Paroles divers

Sur Batteredrose, vous pouvez trouver les paroles de 4 O'Clock et My Fairweather Friends

jaime beaucoup celles de My Fairweather Friends

Ce ne sont pas vraiment des paroles, mais les pistes 7 et 8 et de 4'O Clock sont des textes, les voici:

EXCERPTS FROM THE BOOK "THE ASYLUM" a écrit:

And when i looked out i saw that we were heading fast upon a series of Iron gates set in stone, wickedly arched, and crowned with tall spikes. But what unnerved me completely was beyond the gates, a set of doors, heavy and wooden, pointed arched towering higher than any entrance to any building i had ever seen. Crossed with iron bars, and studded with heavy bolts, the doors were set in a great wall that appeared to be protecting whatever waited inside.

So paralysed was i by the sight before me, i did not notice that we had already driven past the first of the three spiked gates guarding access to the door, until i heard it crashing to a close behind us. Where am i? A short drive onward and we were at the second gate, i turned to look behind me and saw the gates closing, one after the other by power of unseen hands, or simply through years of habit more accustomed were they to being closed than opened. Were these gates erected for the protection of this great establishment? For the security of these admirable administers of magical medicines? Were these prison bars meant to keep intruders out, or to keep it's inhabitants in?

With each turn of the wheels that brought me closer to the last gate, i tried harder to drown out the answer to my questions with whatever music i could conjour into my head. Approaching the third, i began to lose my grasp on reality. I imagined we were going in circles, driving through the same gates over and over again, endlessly circling. As though there were a certain number of rotations that must be completed before access to this unknown world was granted to us. I thought of the lock on the cabinet in my music master's study, the one with four lettered plates that had to be rotated a definite amount, and then alligned in a perfect secret order before it would open. I had once unlocked it.

I felt dizzy, and much too warm. The wind screamed around the carriage, the wheels rattled, and though the gate was close ahead, we seemed to be eternally racing towards it, making no progress. A bird, something like a Raven, but a great deal larger, soared overhead, and, emitting a strange, metallic growl into the blackening sky, circled above the ever-approaching gates. As it did so, i caught sight of the sharp spikes gleaming in the pumelling rain. Still galloping at full speed, i heard the muffled squeals of what sounded like a swarm of insects.

Looking out, i swore i saw, though i did not believe my eyes at the time, a great pack of rodents, perhaps a hundred, perhaps more, sleek furry bodies skimming the Earth leaping over each other, black eyes sparkling. A quivering mass, they swam over the cobblestones like one creature, Squid's ink, spilling into water, and infecting it with deep black in seconds. How they were able to keep up with the Horses mystified me, and when the swarm dispersed, and shot on ahead of us, they darted in and out beneath the wheels of the carriage and around the Horses hammering hooves, yet, were never trampled. I followed them with my eyes as they melded together again and slipped beneath the gate to the other side like a gush of dark water, the tide coming in.

It was all so ghastly, so intoxicating, my body convulsed in a quivering wave, somewhere between horror, and wild anticipation. And then, the final gate having slammed closed behind us, we were at the ultimate precipice at last. Three...Two...One...The doors began to open, there was an awful grinding of metal, a clashing of loosened chains. And with the skies seeming to come down around us, it appeared. The Asylum

WORDS FROM THE ASYLUM a écrit:

Case number: 222.
Date of admission: February 14th 18....
Name:Emilie, last name unknown.
Age and Sex: 16 years. Female.
Married, Single or Widowed: Single.
Has any family?: Unknown.
Occupation: Hmm...
Habits of Life: .....That could mean anything.
Religious persuasion: Church of England (assumed)
Brought by whom?: Madam Mornington, Headmistress, Asylum, FWVG.
Form of Insanity: Melancholia Dementia.
Supposed cause: Unknown, assumed, genetic weakness
Is hereditary?:Suspected
Is Suicidal?: Yes
Is dangerous to others?: Yes
Is destructive to property?:Yes
State of bodily health?: Hmm....Ill
Marks of violence, if any: Cuts and bruises (Self-inflicted of course)
Facts specified in medical certificate, upon which opinion of insanity founded: 1. Facts indicating insanity observed by medical man. Claims to hear voices at night. Prone to bouts of melancholia, interspersed with brief periods of excitement, such as to interrupt the peace of the household. 2: Other facts indicating insanity, communicated to him by others. General raving. Has made numerous accusations against her guardian, which, as he is a respected personage, are clearly the ravings of a fevered mind. Has violently attacked her guardian, causing serious injury. Has conspired with the housemaid to ruin household property, and attempted to steal items, namely a stone Cherub and an ironwork Candelabra. Attempted suicide by drowning (How original). Walking the city of London in insufficient and inappropriate clothing. Stealing goods from local merchants. Intent to prostitute. Order signed by....

"Now child, i abhor a fuss, and i dislike noise in general. So i demand your co-operation, and am, as you can see, prepared to extract it from you willingly or...otherwise. Do you intend to come quietly, or not?"

"Madam" said i, "I come as quietly as the dead"

"Brilliant, brilliant, only the light restraints gentlemen"

Roughly was i led out to the waiting coach by my leash, and all i could think was "And these are the light restraints?" (who are you?) "I am your captain" (What is this?) (hello!) "Awareness is the enemy of sanity, for once you hear the screaming, it never stops"

J'essayerais de traduire tout ça un peu plus tard

rats like a storm rolling underneath
rats comme un roulement de donner l' assaut à sous le

carrying away any connection to home on the ground
emportant tout raccordement à la maison sur la terre