Anne Clark chante "Hope Road"

Un jour que j'avais piqué des disques à mon frère, j'ai découvert cette chanson, et comme j'aime les histoires, et qu'elle est bien racontée, je vous propose un moment d'écoute attentive.

En fait, cet album ayant été perdu depuis, je desepérais de retrouver ça un jour, jusqu'à hier...


Hum ! Quel accent ! hein... bon, moi j'aime, mais pour ceux que ça gêne, voici les paroles originales, (source : http://www.lyricsfreak.com ). Bon, je m'aperçois à la relecture que des fautes se sont glissées dans le texte, et qu'il y a des manques... je corrige... si vous en voyez encore, n'hésitez pas à signaler.

So these are circumstances
Leading to my sorry tale.
I was in a town I didn't know
I'd arrieved there by rail.
It all began a week before -
The joys of Saturday Night -
An invite to a party
Or watching "The Price Is Right"...
Opting for a soiree
For the first time in a year
Mixed badly with the revellers
Mixed Bacardi, wine and beer
The room moved back and forwards
The dancers did the same
Found refuge in a corner
That's when he asked my name

Well ! This is very nice, I thought,
Smiling through the haze,
As we talked of Auguste Rodin
Through to Harold Pinter's plays.
Said he played piano.
Said his name was Steve.
And in my situation,
Why shouldn't I believe
That he really lived so far away ?
Had to make a move for home,
Scribbled down his address
Said he didn't have a phone...
Would I like to come to dinner
On Friday of next week ?
To this i said I'd love to,
As he kissed me on the cheek...

That night I felt so happy,
Excited through and through.
See ! The company of strangers
Doesn't always leave you blue.
Stumbled home contented
Like a cat that got the cream.
Wake up a little weary
But I knew it was no dream...
The next few days were anxious.
What could I find to wear ?
What happens if i arrive
And there is no Hope Road there ?
My friend said don't be silly !
No one does things like that !
Now, will you get a move on ?
And take off that stupid hat !

Made sure I set out early.
Made sure I caught the train.
Got out at the right station.
Then of course came down the rain.
Followed the directions
Exactly as he said.
Asked people if they new Hope Road,
But they just walked on ahead.
I turned left at the junction,
Took the fork off to the right,
Straight over at the crossroads,
Then down to the traffic lights.
Must have walked those streets for hours,
in the dark and in the cold,
Before I really could accept...
There was no place called Hope Road !

So here I am alone again,
Indoors by myself,
The TV, plants, books and I
All nearly on the shelf.
Next time I'll be more cautious.
Next time I Won't be fooled.
It's another of those basic things
You're never taught at school.
Let this be a warning
As you wander through the world
It makes no difference who you are
Be you boy or be you girl
Be very , very careful
When people seems so nice
It's not now that it's expensive
Later on you pay the price
There's no Hope Road.


D'accord, c'est un peu triste, dans le texte, et Anne clark, c'est pas franchement un auteur de comédie , mais je trouve un brin de gaité dans cette musique... et vous ?