage de ta vie
Et sans dire un seul mot te mettre à rebâtir,
Ou perdre en un seul coup le gain de cent parties
Sans un geste et sans un soupir ;

Si tu peux être amant sans être fou d’amour,
Si tu peux être fort sans cesser d’être tendre,
Et, te sentant haï, sans haïr à ton tour,
Pourtant lutter et te défendre ;

Si tu peux supporter d’entendre tes paroles
Travesties par des gueux pour exciter des sots,
Et d’entendre mentir sur toi leurs bouches folles
Sans mentir toi-même d’un mot ;

Si tu peux rester digne en étant populaire,
Si tu peux rester peuple en conseillant les rois,
Et si tu peux aimer tous tes amis en frère,
Sans qu’aucun d’eux soit tout pour toi ;

Si tu sais méditer, observer et connaître,
Sans jamais devenir sceptique ou destructeur,
Rêver, mais sans laisser ton rêve être ton maître,
Penser sans n’être qu’un penseur ;

Si tu peux être dur sans jamais être en rage,
Si tu peux être brave et jamais imprudent,
Si tu sais être bon, si tu sais être sage,
Sans être moral ni pédant ;

Si tu peux rencontrer Triomphe après Défaite
Et recevoir ces deux menteurs d’un même front,
Si tu peux conserver ton courage et ta tête
Quand tous les autres les perdront,

Alors les Rois, les Dieux, la Chance et la Victoire
Seront à tous jamais tes esclaves soumis,
Et, ce qui vaut mieux que les Rois et la Gloire
Tu seras un homme, mon fils.

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*ton songeur* C’est amusant de voir ici le nombre de traductions existantes de ce texte …

Song of the day : Simon & Garfunkel – The boxer

Saturday, December 05th, 2009 | Author: Japy

Album : Bridge over Troubled Water
Année : 1970 (original single release : 1969)
La version du concert à Central Park (1981) est probablement la plus inoubliable.

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I am just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

Lie la lie …

Asking only workman’s wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

Lie la lie …

Then I’m laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me
Bleeding me, going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains

Lie la lie …

Song of the Day : Dust brothers – This is your life

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009 | Author: Japy

Durée : 3’32
Album : Fight club soundtrack
Année : 1999

***

And you open the door and you step inside
We’re inside our hearts
Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light
That’s right, your pain
The pain itself is a white ball of healing light
I don’t think so

This is your life, good to the last drop
Doesn’t get any better than this
This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time

This isn’t a seminar, this isn’t a weekend retreat
Where you are now you can’t even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything
Nothing is static, everything is appaling, everything is falling apart

This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn’t get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it’s ending one-minute at a time

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khaki’s

You have to give up, you have to give up
You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless

I say let me never be complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever arts
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may

This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn’t get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it’s ending one-minute at a time

You have to give up, you have to give up
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
I want you to hit me as hard as you can

Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night, you have to fight

Song of the Day : Bruce Springsteen – Streets of Philadelphia

Saturday, October 17th, 2009 | Author: Japy

Durée : 3’15
Album : – (single released for the Streets of philadelphia movie) Academy and Grammy Award winning song
Année : 1994
* Bruce Springsteen – vocals, drums, guitar
* bass and background vocals from “Other Band” member Tommy Simms

***

I was bruised and battered and I couldnt tell
What I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window I didnt know
My own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me
Wastin´away
On the streets of philadelphia

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of philadelphia

Aint no angel gonna greet me
Its just you and I my friend
My clothes dont fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip the skin

The night has fallen, Im lyinawake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of philadelphia

Song of the day : Norman Greenbaum – Spirit in the sky

Wednesday, February 25th, 2009 | Author: Japy

Durée : 3’57
Album : Spirit in the sky
Année : 1969
* Lead guitar : Russell DaShiell
* Bass : Doug Killmer
* Drums : Norman Mayall
* Guitar, vocals : Norman Greenbaum

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“Spirit in the Sky” contains lyrics about the afterlife, making several references to Jesus. However, Greenbaum, who identifies himself as Jewish, stated that he had no particular religious intentions with the song.
Russell DaShiell explains how the spatial -beep beep- sound was created :
“I actually played the lead guitar parts on Spirit, using a 61-62 SG Les Paul, a 68 Marshall Plexi 100w half stack and a home-made overdrive box in front of the Marshall. Regarding the ‘beep beeps’ as I call them, when the producer asked me to play some fills in between the verses, as a joke I said how about something spacey like this and I did the pickup switch/string bending thing. I saw him stand up in the control booth and he said “that’s it! let’s record that!” so we did. (There was no slide involved, just my fingers, and I used the bridge humbucker and the pickup switch). The fuzz part is Norman with a built-in overdrive circuit built into his Tele pickguard.”
Source : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spirit_In_The_Sky
***

