Vertige pas folichon, une ville émondée et des gens de très hauts toujours trop loin, se tenant la main avant que le piano ne se tînt au bord du vide. On gratte le ciel avec ce qu'on peut. Gratte-mémoire que le Canard. Le gratte-papier, Gary Jules. On couine que ça reste du marbre:
Fut utilisée pour un film qui oublia d'être culte tout de suite. Quelque chose de bizarre sur l'enfance d'un gars non moins étrange, Donnie Darko. Chanson transfigurante, les extraits n'y échappent guère:
Et dans le monde multiple de Mad World clipé:
Gary Jules Lyrics
Les paroles à regarder dans les yeux:
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world... world
Enlarge your world
Mad world