Le cadeau de mariage blogUUesque (par bourrique)

[Euh flash de dernière minute : J’ai gagné-euh j’ai gagné-euh. Le Doublon Blogguesque de chez Bourrique : 20000ème visiteur et 1500ème commentaire. Que de bonheur aujourd’hui ! ]

Il s’en est passé tellement de choses depuis 2 jours. Un mariage bloggUUesque à vous annoncer, entre doc Huff et moi !!! En deux temps, comme deux pas de danse qu’on se serait offert : la signature devant la Ministre Bourrique, puis le bisou devant la Ministre Bourrique encore.
Bon pour rassurer illico presto toutes les âmes sensibles, ma douce Marie est toujours là, et plus que là : elle remplit ma vie de bonheur et d’amour. Voilà qui est dit.

Bourrique m’a fait ce *magnifique* cadeau de mariage blogUUesque par émile interposé. Un acoustique de Nick Cave. Et pas n’importe lequel : The Mercy Seat. C’est sublime… Je l’écoute en boucle pendant que j’écris cette note et j’ai, à chaque variation de la voix de Nick Cave, le coeur qui chavire… Quelle puissance retenue dans cette version acoustique ! Et pourquoi il n’y a plus de song-writer de cette trempe aujourd’hui ?!

Merci Bourrique, merci du fond du coeur pour cette attention blogUUesque !
Vous allez bien ? Moi, je lévite… ;o)

Be cool, be open.

UU

Mes ami(e)s, je cède maintenant la place :

The Mercy Seat
It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row,
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
And I’ll say it again
I..am..not..afraid..to..die.
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner meals
The meal trolley’s wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I’m yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I’m not afraid to die.
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that’s what I’m told
Like my good hand I
tatooed E.V.I.L. across it’s brother’s fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I’m told
All history does unfold.
Down here it’s made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that’s G.O.O.D.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I’m yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I’m not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I’m hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I’ve got nothing left to lose
And I’m not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I’m hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why.
And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way I’m helping
To be done with all this twisted of the truth.
A lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
And I’ve got nothing left to lose
And I’m not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is melting
And I think my blood is boiling
And in a way I’m spoiling
All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
And I’m not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I’m yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
But I’m not afraid to tell a lie.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I’m yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
But I’m afraid I told a lie.