SOLO SYSTEM REVOLUTION

by B R OAD WAY

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REVOLUTION, ce terme ainsi intégré au nom de leur nouvel album, prend tout son sens : B R OAD WAY est sorti de l'ombre, et ... more embrasse la lumière de ce nouveau jour.
Ils nous imposent un disque pop, prenant le large et devenant apatride. Le schéma musical de la pop peut passer la nuit avec la construction moderne de l'empilage, et nous laisser rêveur. less

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Track Name: Days of Reckoning
DAYS OF RECKONING

Was taken to this universe
Unabashed but stranded
Broken into the tiniest pieces
So I would fade and form again

My day of reckoning
Is coming down
Grab as much of me as I can while I can
Soaking in extra freeze
Yeah it's a longer Winter
than would have been expected
Now I'm hooked but not caught yet

I've been making it all up
Truly I've never been true to your love
There dead alive on dead thin ice
And still standing on the fire line

Your day of reckoning
Is coming down
Grab as much of you as I can while I still can
Slowed up by extra freeze
See it's a longer Winter
than would have been expected
Now we're hooked but not caught yet

Now it's only the rest of me stuck on this field to fight an army so kill me and show no mercy : eventually my double-quoted day of reckoning has no harm intended, imagine call to arms for real, imagine call to arms for real, imagine imagine imagine...
Track Name: Last World Said on TV
LAST WORDS SAID ON TV

Sorte de survol d'un monde où tout semble régi par l'analyse éphémère et policée des média et où le pouvoir de la télévision devient peu à peu la nouvelle religion, les gens mettant de moins en moins en doute cette parole-là. Toujours ce champ sémantique du combat et de la guerre entremêlé à des notions relatives à l'humain et au vivant. (Myazaki ?).
NB: Les deux premières lignes du texte sont tirées d'un poème de William Blake (Auguries of Innocence) et ces mots sont aussi utilisés par Jim Morrison sur le titre End of the Night des Doors.


Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to endless night
Some are left like the folded arm that you and me have been sleeping on
Regiments of lost hopes marching down towards the very origins of villainy while darkness falls right from the air and you don't see or don't want to see...

Some are dead set for their thrones
Some are living dead on chores
Some are left hanging at crossroads with guiding lights all named “Who knows?”
Exhilarating sense of loss urging to keep in touch with long lost ones but the more we’ll try to grab these hands the more they’ll bitterly feel utterly gone...

Legions of high expectations get sucked down the very predictable twist in the new hype series but won't question, just believe the last words said on TV...

Should squadrons of quivering doubts mercilessly attack this bliss I shall shield you all with my incandescent faith in what we’re bound to be, this I want you to feel, I want you to see.

Some are dead for sweet delight
Some are dead in endless night
Some are left like folded arms
That you and me have been sleeping on
Some are born set for the thrones
Some are born to live on chores
Some are left out at crossroads
With the last words on TV as hopes