Her Morning Elegance / Oren Lavie

Des fois, on trouve une bonne raison de se lever le matin ou de rester couché. C'est tout pareil, si cette raison vous met de bonne humeur. Un petit rien suffit à éclairer votre journée d'un ton unique, comme ces poussières élégantes qui ondoient dans un rai de lumière. Un rien ? Une mélodie pop, un clip joli et doux, des réminiscences, une odeur de pain grillé, le chat qui saute sur votre lit, quelques gouttelettes qui frappent les volets. Tout conflue à cet éphémère bonheur matinal. Vous êtes bien car vous savez que le reste du temps sera accroché à cet instant que vous essayez de faire durer à l'envi.
Ce clip, cette musique font merveille au matin, comme on sirote avec flemme un bol de thé odorant en regardant par la fenêtre les gris oscéllés du ciel.
Merci Oren Lavie (pour la vie) pour cet instant fluide et pop. ce court instant d'une mélodie sucrée qui donne envie de respirer...


Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case
Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows
Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And She goes...
Nobody knows