T'as pas tout lu, 3èmes brèves:

1 "Dirty Boulevard" de Lou Reed + lien sur le titre - 2 Intro d'"Help me make through the night" par Glady Knight - 3 "Tout le monde le fait" d'Ophélie Winter + lien - 4 Pieces of eight par Richard Galienne, "John B. sails" par le Kingston trioJimmie RodgersJohnnie Cash et les Beach Boys - 5 "Le publiphobe" de Mona Lisa + lien sur le titre - 6 Telegramme de Serge à Jane + lien sur le titre du texte, "Overseas telegram" par Catherine Deneuve, puis Serge Gainsbourg - 7 Isabelle Huppert & Jean-Louis Murat, extraits de "Madame Deshoulières" - 8 speech d'Isaac Hayes sur "By the timeI was in Phoenix"

T'as pas tout lu les textes de Lou Reed: "Dirty Boulevard"

Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel He looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet / His father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg / He's got 9 brothers and sisters, they're brought up on their knees / It's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the things / Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man / but that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevard
He's going to end up, on the dirty boulevard /He's going out, to the dirty boulevard /He's going down, to the dirty boulevard
This room cost 2,000 dollars a month, you can believe it man it's true somewhere a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants / No one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything / they dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard
Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em / That's what the Statue of Bigotry says / Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard
Going to end up, on the dirty boulevard / Going out, to the dirty boulevard He's going down, on the dirty boulevard Going out
Outside it's a bright night, there's an opera at Lincoln Center / Movie stars arrive by limousine / The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan But the lights are out on the mean streets
A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel / He's selling plastic roses for a buck The traffic's backed up to 39th street
The TV Whores are calling the Cops out for a Suck
And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming / He's found a book on Magic in a garbage can / He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling / "At the count of 3" he says, "I hope I can disappear"
And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from dirty boulevard / I want to fly, from dirty boulevard / I want to fly, fly, fly, fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly away / I want to fly / Fly, fly away / I want to fly / Fly, fly away Fly, fly, fly / Fly, fly away
I want fly away

T'as pas tout lu, quand Gladys Knight t'explique ton bonheur, l'amour, la solitude...


"I'm imagining a lot of happy people and most of you are with someone you love. Well, you are the lucky ones... All over the world there are lots of people who are lonely tonight. I imagine most of us are in that situation at some time or another... I know I have.
Recently I heard the most beautiful song with a dynamic lyric that really expresses this feeling of loneliness. It means a lot to me personally and I'd like to share it with you... I think you'll see what I mean..."
 And the song begins ;o)

OuÏr it at 5'00...

T'as pas tout lu: "Tout le monde le fait" par une Ophélie Winter toute en finesse et doigté


"Bienvenue sur winter.com, définir Masturbation:
Attouchement des parties génitales
destiné à procurer le plaisir sexuel.
OK personne n'est parfait
On a tous nos défauts faut pas s'en cacher
OK on préfère s'isoler, ne pas en parler
L'avouer, personne ne l'oserait
Le plaisir solitaire demeure un pêché
Cliché de facilité Pourquoi s'en priver ?
Tout le monde le sait Tout le monde

Tout le monde le fait Tout le monde
Depuis que la terre est ronde On a besoin de quelques secondes
Tout le monde le sait Tout le monde
Tout le monde le fait Tout le monde
Depuis que le monde est monde On a les mains vagabondes.
OK dans la société Onan n'est pas un Dieu vraiment respecté
Prié dans l'obscurité, il est glorifié Secret, l'un des mieux gardé
On ne dit pas le mot par peur de choquer On fait comme si d'rien n'était
Dans l'intimité...
Na na na na Na na na na Na na na na Na na na na Na na na na... "

T'as pas tout lu / Extrait de "Pieces of Eight" by Richard Le Galienne, 1917

"One of the quaint Nassau ditties:
Come on the sloop John B.
My grandfather and me,
Round Nassau town we did roam;
Drinking all night, ve got in a fight,
Ve feel so break-up, 
ve vant to go home.
So h'ist up the John B. sails,
See how the mainsail set,
Send for the captain-shore, 
let us go home,
Let me go home, let me go home,
I feel so break-up, 
I vant to go home"
Où comment passer du floklore bahaméen à l'hymne pop intemporel à travers 60 années de re-création musicale américaine.

Ouïr: "John B. sails" carré d'as by Kingston Trio, Jimmie Rodgers, Johnny Cash and the Beach Boys

T'as pas tout lu: Mona Lisa "Le publiphobe"... histoire de garder le topset!

