Publié le 30 Avril 2013

He was feeling beside himself…

 

Something was wrong and he couldn’t pinpoint it to anything…

 

Whatever wherever whenever… whatever… life seemed to have lost its flavour… it didn’t taste as savoury… life had lost that… spice of life…

 

The food didn’t taste as good… the wine didn’t taste as bittersweet… love didn’t taste as sweet… the feeling wasn’t there any more… his heart wasn’t in it… his head was spinning at the thought of the void he found he was facing…

 

He tried to ward it off… again… one more time… but no… it wouldn’t go… that feeling was here to stay… depression had set in… depression had settled…

 

When he talked about it to his best friend the latter whipped out a shrink’s card… which he buried instantly as deep as he could in his pocket with no intention of ever taking it out again… in fact hoping the dry cleaners would see to it that it was ruined beyond readability… and the sooner the better…

 

People who went to shrinks were mad… sick… out of their box… off their rocker !

He wasn’t… so why go… why even contemplate the thought… perish the thought of ever undertaking such an endeavour !

 

 

The only one sure bet you can take with life is you never know what’s waiting round the corner… life doesn’t live up to expectations… and is always ready to beat you at your own game…

 

But then the more he tried to get rid of the idea… the more it fought back… before he knew it he was completely obsessed with it… of course there was something wrong with him… something had to be done about it and the sooner the better… before the last straw broke the camel’s back…

 

Frantically fumbling through his pocket… hoping the dry cleaners hadn’t let it go amiss… he secretly thanked God it was still there against all odds… it wasn’t lost when he was at a loss… he dialled the number in a daze and a distant voice answered and offered an appointment… which he agreed to and accepted… in a kind of water muffled voice… for a long stretch it felt exactly that way… out of this world… somebody was going to a shrink to get their mind fixed and would come back a new man… but it wasn’t him… although someone exactly like him… some alter ego… who would reap the benefits for him…

 

He went to the appointment with the sole conviction that it was an utter waste of good time and money… and such a ludicrous one at that !

 

The place had all the looks in the book…

The place was so uninviting that one could hardly conceive that anybody would want to go… let alone go back… it was as if it had been designed as a repellent for the human soul…

No really he didn’t fancy himself going back in the least…

 

Yet he did !

He did go back… and again…

 

Jesse CRAIGNOU

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Publié le 30 Avril 2013

 

Une fille et cinq garçons qui chantent des chansons dans le vent pour des jeunes de 7 à 77 ans et au-delà…

 

Il Était Une Fois a ce talent de combiner romantisme musique pop et classique tout en un… Leurs chansons sont à la fois simples et sophistiquées, modernes et classiques… des chansons de notre adolescence… des chansons de nos romances… qui nous reviennent par la radio et le cinéma pour notre plus grand bonheur…

 

La séparation, puis la disparition, de l’égérie et chanteuse Joëlle Mogensen a signé la mort du groupe après des années de succès et de popularité…

 

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Publié le 29 Avril 2013

Who ?

Who but who ?

Who the hell ?

Who in hell ?

Who would have believed ?

Who would have ever believed ?

What this angle face hid ?

What sombre colour this angle face hid under ?

Angel with a demon weapon ?

Who would have ever believed that this angel face hid the weapon of a demon ?

 

To look at him one would have thought he was God’s gift to this earth…

What girl wouldn’t have seen in him her Prince Charming ?

What girl wouldn’t have seen in him her knight in shining armour ?

What mother wouldn’t have seen in him the ideal son-in-law to make her daughter happy ever after ?

What man would have loved to be this guy ?

What wouldn’t have loved to have him as a friend ?

