S’en sortir

Piers Faccini explique et l’on ne peut que souscrire à ses propos : « j’ai imaginé The Real Way Out comme une chanson d’amour adressée à la vie elle-même, chantée à toutes les pièces du puzzle qui composent nos vies. Je voulais que la musique et les paroles se sentent comme les différentes étapes que nous traversons dans le temps, grandir, chercher l’amour, marcher le chemin étroit entre la douleur et le plaisir, joie et chagrin tout en se réconciliant avec l’impossibilité de jamais trouver un amour parfait avec nos identités imparfaites. » On est totalement favorable à la politique du Piers : I wanted to drown in the dust of a drought.

The Real Way Out est extrait de Shapes of the Fall à paraître chez NØ FØRMAT! & BEATING DRUM.

Piers Faccini – The Real Way Out

You were the blood kissed by the thorn
I was the wind in the leaf
Bent at the eye of the storm
North at the pole repelled and drawn
I wanted to fall or to be reborn
Fall or to be reborn

I tried to be brave you tried to be strong
You said I was wise like a king
More like a fool all along
I wanted to drown in the dust of a drought
I wanted in when the real way was out
In when the real way was out

And so I ran but nowhere fast
I was the hare in the lights
And the lead that fired up the glass
The way was dark and I should have passed
You were the first through and I was the last
The first through and I was the last

Tides always turn dipping away
I was the wing in flight
Dying to return some day
But I couldn’t leave nor could I stay
Deliver me I used to say
Deliver me I used to say

Once more to the fore but for what cause
I heard a heartbeat and then a pause
Go where the real way is yours
Go where the real way is yours
Go where the real way is yours
Go where the real way is yours