Vidéo : Porridge Radio – Back To The Radio

Dana Margolin avoue, « la chanson est née d’un sentiment de solitude intense, d’un manque de préparation à ce qu’on me promettait qui allait arriver et d’un fort désir de m’échapper sans savoir vers quoi. Pour moi, il y a un énorme sentiment de catharsis dans cette chanson, de lâcher prise ». Comment alors ne pas être touché en l’écoutant débagouler, lock all the windows and shut all the doors and get into the house and lie down on the cold, hard floor. Cette lente mais sûre montée en pression et en émotion nous hantera longtemps, la voix douloureuse de Dana s’instille dans notre cerveau, sa scansion nous violente dans un sadomasochisme musical viscéral. Back To The Radio est un puissant hymne désespéré, une tonitruante transe farouche et implacable.

Porridge Radio sera en concert le 1er mars à Amiens (La Lune des Pirates), le 2 mars à Tourcoing (Le Grand Mix) et le 3 avril à Paris (La Boule Noire).

Porridge Radio – Back To The Radio

Lock all the windows and march up the stairs
And you’re looking to me, but I’m so unprepared for it
Nothing’s the same and I swear that I’m haunted
It’s not fair to you and it’s not what I wanted
But we cannot get better
If we can’t talk about it

And I miss what we were, but you’ve closed yourself off to me
We sit here together, the same as we’ve always been
Laughing and talking, but I want to cry to you
Laughing and talking, but I want to cry to you

Sit still, do nothing, what if it mattered?
I’m trying to help without breaking or shattering
We almost got better, we’re so unprepared for this
Running straight at it
I’m not the right man for this

Lock all the windows and shut all the doors and get into the house and lie down on the cold, hard floor
Talk back to the radio, think loud in the car, I miss everything now, we’re worth nothing at all

So lock all the windows and shut all the doors and get into the house and lie down on the cold, hard floor
Talk back to the radio, think loud in the car, I miss everything now, we’re worth nothing at all

So lock all the windows and shut all the doors and get into the house and lie down on the cold, hard floor
Talk back to the radio, think loud in the car, I miss everything now, we’re worth nothing at all

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