 

 

At closer inspection you could tell him truth be told… not in actual facts… not in so many words…nobody knew the darker side… what was brooding… what was hatching… what was happening… what he was uncovering and what we would discover…

 

 

Fallen angel… cast down downcast outcast stranger on the shore of this earth…

Here right in spot on the very centre of this capital stargate to his universe of madiverse maliverse maniverse… a door opening unto nothing but the reckless ruthless endless… boundless the void… a world beyond recognition… strange angel…

 

The shock shot rang out throughout the nation throughout the world to the other end of the sky and beyond… in a ricocheting senseless echo…

At the same time in a strange stereo effect both the satanic verse and chorus the apostle of evil this ill weed had composed this ill deed… automatic apocalyptic… a ringtone to the symphonic toll of a threnody… surrealistic ethereal…

Big bang Booga Rooga eraser of life as we know it…

Blown to smithereens smitten stardust blown to the furthest reaches of stratospheric space…

 

 

 


After committing the unbelievable… the master of destiny’s ceremony turned himself in… without any resistance… confessing his sin like a mischievous child…

What impulse ? What order ? What need if need be did he follow sending all those innocent people from life to death ? What could speak in aid of understanding the reason for such a massacre ?

 

 

 

 


 

The devil now had a face…

Posted splattered all over town… on the front page… the cover of every newspaper… magazine... all over the media… everywhere… looking… staring into the face of the whole world looking at him in complete disbelief… the biller of the billboards of the killer is the pillar of every media sale… only one click away from the world’s stare… for everyone to see… broadcast cast thrown at the face of 

 

Mephistopheles… bloodshot snapshot of a cracked pot…

The news broke out… like a war cry… a far cry from rhyme or reason… a treason…

How can one ?

How could he ?

Conceive… deceive… receive such a message… send such an image…

 

We had imagined this deranged monster could only have the face of some Frankenstein… some ghoul… a zombie born of the imagination of a strip… some  undead vampire just popped in for a bloody marriage… a butcher come to claim his pound of flesh…

We couldn’t be talking here of a human being… a man endowed with intelligence and reason… and forget about beauty… it is even more criminal of a murderer that he should enjoy good looks… it makes the whole scene the whole affair all the more sick… that unbearable stance of madness…

 

That this impeccable quasi delectable horror had to wear the mask of such fine marks… oh the frightful delightful colour of his cover… so much beauty should not have to exhibit so much ugliness… should speaks its name from the mouth of evil…

 

 

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Publié le 27 Avril 2013

 

¿Que pasó con la niña del rayo ?

Que se estaba pasando ?  

 

A veces me parece que sonríe

Con su cara querida quemada…

 

¿Que pasó con la niña del rayo ?

Que se estaba pasando ?  

 

A veces me parece que sueña

Con sus ojos mirando al cielo

 

A veces me parece que viaje con sus sueños

Como si fuera ya leja del mundo

 

 

¿Que pasó con la niña del rayo ?

Que se estaba pasando ?  

 

¿Que pasó con la niña del rayo ?

Adonde se estaba andando ?

 

 

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Publié le 7 Avril 2013

for Adele

 

 

The news was still ringing in her ears… dead… shot dead… dead… dead and… gone…

The situation was beyond repair… no turning the clock back… and she was beyond therapy…

Late… too late… it was too late now… the damage was done… her son was gone…

 

 

A mother cannot see her son die…

A mother cannot see her son dead… it’s not on…

She wishes she had gone… instead of him…

She wasn’t called for on time and this wasn’t uncalled for…

They shouldn’t…

They shouldn’t live and die in that order…

There’s something wrong with this… mothers bear sons to take them to the grave… not the other way round…

 

The news… the enquiry the inquiry the inquest and the media did the rest… not their best…

Not a word… not word they printed was true… not one… they had spent hours asking and asking again… rubbing salt in the wound… rubbing deeper and deeper… all to no avail… she would have felt understood for lack of understanding had they told her story… had they told the world what she could bring herself to say… to tell…

But no… lo and behold… they only had their story told..

 

This had meant so much to her… this was too much…

 

 

The police did their best… their job… her husband was a police inspector so he knew and she knew… they knew… and she wasn’t sure it was better that they knew… but you never know… in your job you never think for yourself… you never think of your own… it never happens to you…

 

This guy had called her son… summoned him to come… to talk… it was about a girl… what girl ? Her son was virtually always home when he wasn’t at college… he was studying… where had that girl come from ? When had she stepped in ? Into his life ? He told them everything… he had never spoken of a girl…

But then your children never tell you everything do they ?

