3. Halo Of Flies

3. Halo Of Flies
3. Halo Of Flies (8:21)
(A.Cooper, N.Smith, D.Dunaway, M.Bruce, G.Buxton)

Dans "Love It To Death", on a "Black Juju" et dans "Killer", on a "Halo Of Flies", la chanson pas commerciale, mais qui force le respect, de sublimes variations, pas le genre de chanson "couplet-refrain-couplet-refrain et on emballe le tout". Ici c'est à nouveau un retour au grand rock (Un groupe prendra même le le titre de la chanson comme nom, en 1986). Sur cet album, "Dead Babies" et "Killer" sont des morceaux de la même trempe. Du grand Cooper, écrit par les 5 membres.


I got the answers to all of your questions
If you've got the money to pay me in gold
I will be living in old Monte Carlo
And you will be reading the secrets I sold

Daggers and contacts and bright shiny limos
I've got a watch that turns into a lifeboat
Glimmering nightgowns poisonous as cobras
Silencer under the heel of my shoe

The elegance of China
They sent her to lie here on her back
But as she deeply moves me
She'd rather shoot me in my tracks

And while a middle Asian lady
She really came as no surprise
But I still did destroy her
And I will smash halo of flies...

I crossed the ocean where no one could see
And I put a time bomb in your submarine
Goodbye to old friends the secret's in hand
With phonied up papers and counterfeit plans
You never will understand
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# Posté le jeudi 21 février 2008 16:00

Modifié le samedi 08 août 2009 12:29

4. Desperado

4. Desperado
4. Desperado (3:25)
(A.Cooper, M.Bruce)

"Desperado", contrairement à ce que l'on pourrait penser à première vue, ou à première écoute, n'est pas une chanson "western". C'est un hommage à Jim Morrison, le chanteur des Doors, décédé l'année de la sortie de "Killer". Très très beau morceau, un de mes préférés de l'album. Le titre original était "Desert Night Thing".

I'm a gambler, and I'm a runner
But you knew that when you laid down
I'm a picture of ugly stories
I'm a killer and I'm a clown

Step into the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die

I wear lace, and I wear black leather
My hands are lightning upon my gun
My shots are clean, and my... my shots are final
My shots are deadly and when it's done

You're as stiff as my smokin' barrel
You're as dead as a desert night
You're a notch and I'm a legend
You're at peace and I must hide

Tell me where the hell I'm going
Let my bones fall in the dust
Can you hear that ghost that's calling
As my colt begins to rust
In the dust ?

I'm a killer, I'm a clown
I'm a priest that's gone to town
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# Posté le jeudi 21 février 2008 16:05

Modifié le vendredi 06 mars 2009 16:58

5. You Drive Me Nervous

5. You Drive Me Nervous
5. You Drive Me Nervous (2:24)
(A.Cooper, M.Bruce, B.Ezrin)

Un bon rock'n'roll un peu simple, court, efficace, sans plus. Sans la voix d'Alice, il n'y aurait pas un grand intérêt. J'ai connu mieux...

Yeah, you seem so civilized
Your mama's tryin' to run your life
Your daddy's tryin' to pick your wife
Oh no

Yeah, you run around with all that hair
They just don't like those rags you wear
You say I'm gonna pack up my stuff
I'm gonna run away

And then you say
You drive me nervous, nervous
And then I say
You drive me nervous, nervous, nervous, oh
Nervous, nervous, nervous, nervous, whoa-oh-oh
Aaah

You're out of state, you're thrown in jail
You ain't got the bread to pay the bail
Your mom and papa come up and said
"Honey, where did we fail ?"

And then you scream
You drive me nervous, nervous
And then I scream
You drive me nervous, nervous, nervous, oh
Nervous, nervous, nervous, nervous, whoa-oh-oh

You drive me ne-ne-ne-nervous
Ne-ne-ne-nervous
You drive me nervous
Whoa
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# Posté le vendredi 22 février 2008 06:14

Modifié le mercredi 12 août 2009 21:25

6. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

6. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
6. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (3:33)
(A.Cooper, M.Bruce)

Mêmes remarques que pour "You Drive Me Nervous". Manque d'inspiration. Le titre que j'aime le moins de l'album.

You can be my slave
And I'll be a stranger
We could be in passion
We could be in danger
Take you off the streets
Put you under my wings
Yeah, you could pull my leg
Or anything
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah

You could be the devil
You could be the saviour
Well I really can't tell
By the way that your behavior
I'll take you off the boat
Put you under my wings
Yeah, you could pull my leg
Or anything
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah

I don't know what you're playin'
Don't even know what you're sayin'
You gotta leave me alone
I'm gonna go on home

Aaoh, the things are gettin' tougher
Yeah, the things are gettin' rougher
This is Alice speakin'
Suffer...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You could be the devil
You could be the saviour
Well I really can't tell
By the way that your behavior
Take you off the streets
Put you under my wings
Yeah, you could pull my leg
Or anything
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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# Posté le vendredi 22 février 2008 06:57

Modifié le samedi 11 octobre 2008 08:02

7. Dead Babies

7. Dead Babies (5:40)
(A.Cooper, N.Smith, G.Buxton, M.Bruce, D.Dunaway)

Attention ! Chef d'oeuvre en vue ! Un titre aussi malsain qu'inquiétant, le plus beau de "Killer", "Dead Babies", dénonce l'hypocrisie de la société, qui occulte la question de l'enfance maltraîtée. C'est sur cette chanson qu'Alice décapitait des poupées maquillées à sa façon. Un début de chanson assez grave, où l'on parle de la petite Betty, qui est morte en avalant un tube d'aspirine, sans que sa mère, trop bourrée, ne puisse la sauver. Le cri de l'enfant avant le premier refrain fait froid dans le dos. Le thème de la chanson met mal à l'aise (un régal pour les oreilles !). A 4:31, l'instru change du tout au tout, un véritable orgasme musical... Comme dans "Love It To Death", on a droit à un doublé avec la chanson "Killer" pour clore l'album. Que dire de plus ? C'est du Cooper... Goodbye, little Betty !

Little Betty ate a pound of aspirin
She got them from the shelf upon the wall
Betty's mommy wasn't there to save her
She didn't even hear her baby call

Dead babies can't take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't want you anyway

Daddy is an agrophile in Texas
Mommy's on the bar 'most every night
Little Betty's sleeping in the graveyard
Living there in burgundy and white

Dead babies can't take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't love you anyway

Goodbye, little Betty !
Goodbye, little Betty !
So long, little Betty !
So long, little Betty !
Betty, so long !

Dead babies can't take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't need you anyway

Goodbye, little Betty !

Un live de "Dead Babies", enregistré en 1971 :
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# Posté le vendredi 22 février 2008 07:01

Modifié le samedi 11 octobre 2008 08:02