Aux larmes citoyens....

Robert Wyatt est un grand chanteur. L'un des meilleurs, des plus émouvants, toutes catégories confondues, à l'égal de Townes Van Zandt et Marvin Gaye par exemple. Quand il reprend un morceau de Chic (Nile Rodgers est un immense compositeur) ça donne cette petite vignette irrésistible de beauté, de chagrin doux. Parfois on pleure d'amour.
At last I am free
I can hardly see in front of me
I can hardly see in front of me

At last I am free
I can hardly see in front of me
I can hardly see in front of me

I'm lonely, please listen to what I say
I can't go on livin' life this way
I've tried and I've tried to make you see
You call this love, all this lyin'
My friend, it just can't be

At last I am free
I can hardly see in front of me
I can hardly see in front of me

At last I am free
I can hardly see in front of me
I can hardly see in front of me

I'm lonely, please hold me
Come closer, my dear
It feels so good just havin' you near
But who am I foolin'
When I know it's not real
I can't hide all this hurt and pain
Inside I feel

At last I am free
I can hardly see in front of me
I can hardly see in front of me

 Nile Rodgers et ces acolytes interprétant la même chanson à Montreux en 2004. Comment résister à cette beauté noire ? Moi, je ne sais pas. "Everobody hug somebody, come on !" A vos ordres, Miss !