 

He hadn’t come back… he hadn’t walked back… he had been taken… on a stretcher to hospital… Emergency ward…bleeding to his death… never regained consciousness… they will never know…

 

Stab stab stab goes the beat beat beat of her heart… his had stopped beating forever and hers was barely any better… it was a wonder it was still beating…

She had left everyone… she had even left herself… in her wake… on her voyage… on her road to nowhere… nowhere to run…

Was she ever coming back ? Would she ever come back ?

Could she… ever come back ?

There was no turning back… no turning back the clock… she could only just run… run amok at best…

Tick tock of the clock that won’t stop… even you’re gone her life won’t go on…

 

That was when her sister came closer… got real close with her… not the best time… but as sisters go good days and bad days come and go… one day love one day hate… but love is always there eventually…

 

She called when her sister was listen to Adele… Rolling in the deep… and that was precisely how she felt… it was… she was… rolling in the deep… deeper and deeper down to the deepest reaches of her soul…

She called but she couldn’t speak… no words… just tears… of course her sister knew… who didn’t… everybody knew… the whole wide world… but nobody could understand… not a soul… and just as well their lips were sealed… even if her story was on all their lips…

 

Do you want me to come over ?

Do you want to come over ?

No ? Are you sure ?

Shall we go somewhere ?

Would you like…

No she wouldn’t… she wouldn’t like anything… she wouldn’t like to go anywhere… she wouldn’t like to be anywhere… she wouldn’t… she couldn’t…

She couldn’t be… she couldn’t live… without him… she… just wasn’t meant to be without him… ever… there was nowhere to be… there was no way she could be…

 

And then… but then… anywhere was better than here… but suddenly thinking she realised he was everywhere… he had taken on a global dimension… he had taken over her whole world… her whole life…

Her sister was lost for words… there was no answer… all she could do was listen… but if you can’t speak how do you listen to someone who won’t speak ?

 

 

She would just… be there… just in case…

She couldn’t talk to her husband… she had been estranged even to her second son… second to none nonetheless… but second regardless… her life was seconds now… nothing but seconds… imperfect… imperfection… nothing but imperfections… incomplete… holes… her life had been holed in… holed out… her whole life had been stolen… against her will… hollowed… from inside out…

She would be there anyway…

 

 

Depressed people have that vampire power over you… they suck… vacuum your energy out of you… you think you reload… you think you’ll reload… but in the end you find you don’t… you find out you didn’t… you hope…

You write yourself off to them as they write themselves into you… squat your brain and drain… life out of you… and you think all along you help them… when they take no notice… it’s a perverted reverted process… your own oblivion is in motion…

 

Words at work… business as usual… work in progress… working process… until they have bled you dry…

 

 

We could have had it all…’ Adele was singing on… and the beat goes on… but her heart’s not beating any longer… lock stock and barrel all gone asunder…

 

They meet and they cry… they cry their hearts out together…

And as her sister sinks deeper she feels dragged into her spiel…

She wasn’t… no she wasn’t… or was she ?

Was she ?

 

 

Jesse CRAIGNOU

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Publié le 5 Avril 2013

 

Qui s’en souvient ?

 

Jamais entendu parler !

Bon… d’accord les années soixante…

Il faut dire qu’ils se sont fait la malle avant même que j’ai eu le temps de remplir une valise…

 

Et pourtant je tombe sur 3 compils du groupe… ils ont bel et bien existé… avant… avec autant de matière ils ont bien du être connus !

Mais aujourd’hui qui se rappelle seulement leur nom ?

 

Je les écoute et je découvre un groupe typique de l’époque genre Shadows avec des morceaux plutôt sympas… et de bons musiciens…

 

Écoutez-les:

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Jesse CRAIGNOU


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