"Is this desire ?". Dans cet album intense, ténébreux, sorti en 1998, P.J Harvey explore les faces ambigües de
and he was walking in the night
and he was singing a sad love song
and he was praying for his life
and the stars came out around him
he was thinking of his sins
and he's looking at his song-bird
and he's looking at his wings
there inside the garden
came another with his lips
said, 'Won't you come and be my lover?'
'Let me give you a little kiss'
and he came, knelt down before him
and fell upon his knees
said, 'I will give you gold and mountains
if you stay awhile with me'
and there was trouble taking place.
there inside the garden
they kissed, and the sun rose
and he walked a little further
and he found he was alone
and the wind, it gathered round him
he was thinking of his sins
he was looking at his song-bird
and he was looking at his wings
and there was trouble taking place.
Catherine
I gave you my heart, you left the thing stinking
I'd break from your spell if it weren't for my drinking
And the wind bites more bitter with each light of morning.
I envy the road, the ground you tread under,
I envy the wind, your hair riding over,
I envy the pillow your head rests and slumbers,
I envy to murderous envy your lover
'til the light shines on me
I damn to hell every second you breath
I envy
Oh my Catherine
For your eyes smiling
And your mouth singing
With time I'd have won you
With wile I'd have won you
For your mouth singing.
s'animent rythmiquement sur la vidéo
Running to the Sun (Little Nemo) sur ma Chaîne YouTube.
Kurt Weill, Bertolt Brecht, PJ Harvey : un plan-séquence, trois bonheurs en un.
Polly Jean vient de sortir l'album "White chalk", composé de balades stratosphériques, bien éloignées de son univers rock déchiré coutumier.
"Lick my legs, I'm on fire" "Lick my legs of desire". Peu de femmes peuvent chanter de telles paroles sans sombrer dans la bimbo-isation totale. PJ Harvey, elle, elle sait faire.
Rockeuse à la Gretsch saturée, improbable sexy girl à l'artifice affirmé, song-writeuse talentueuse et audacieuse, chanteuse à la voix grave capable de monter dans le suraigu,... Polly Jean Harvey incarne une génération qui prend en main le rock, art macho par excellence, pour créer un monde d'impressions, de proclamations et de sensations féminin très éloigné des conventions.
Dès son premier album, "Dry" (1992), (période blouson de cuir et Doc Martens), PJ impose un style 100% personnel, de courts morceaux qui claquent, guitare ravageuse et batterie à la frappe sèche mêlées, sur des thèmes d'un érotisme post-adolescent brut de décoffrage ("dry"), sans concession romantique ni porno. Depuis, elle a abordé des univers plus apaisés (quoique...), notamment avec l'album "Stories from the city, stories from the sea" (2000). Dans "Is this desire ?" (1998) elle explore, sur des basses saturées ou des mélodies élaborées, les tréfonds ambigus, glauques ou apaisés de la relation entre deux êtres, avec de multiples variations. Issu de l'album éponyme, "Rid of me" (1993), que vous pouvez déguster ci-dessus, entraîne l'auditeur dans une séquence plutôt torride. Il demeure un passage obligé des concerts de Ms. Harvey.
A écouter aussi : L'album "4-Tracks Demos" (1993). Comme son nom l'indique, il regroupe des démos de PJ réalisées dans son studio personnel (album "Rid of me" et annexes). On sent que la création des morceaux part des pulsations saccadées de la Gretsch, sur lequelles sont posés les éléments rythmiques et les soudaines éruptions vocales caractéristiques de la rockeuse... Un "making of" chargé d'intensité.
"Is this desire ?". Dans cet album intense, ténébreux, sorti en 1998, P.J Harvey explore les faces ambigües de
and he was walking in the night
and he was singing a sad love song
and he was praying for his life
and the stars came out around him
he was thinking of his sins
and he's looking at his song-bird
and he's looking at his wings
there inside the garden
came another with his lips
said, 'Won't you come and be my lover?'
'Let me give you a little kiss'
and he came, knelt down before him
and fell upon his knees
said, 'I will give you gold and mountains
if you stay awhile with me'
and there was trouble taking place.
there inside the garden
they kissed, and the sun rose
and he walked a little further
and he found he was alone
and the wind, it gathered round him
he was thinking of his sins
he was looking at his song-bird
and he was looking at his wings
and there was trouble taking place.
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Catherine
I gave you my heart, you left the thing stinking
I'd break from your spell if it weren't for my drinking
And the wind bites more bitter with each light of morning.
I envy the road, the ground you tread under,
I envy the wind, your hair riding over,
I envy the pillow your head rests and slumbers,
I envy to murderous envy your lover
'til the light shines on me
I damn to hell every second you breath
I envy
Oh my Catherine
For your eyes smiling
And your mouth singing
With time I'd have won you
With wile I'd have won you
For your mouth singing.