Le matin j'me Timex de bonne heure
J'me
Fluocaril,
J'me
Petrol Hahn,
J'me
Rexona.
Je
Nesquik, j'Gauloise et j'Pulmol,
Puis j'me
Jean's et j'me Shetland.
J'
R6 comme un fou,
J'
Dunlop dans les virages,
Merde, j'
Kelton de 5 Timex.
Je me
Telefunken les oreilles.
Je travaille chez
Moulinex.
Le midi, j'm'
Olida vite fait,
J'me
Flodor et j'me Préfontaine deux ou trois verres,
Histoire de garder le
Topset.
L'après-midi, re-
Moulinex.
A quatre heures je
Pchitt,
Et le soir, je
BNP, je Mammouth, Je Phenix à six heures.
J'
Arthur Martin mes Labonal et mes Eminence.
Je
William Saurin, ouf, j'Aspirine.
Je
Conforama en Philipsant couleur,
Et enfin, j'
Epeda multi-spires, tôt
Assez tôt, assez tôt…

T'as pas tout lu/ Télégramme à Jane envoyé par Serge Gainsbourg à Miss Birkin au printemps '68

Je voudrais que ce télégramme
Soit le plus beau télégramme
De tous les télégrammes
Que tu recevras jamais
Et qu'ouvrant ce télégramme
Et lisant mon télégramme
A la fin du télégramme
Tu te mettes à pleurer
En disant "Oh! le joli télégramme"
---------------------------------------------
1980, Jane et Serge se séparent. Il créera "Overseas Télégram" l'année suivante pour Deneuve, puis lui-même, jusqu'au retour à destinataire en '83 sur "Baby alone in Babylone". Boucle débouclée.

Echec en Catherine pour réussite à la Serge... "Overseas telegram"

T'as pas tout lu/ Préface de Mme Deshoulières

Loin de remplir d'ennuyeux complimens
Un inutile & long prélude,
Sans crainte, sans inquiétude,
Je livre mes amusemens
A la critique la plus rude.
Cette espèce de fermeté
Ne vient point de la vanité
Que m'auroient pu donner
les plus fameux suffrages;
De plus justes raisons font ma tranquillité.
Du tems qui détruit tout je crains peu les outrages;
Le grand nom de Louis, mêlé dans mes Ouvrages,
Les conduira sans doute à l'immortalité.

Isabelle Huppert & Jean-Louis Murat, bonjour Madame, quoi de vieux, aujourd'hui? Antoinette nous rejoint, Deshouillière for ever:

T'as pas tout lu ni entendu, quand Isaac te raconte "By the time I get to Phoenix"...

"Ahh, Yeah, Mmm, I’m talking ’bout the power of love now. I’m gonna tell you what love can do. You know, when they say love makes the world go ’round, that’s the truth. Love can make you or break you. It can make you laugh, it can make you cry, it can make you happy, it can make you sad. And if you’re hung out real bad in the case of jealousy, love can make you mad. Oh yeah. Everybody, everybody’s got his own thing. Everybody’s got his way of doing a thing. Now, we shall attempt to do a tune, that’s very popular, that was written by one of the great young songwriters of today. Now, I don’t know what he was thinking about when he started to write this tune, but it’s a deep tune. There’s a deep meaning to this tune, because it shows you what the power of love can do. I shall attempt to do it my way, my own interpretation of it. Like I say, everybody got his own thing, I’m gonna bring it on down for you. Now, I want you to bear along with me for a few minutes while I set it up. I want your imagination, I want you to travel with me. Oh, come on, come on...

T'as pas tout lu ni entendu, quand Isaac te raconte "By the time I get to Phoenix"...


Awww, yeah. Mmmm, hummm       

I'm talking about the power of love now
I'm gonna tell you what love can do
You know, when they say love makes the world go round
That's the truth
Love can make you or break you
It can make you laugh or make you cry
It can make you happy or sad
Aw, it can hurt real bad
In a case of jealousy, love can make you mad. Oh, yeah
Now everybody, everybody's got it's own thing
Everybody's got it's way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now, I don't know what he was thinking about or what inspired him to write this tune, but it's a deep tune
There's a deep meaning to this tune, because it shows you what the power of love can do
Now I should attempt to do it my way, my own interpretation of it
Like I said, everybody's got it's own thing
I'm gonna bring it on down to Soulsville
Now I want you to bear along with me for a few minutes while I set it up
Now I want your imagination
I want you to travel with me
Oh, come on, come on, come on

"By the time I get to Phoenix": C'est parti pour 18 minutes 42 secondes, attention l'Homme a des choses à vous dire....