Benjamin Biolay et le maillot vert de l’équipe de Saint-etienne

Je n’ai pas compris ces déclarations de Biolay, cela n’a aucun sens, et augmente la tension entre les deux villes, bien inutilement.

Laura Marling, A creature I dont know

Darling I loved you, I long to become you and know
What it is that you feel
I count as no one
Hold nobody’s ear
I showed you my hand once and you hit me in fear
I don’t stand for the devil I don’t whisper to him
I stand on the mountains and call people to hear

A tempting communion
A fate foretold
And it’s knowing, and it’s knowing
What it is that you’re told

Je consulte souvent le site du Figaro, ce bon vieux journal, qui présente une fois par semaine de jeunes chanteurs. C’est un peu autre chose que le pur visionnage de clips en continu sur certaines chaines, et c’est proche de l’esprit de taratata.  On y découvre de nouvelles voix, souvent très agréables, mais je n’y ai pas encore détecté de grand chanteur à texte, car peut-être ce temps est-il fini.

 

Adele, cette voix étonnante

On l’entend partout, mais ce n’est pas la guimauve habituelle, mais une vraie voix, qui attire l’attention.

There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and it’s bringing me out the dark
Finally, I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I’ll lay your ship bare

See how I leave, with every piece of you
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do
There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and it’s bringing me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling

We could have had it all
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall rolling in the deep)
Your had my heart inside of your hand
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall rolling in the deep)

Baby I have no story to be told
But I’ve heard one of you and I’m gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there as mine sure won’t be shared

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling

We could have had it all
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall rolling in the deep)
Your had my heart inside of your hand
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall rolling in the deep)

Could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it with the beat

Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow

(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
We could have had it all
(Tears are gonna fall rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
It all
(Tears are gonna fall)
It all
It all
(Rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall rolling in the deep)
Your had my heart inside of your hand
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall rolling in the deep)
Your had my heart inside of your hand
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it you played it you played it you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall rolling in the deep)

la chanteuse Imany

Une voix prenante qu’un article de « Metro » de ce matin m’a incité à aller écouter sur le net cette chanteuse des comores.

Ayo, quelque chose de Tracy Chapman

J’ai découvert cette chanteuse récemment, elle mérite le détour. Elle est allemande, d’un père nigerian, d’une mère tzigane. D’où peut-être ce mélange étonnant.

Tori Amos, la révélation de « crucify »

Tori AMOS : Crucify – MYTARATATA.COM

Son passage à Taratata, excellent site de musique, fut une révélation. On peut y trouver de nombreuses videos inédites sur youtube.

Tori Amos caught a little sneeze

on trouve souvent de tels bons morceaux de rock sur le blog de niggytardust, il est à visiter. Il installe des playlists que l’on peut écouter en continu.

Big Booty Bitches

on m’ a montré ce morceau fantastique de ce groupe vocal dont j’ignore tout, et qui semble avoir filmé ce clip dans une chambre d’hôtel

Samantha Mumba

c’est une chanteuse irlando-zambienne, qui a connu un gros succès. Elle tient vraiment bien la scène, même si c’est loin de mon genre de musique cantonné aux chanteurs-à-texte-morts-il-y-a-trente-ans.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Your love for me came as a waterfall
Flowing inside me like never before
Your love for me, something I didn’t see
But baby, I know better now
When you walked in the room that very night
A special feeling just burst inside
It was only you, nobody else
But baby, I know better now

Don’t wanna love you if you don’t love me
Don’t wanna need you when you won’t need me too
Don’t wanna tell you this now
But it wouldn’t be right if I (If I)
Didn’t tell you this tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And now you’re back inside my house again
I’m trying deeply to explain
‘Cos baby, I wanna get it on
And baby, you’re the one for me (woah, woah, woah)
And now that I have got you all alone
After all this talking on the phone
I should be strong
There’s nothing wrong
I’ll tell you this is where you belong (Where you belong)

Don’t wanna love you if you don’t love me
Don’t wanna need you when you won’t need me too
Don’t wanna tell you this now
But it wouldn’t be right if I (If I)
Didn’t tell you this tonight
Don’t wanna love you if you don’t love me (If you don’t love me)
Don’t wanna need you when you won’t need me too
Don’t wanna tell you this now
But it wouldn’t be right if I (If I)
Didn’t tell you this tonight

It was just something in your eyes
That made me realise
Now I hear voices deep inside
Telling me, telling me it’s you and I

Don’t wanna love you if you don’t love me
Don’t wanna need you when you won’t need me too
Don’t wanna tell you this now
But it wouldn’t be right if I (If I

Sting chante Jacques Brel, je ne sais pas