Claire nous met à genoux

Se souvenir des belles choses. « Peu d’aide fait grand bien ». dit le proverbe québécois. Pourtant, Help you et Archeology augurent d’un somptueux disque. Claire days se réinvente une fois de plus. Elle explore de nouveaux territoires en anglais et en français avec des morceaux d’une amplitude et d’une majesté inouïes, créateurs d’images mentales. On pense à Saul Leiter ou à Vivian Maier et à leurs photographies humanistes. On pense à la solitude de Paris Texas ou de Virgin Suicides. On pense aux immenses chanteuses folk américaines que Claire days tutoie désormais.

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Claire days – Archeology

I often see you in the crowd
When I’m biking home at night
A familiar silhouette
The back of your neck

It’s not exactly you
And when they tilt their head
It’s the corner of their mouth
Their crooked smile

Can you believe this
It’s amazing how
I kept all of these
Fragments of your body
Can you believe this
Biking in my city
Is archeology
And I’m picking the pieces

I’m picking the pieces

It doesn’t have to be you
It’s a trick of my mind
Only a shadow of you
An untraceable light

I only see you when you’re not there
I only see you in the traces
The twitch in your muscles
When you crane your neck

Can you believe this
It’s amazing how
After all those years
Pieces come together
And traces disappear
But I’m biking in my city
As an archeologist
I’m picking the pieces

Can you believe this…

Claire days – Help you

Help you, how can I help you ?
You’re calling me on Tuesdays
To say your life is worth nothing
And I know no word strong enough

To help you
It’s a strange way of loving
You’re calling me to ring up my alarm
And it’s a strange way of loving
Ah…

Help you, how can I help you ?
I missed your call on Tuesday
Does that make me care less?

I was taking care of myself
I’m no superpower-shoulder-simulator
I’m just a helping hand

And I know for a fact words are not strong enough
To help someone out of their mind
And I know for a fact words are not strong enough
I’m not really a stranger
Barely your keeper…

Help you, how can I help you ?
You’re calling me on Tuesdays
To say your life is worth nothing
And I know no word strong enough
To help you