Redshift par Patricia Barber

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Un petit changement de registre avec une chanson que l'on entend assez régulièrement à la radio en ce moment : Redshift de Patricia Barber (album Smash).

Née de parents musiciens, elle a un style de blues-jazz bien à elle mêlant parfois des inspirations très différentes, comme avec cette chanson plutôt sentimentale utilisant intelligemment un vocabulaire scientifique, le tout au rythme d'une Bossa-Nova...
Redshift nous emmène dans une balade interstellaire, comparant l'éloignement amoureux avec le décalage vers le rouge d'une étoile.

 Retrouvez les paroles de cette chanson :

I connect the dots

even though I'm not

qualified to plot

our relative positions

something in the air

something whispered where

something we should share

is suddenly suspicious

while the world was flat

while content with that

still there was a lack

of proof in our equation

self-centered though i am

now i understand

superstars command

a special calculation

Einstein would concur

trajectories are curved

things aren't what they were

or where we left them

Heisenberg was right

fixing speed and site

for all who love are

blind is unwise and uncertain

spinning here myself

it's difficult to tell

if interstellar movement

is separation

will you leave behind

your planetary guides

for deeper space and time

and brighter constellations

between heavenly bodies

in the dark, dark matter of all

small particles mixing together

for a moment but the moment

comes to nothing so they slip and

fall away from each other

white dwarfs mingling with brown

between heavenly bodies

when a cloud tumbles into a cloud

small particles kindling together

for a moment but the moment

comes to something so they

kiss and all aflame with each other

protons lighting the air

where a star is born

satellites adorn and

cluster to your more

singular sensation

like the moon we are

lost without our star

lost without our heat

our light, our persuasion

silence wouldn't lie

supposition by

supposition i

see the wavelengths increasing

gravity belies

sentimental ties

certain now that I'm

running out of time

blue shift now to green

farther still you seem

yellow, orange, red,

this evidence they said

and by degrees i see

you are leaving me

(source concordmusicgroup.com)

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