"A teenage dream's so hard to beat...", ainsi commence la chanson des Undertones "Teenage Kicks" et, en effet, il semblerait bien que rien n'égale en puissance un rêve d'adolescence, pas plus qu'une jouissance d'adolescent n'est comparable à une extase d'adulte. La frustration, quand elle est dépassée, gonfle tout à bloc, c'est le cas de le dire... La maturité a peut-être eu des avantages... au 19ième siècle, et encore, ce sont des cris de jeunes gens qu'on entend le plus dans la littérature française de ce siècle. Courteline contestait avec véhémence que l'âge mûr ait le moindre avantage et disait que la jeunesse les emportait tous. Il payait, à la cinquantaine, de jeunes putains pour, une fois le quart d'heure hygiénique passé, les entendre parler et dire pendant les trois quarts d'heure restants "des sottises grosses comme elles". C'était un tendre, tout le monde n'est pas Dominique Strauss-Kahn. Voilà deux titres de plus des Undertones. Tout d'abord leur hymne "Teenage kicks" qui était la chanson préférée de tous les temps du fameux DJ anglais de la BBC One, John Peel. Je mets les paroles, c'est simple et urgent.
A teenage dream's so hard to beat
Every time she walks down the street
Another girl in the neighbourhood
Wish she was mine, she looks so good
I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
I'm gonna call her on the telephone
Have her over cos I'm all alone
I need excitement, oh I need it bad
And it's the best I've ever had
I wanna holdher, wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
Alright
A teenage dream's so hard to beat
Every time she walks down the street
Another girl in the neighbourhood
Wish she was mine, she looks so good
I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
I'm gonna call her on the telephone
Have her over cos I'm all alone
I need excitement, oh I need it bad
And it's the best I've ever had
I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
Alright
I wanna hold her, wanna hold hertight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
Alright
La lutte impitoyable pour la vie, la reconnaissance et finalement l'amour vue du coté d'un jeune loser médisant qui daube sur son cousin. Voilà à coup sûr une méchanceté bien rassurante, même pour un vieux con comme moi. Allez les Undertones bis répétitas avec "My perfect cousin". Ah que je le hais, lui ! Fergal Sharkey au chant. Les frangins O'Neill à la composition et à l'écriture.
Now I've got a cousin called Kevin
He's sure to go to heaven
Always spotless, clean and neat
The smoothest you can get them
He's got a fur lined sheepskin jacket
My ma said they cost a packet
She won't even let me explain
That me and Kevin were just not the same
Oh my perfect cousin
What I like to do, he doesn't
He's his family's pride and joy
His mother's little golden boy
He's got a degree in economics
Maths, physics and bionics
He thinks that I'm a cabbage
'Cause I hate University Challenge
Even at the age of ten
Smart boy Kevin was a smart boy then
He always beat me at Subbuteo
Cause he flicked the kick and I didn't know
Oh my perfect cousin
What I like to do, he doesn't
He's his family's pride and joy
His mother's little golden boy
His mother bought him a synthesizer
Got the Human League into advise her
Now he's making lots of noise
Playing along with the Art school boys
Girls try to attract his attention
But what a shame, it's in vain total rejection
He will never be left on the shelf
'Cause Kevin he's in love with himself
Oh my perfect cousin
What I like to do, he doesn't
He's his family's private joy
His mother's little golden boy
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