La mort de Toto

" We are programmed to receive
you can check it anytime you want
but you can never leave "
et
" There's no future in England's dreaming "
C'est la même chose, non ?
1976
12 ans et deja plus mort que vif.....



Ci dessous une version lethale bien pire que l'originale. Difficilement soutenable, à tous les points de vue....

" Suis je le gardien de mon frère ?"

Le départ
Le trajet.
La vitesse.
L'impact.
Le résultat.



Si ce n'est toi c'est donc ton frère.

C'est bien plus que des chansons

Bien sur.

Du début à la fin.

Mon premier concert :



J'ai eu peur. J'ai adoré. J'avais deja perdu une partie de mes facultés à cause de ça :




A chaque écoute des milliards de neurones foutaient le camp. " No Future" ? Tu m'étonnes John.

Je me soignais avec ça :


Le remède était pire que le mal. Je me suis brûlé jusqu'à l'os. Et tout flambait autour de moi dans un incendie que seule la mort vint eteindre.
Et donc.....
Le mur.

Bouffé aux mites, éventré, aveuglé, gémissant sans plus me plaindre, vivant sans plus de raison dans le crâne, ni de rêves, ce fût la Nuit, La Nuit, La Nuit .
Retour, fin, dégagement, esquive, envoi......loin, loin, loin.......Seul.


Il aurait peut être mieux valu....Non, Rien.

FONDUS AU NOIR

Des trucs à prendre avec des pincettes : "Paradis perdus" ?
Où et Quand ?


In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Là ?

Sounds like Hell is close to Heaven.
Anyway : Stay clean. You'll never know. Sponsored by God.

Approved by......who knows ?

C'est encore la vie

C'est elle la fleur et lui fait papillon qui tourne autour. A elle la Force, à lui l'Envol.
Une des plus belles chansons de ce COUPLE insurpassable en intensité et en FFFEEEEEELLLLLIIIINNNGGGG.................BEAUTE. BEAUTE. BEAUTE.

C'est du deuxieme degré, la suite ? NON.

J'y reviendrai.