chansons inspirés par elle:
Ophelia 2:14, Celestial Season
Bleak is this tragedy... Ophelia
My darling rose of May
Drown... cruel misery
The curse of a broken heart
Desolation Row, Bob Dylan
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row
Ophelia, Peter Hamill
That token drag on your cigarette,
that well-known face in the fire,
it could be someone you can't forget,
someone you've learnt to admire.
And it's strange
how the feeling goes;
all change -
down the river Ophelia goes.
You're treading water, the price is steep,
you say you'll cope with it all;
you've made some promises you can't keep,
you throw yourself against the wall,
you throw yourself against the wall.
And it's strange...
You heard a noise in the firegrate,
you look to see who goes there -
it's just the stranger, he's come too late
and even he's unprepared
to find the cupboard so bare
And it's strange...
down the river Ophelia goes.
Ophelia, Natalie Merchant
Ophelia was a bride of God
A novice Carmelite
In sister cells
The cloister bells tolled on her wedding night
Ophelia was the rebel girl
A blue stocking suffragette
Who remedied society between her cigarettes
And Ophelia was the sweetheart
To a nation overnight
Curvaceous thighs
Vivacious eyes
Love was at first sight
Love was at first sight
Ophelia was a demigoddess in pre-war Babylon
So statuesque a silhouette in black satin evening gowns
Ophelia was the mistress
To a Vegas gambling man
Signora Ophelia Maraschina
Mafia courtesan
Ophelia was the circus queen
The female cannonball
Projected through five flaming hoops
To wild and shocked applause
To wild and shocked applause
Ophelia was a tempest cyclone
A goddamn hurricane
Your common sense, your best defense
Lay wasted and in vain
For Ophelia'd know your every woe
And every pain you'd ever had
She'd sympathize and dry your eyes
And help you to forget
Help you to forget
And help you to forget
Ophelia's mind went wandering
You'd wonder where she'd gone
Through secret doors down corridors
She wanders them alone
All alone
Dig Ophelia, Rasputina
Dig Ophelia, consider it dug.
Flowers madness and polar bear rug
Here's the water, just ankle deep high.
Lay back and relax and look up at the sky.
Your eyes never close, your mind's not at
rest,
Lay back, get waterlogged
Give us a kiss.
Water spreads the small seed
Water kills the tall weed.
Ophelia.
Cut the stem and you'll see how you feel
Floating orchids just ain't no big deal
Never knowing's like knowing too much
Tap the table, oh here's more bad luck.
Your eyes never close, your mind's not at
rest,
Lay back, get waterlogged
Give us a kiss.
Water spreads the small seed,
Water kills the tall weed.
Ophelia.
Ophelia.
The Woman Who Had An Affair With Herself, Toyah
Well it's like this
Hamlet said
"Get thee to a nunnery, go, farewell, or it thou will't needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. God has given you one face and you make yourselves another. You jig, you amble and you lisp and nickname God's creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to: I'll no more on't: it hath made me mad. To a nunnery go"
(drink me)
To which Ophelia answered
"Oh what a noble mind is here o'erthrown"
There's this woman
From the land beyond the shore line
The woman who had an affair
Cos her man's attentions were somewhere else
In the clouds
It all began with her image
She thought there was room to improve
To win the admiration
Of his wandering attentions
Instead she discovered part of herself she never knew of
The waves come
The effect that followed
Was like being thrown into the Hawaii surf
Oh the glory in the liking of herself
She was her own secret admirer
She gives herself gifts
Giving perpetuates
And this person is
truly and faithfully hers alone
Roll over my feet
Every time she sees her glowing reflections
She's reminded of true devotion
But when a golden boy caught her eye J
ealously she felt from within
Instead of flirting with she ignored him
I descend the shore
She explores
She goes forward
And tries new ways
And when she's had enough
She tries new tastes
And if things get stale
With gentle consideration
She spits it all away
She's there
She cares
While down in the gutter pitter patter piss bile and ale
There's this woman
On the land beyond the shoreline
The woman who had an affair with herself
Cos her man's attentions were somewhere else
In the clouds
While she was being thrown into the Hawaii surf
Hawaii surf
Hawaii surf
Hawaii surf
And the waves drink me
Althea, Grateful Dead
I told Althea I was feeling lost
lacking in some direction
Althea told me about scrutiny
and that might need protection
I told Althea a treachery
was tearing me limb from limb
Althea told me "Now, cool down boy,
settle back, easy kid."
You may be Saturday's child, all alone
and moving with a tinge of grace
You may be a cloud in the varying crowd
or just another pretty face.
You may meet the fate of Ophelia
sleeping and the chance to dream
honest to the point of recklessness
self-centered to the extreme
Ain't nobody messing with you, but you
Your friends are getting most concerned
Loose with the truth, baby it's your find
Baby, don't get burned
When the smoke has cleared she said,
that's what she said to me
I only want a bed to lay your head
and a little smypathy
There are things you can replace
and others you can not,
the time has come to weigh those things
this space is getting hot
You know this space is getting hot
I told Althea I'm a roving son
and I was born to be a bachelor
Althea told me, OK, that's fine,
so now I'm trying to catch her.
I can't talk to you without talking to me
we're guilty of the same old thing
Thinking a lot about less and less
and forgetting the love we bring
j'aime bien les 2, 3 et 6 ^^ (même si Ophélie apparait pas toujours beaucoup dedans ^^)
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