Salut les rêveurs!
Un peu de musique! Avec un tube qu'on ne présente plus : Hotel California, des Eagles!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxsKCbOTXac#Et les paroles qui vont avec :
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the captain,
’please bring me my wine’
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
’relax,’ said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
Quand j'ai lu ces paroles pour la première fois, je n'ai pas pu m'empecher de penser au récit d'un rêve. L'histoire est étrange, ancrée dans un espace bien défini, l'autoroute et l'hotel, d'étranges voix semblant venir de loin y murmurent des paroles envoutantes, les personnages ont des discours étranges :
’please bring me my wine’
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
’relax,’ said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
La présence d'un symbole :
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Mais ce qui me fait le plus penser à un récit de rêve, c'est ce simple bout de phrase :
Last thing I remember
La dernière chose dont il se souvient.... J'écris souvent ce genre de phrases à la fin de mes rêves dans mon JdR ^^
Lorsque j'aurais accru ma maitrise de la lucidité, j'aimerais demander au rêve de me faire vivre celui-là...