When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that’s the best
When I lay me down to die
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that’s the best

Prepare yourself you know it’s a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus
So you know that when you die
He’s gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky
Gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky
That’s where you’re gonna go when you die
When you die and they lay you to rest
You’re gonna go to the place that’s the best

Never been a sinner I never sinned
I got a friend in Jesus
So you know that when I die
He’s gonna set me up with
The spirit in the sky
Oh set me up with the spirit in the sky
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
I’m gonna go to the place that’s the best
Go to the place that’s the best

Song of the day : Deep Purple – Lazy

Saturday, February 21st, 2009 | Author: Japy

Durée : 7’24
Album : Machine Head
Année : 1972
* Ritchie Blackmore – guitars
* Ian Gillan – vocals, harmonica
* Jon Lord – hammond organ, piano, keyboards
* Ian Paice – drums
* Roger Glover – bass

***

Youre lazy just stay in bed
Youre lazy just stay in bed
You dont want no money
You dont want no bread

If youre drowning you dont clutch no straw
If youre drowning you dont clutch no straw
You dont want to live you dont want to cry no more

Well my trying aint done no good
I said my trying aint done no good
You dont make no effort no not like you should

Lazy you just stay in bed
Lazy you just stay in bed
You dont want no money
You dont want no bread

Song of the day : Renan Luce – La Lettre

Tuesday, February 10th, 2009 | Author: Japy

Album : Repenti
Année : 2006

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J’ai reçu une lettre
il y a un mois peut-être
arrivée par erreur
maladresse de facteur
aspergée de parfum
rouge à lèvres carmin
j’aurais dû cette lettre
ne pas l’ouvrir peut-être.

Mais moi je suis un homme
Qui aime bien ce genre de jeu
veux bien qu’elle me nomme
Alphonse ou Fred c’est comme elle veut
- Payapapa papayapa
C’est comme elle veut
- Payapapa papayapa

Des jolis marguerites
sur le haut de ses “i”
des courbes manuscrites
comme dans les abbayes
quelques fautes d’orthographe
une légère dyslexie
et en guise de paraphe
ta petite blonde sexy

Et moi je suis un homme
Qui aime bien ce genre de jeu
n’aime pas les nonnes
Et j’en suis tombé amoureux
- Payapapa papayapa
Amoureux
- Payapapa papayapa (fois 3)

Elle écrit que dimanche
elle sera sur la falaise
où je l’ai prise par les hanches
et que dans l’hypothèse
où je n’aurais pas le tact
d’assumer mes ébats
elle choisira l’impact
trente mètres plus bas

Et moi je suis un homme
Qui aime bien ce genre d’enjeu
n’veux pas qu’elle s’assomme
Car j’en suis tombé amoureux
- Payapapa papayapa
Amoureux
- Payapapa papayapa

ET grâce au cachet de la poste
d’une ville sur la Manche
j’étais à l’avant-poste
au matin du dimanche
l’endroit était désert
il faudra être patient
des blondes suicidaires
il n’y en a pas cent

Et moi je suis un homme
Qui aime bien ce genre d’enjeu
veux battre Newton
Car j’en suis tombé amoureux
- Payapapa papayapa
Amoureux
- Payapapa papayapa

Elle surplombait la Manche
Quand je l’ai reconnue
J’ai saisie par la manche
Ma petite ingénue
Qui ne l’était pas tant
Au regard du profil
Qu’un petit habitant
Lui f’zait sous le nombril

Et moi je suis un homme
Qui aime bien ce genre d’enjeu
veux bien qu’il me nomme
- Papa – s’il le veut
- Payapapa papayapa
S’il le veut !
- Payapapa papayapa (fois 5)

Song of the day : AC/DC – Rock ‘n Roll Train

Monday, February 09th, 2009 | Author: Japy

Album : Black ice
Année : 2008
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One heart angel
One cool devil
Your mind on the fantasy
Livin on the ecstasy
Give it all, give it,
Give it what you got
Come on give it all a lot
Pick it up move it
Give it to the spot
Your mind on fantasy
Livin on ecstasy

Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Yeah the Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)

One hard reng a ale
Old school rebel
A ten for the revelry
Diamond of the agency
Shake it, Shake it
Take it to the spot
You know she make it really hot
Get it on, get it up
Come on give it all you got
Your mind on fantasy
Livin on the ecstasy

Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Yeah the Runaway Train yeah
(Running right off the track)
On the Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)

[Guitar Solo]

One hot southern belle
Son of a devil
A school boy spelling bee
A school girl with a fantasy
One hot reng a ale
Old school rebel
A ten for the revelry
Diamond of the agency
Shake it, Shake it
Take it to the spot
You know she make it really hot Yeah
Get it on, get it up
Come on give it what you got
You know she’s just like a

Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
She’s coming off the track
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Get it on, get it up
Come on give it all you got
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)