FRED MARIE (épisode 3)

Salut !

Un nouveau morceau rien que pour vous !
Cette fois, c'est une vrai chanson avec de vraies voix (à défaut d'un vrai chanteur...) et un vrai texte.
Etant assez mauvais dans ce domaine, je suis allé pêché un vieux poême de William Blake ("the human abstract"). Ce qui ajoute un petit côté...hum...gothique peut-être à ce bout de musique !
Lisez le texte, ça ne gâche rien.
Intéressant...
En tout cas, je me suis bien éclaté à le faire.
J'attends vos sentiments.

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See ya !

William Blake

Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could be,
If all were as happy as we;

And mutual fear brings peace,
Till the selfish loves increase;
Then Cruelty knits a snare,
And spreads his baits with care.

He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot.

Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head;
And the Caterpillar and Fly
Feed on the Mystery.

And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat;
And the Raven his nest has made
In its thickest shade.

The Gods of the earth and sea,
Sought through Nature to find this Tree,
But their search was all in vain;
There grows one in the Human Brain.