Pour mettre un terme, momentané, à mon obsession Melville, sur qui je reviendrai dire deux ou trois choses que je sais, je choisis une photographie où “surgissent” ses yeux admirablement ombrés, qu'il dissimulait toujours derrière des lunettes noires, et une chanson crépusculaire de Frank Sinatra.
A long night
A Long night, it's a long night, my friend
The barrooms and the back street's dead end
Sometimes I thought I saw the sunrise and good times in the air
It was just, it was just another big town with midnight's neon glare
Long night, it's a long night, I know
The bus rides and the "nowhere to go"
I've seen what the street corners do to things like love and dreams
Seen what the bottle can do to a man with his hopes and his schemes
A long night, what a long night it has been
The wheelers and the dealers, they win
I've tasted the 90-proof gin and chased it away with the blues
I rarely paid debts that I owed but I sure have paid my dues
No daylight, just a long night for me
Musique d'Alec Wilder, paroles de Loonis McGlohon
The barrooms and the back street's dead end
Sometimes I thought I saw the sunrise and good times in the air
It was just, it was just another big town with midnight's neon glare
Long night, it's a long night, I know
The bus rides and the "nowhere to go"
I've seen what the street corners do to things like love and dreams
Seen what the bottle can do to a man with his hopes and his schemes
A long night, what a long night it has been
The wheelers and the dealers, they win
I've tasted the 90-proof gin and chased it away with the blues
I rarely paid debts that I owed but I sure have paid my dues
No daylight, just a long night for me
(Enregistré en 1981, extrait de Sinatra, She shot me down)
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Si jamais vous ne l'avez pas vu :
http://lettres.blogs.liberation.fr/sorin/2010/10/pour-saluer-melville.html
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