The Narrow Way Pt.3

Ca faisait un bon petit moment que je n'avais pas posté quelque chose ici, pour la bonne et simple raison qu'après avoir raclé ce qui me restait de mots au fin fond de ma tête, je me suis sentie creuse. Et comme j'avais tout de même envie de préserver cette coquille fragile qui me restait, je n'ai pas voulu la brusquer. Je me réinjecte alors la poésie des autres par intra-occulaire, intra-auriculaire, à défaut d'intra-veineuse. J'aimerais donc partager The Narrow Way, chanson magnifique de The Pink Floyd, en hommage à mon père qui malheureusement s'en trouve privé du fin fond de son hôpital.

Following the path as it leads towards the Darkness in the North

Weary strangers' faces show their sympathy
They've seen that hope before
And if you want to stay for a little bit
Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
Before you the night is beckoning
And you know you can't delay
You hear the night birds calling you
But you can't touch the words they sing
Close your aching eyes beyond your name
Mist is swelling, creatures crawling,
Hear the roar get louder in your ears
You know the folly was your own
But the force behind can't conquer all your fears
And if you want to stay for a little bit
Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
Before you the night is beckoning
And you know you can't delay
You hear the night birds calling you
But you can't touch the restless sky
Close your aging eyes beyond your name

Throw your thoughts back many years
To the time when there was life in every morning
Perhaps a day will come
When the nights will be as clear as on that morning
And if you want to stay for a little bit
Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
Before you the night is beckoning
And you know you can't delay
You hear the night birds calling you
But you can't touch the words they sing
Close your aging eyes beyond your name

Humeur: apaisée
Bande son: Ummagumma