blithe sons
try to find a memory in a dark room
2008
(française version)
Il y a trop de chansons sur les fantômes. Je n'ai pas su choisir. Je dis ça parce que
le thème du 141è contrast podcast était "your job". Frank Black dans "All my ghosts"
aurait pu convenir. Mais bien d'autres.
"Mais ? fantôme ce n'est pas un travail," elle me dit.
Elle a sans doute raison. Fantôme n'est pas, non plus, exactement mon travail. Cette chanson des
Blithe Sons aurait été parfaite. Mais, perdu dans d'obscurs recoins, je n'y ai pas pensé.
Le jour. La nuit. Le froid. Le chaud. Dedans. Dehors Le bien. Le mal. Ombre et lumière. Tout n'est pas non
plus exactement partagé en deux. Surtout, il y a l'oubli. L'oubli. Qui fait de nous des ombres
passantes. Des fantômes. Finalement...
(englikhtonian version)
There are too many songs about the ghosts. I could not make up my mind. Write this because
the theme of the 141st contrast podcast was "your job". Maybe Frank Black in "All my ghosts"
would have been suited. But many others, think.
"But? Ghost is not a job," she says to me.
She is right. Ghost is not, either, exactly my job. This song by the Blithe Sons would have been perfect.
But lost in obscure corners, I did not think of it.
The day. Night. The cold. Heat. Indoors. Outside. Good. Evil. Shadow and light. All is not, in this world, as
precisely divided in two. Above all, there is oblivion. Oblivion. Which makes us, passers-by,
shades. Ghosts. At the end...
blithe sons
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loren chasse, glen donaldson, and rob reger at Hemlock Tavern, San Francisco
photo "overexposed memories" by ZB