I’m SAGE FRANCIS, I come from a land of broken hearts and empty wallets / concert INTIMEPOP #46 BOOTLEG

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SAGE FRANCIS passait par Lyon; quel plaisir de se mêler a cette foule venue acclamer l’Américain; d’abord infime, puis bloquant anarchiquement la rue sous l’oeil malveillant des automobiliste forçant le passage, une bonne heure sera nécessaire pour rentrer. B. Dolan et lui-même arriverat simplement par la porte d’entrée pendant que nous faisions la queue , tous incrédules de découvrir que de grands artistes peuvent encore se comporter comme monsieur tout le monde, personne ne dit mot, instant magique à milles lieux des grosses prods à la con.
A 10€ l’Américain n’est pas seulement bradé mais c’est une aubaine pour tous les étudiants venus en masse et dont les loyers et autres grèvent un argent de poche limité; ce prix est aussi forcément synchrone avec la contestation de ses chansons. L’entrée chaotique laisse place au Rail théâtre, agréable en étage d’où mon appareil captera facilement le roi Californien. Les premières parties Folk et Math Rock dénotent sur ce qui va venir mais en fait on s’en fout royalement, même si je sortirai un Young POP à l’occaz.
B. Dolan, le pôte de tous les lives, chauffe la salle énergiquement et s’avéra extrêmement plus convaincant a posteriori dans un rap violent que Sage Francis, mais Francis est attendu sur tout autre chose : l’émotion . L’entrée de Sage Francis remet pas mal de pendules à l’heure sur des textes extrêmement travaillés et musicaux, arghh quel dommage de ne pas être bilingue même si mon english se défend je reste à la ramasse sur pas mal de morceaux, faudra choper les lyrics ce que j’ai fait pour vous sur les 3 morceaux . Entre pétages de plomb, morceaux émotifs et rap violent, Sage Francis nous offre une palette incomparable de ce que peut être du rap Américain et qui restera dans les mémoires de tous avec une surprise finale qui paraitra dans ma deuxième vidéo( qui sortira sous peu), en descendant dans le public embrasser à la cantonnade; ça change des poignées de main faux culs de Chirac. Hallucinant cet humaniste !!!

Combattant toute l’après midi une saturation provenant de l’AGC de mon appareil Canon , voici donc Water Line + Sea Lion, + Excape Artist, enjoy.

Les Lyrics :
WATER LINE

I just sit there, and let the thoughts flood
And I remind myself it’s all right, it’s all good
It’s all love, it’s not though
Cuz there’s a kink in the armor
A pot hole I’m sinkin’ in, the more I think of the drama
So I stand up, I start to pace in my living room
Set my eye to the highway, knowin’ that I’ll play chicken soon
There’s a vanity plate, wit my name on it
There’s a Davy Crocket hat with a masonic fat cat under it
A musket rifel spittin’ at my feet
And want me to dance in the middle of the street
And I respect my elders, so I do as I’m told
But I’ve offset the bell curve when I do it with so losin’ control
Guilty feet do have rhythm
They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villian
Instead of killin’, I spare the raccoon
And start fillin’ sand bags as I stare at the moon
And let the thoughts flood, blessed are those who are damned
When the levy broke, how many choked on the steps of a slow dance
A staircase to a hug with no hands
Accountability hung out to dry on the line of command
We let the thoughts flood, we remind ourselves it’s all right, it’s all good
It’s all love, it’s not though
Cuz there’s a kink in the armor
A pot hole I’m sinkin’ in, sharing a drink with my father
It’s a family affair, the vanity we share
The water line is rising and we do is stand there..

SEA LION :

The force of my love was strong. The sea lion lay down long. Song in the air. Why should singer care? When singer can be among song.

Ma, Ma–look what i did, Ma. Look what i did to my hands, I broke ’em.
You gave me the stone, gave me the chisel, didn’t say how to hold ’em.
Didn’t say to give away every piece of the puzzle ’til i was left with nothin’.
But i took it upon myself to crush it up and distribute the dust.
Get in the bus. Hop in the van. Jump in the water. Crawl to the land.
Build another castle out of sand. Break it down and then get into the saddle again.
I’m going city to city – i’m already lost. Tell the boss who is new in town.
I’ll ride this horse ’til it it bucks me off and i’m forced to shoot it down.
I’ll take him out for some gasoline. Trade this cow for some magic beans.
Gonna make mom proud of the deals that I made, ’cause I’m just a modern day Johnny Appleseed
But i’m glad that I never passed the genes, and I never put down the axe.
Piano man got a checkered dance floor to grace and a painful look on his face.
‘Cause the crowd is packed and the louder they clap
the less he is able to make the connection between what he sees
when he hears certain notes and the hurt that is shown in his facial expression. Ahhhhhh.
I don’t need your « go ahead » to go ahead. No, I know no one said it was gonna be easy,
but sweet jesus who wants to sleep with me?
Way too many moves to learn. Not enough people to put ’em on.
Look it, mom! No hands. I built this suit of armor with wooden arms.

The force of my love was strong. The sea lion lay down long. Song in the air. Why should singer care? When singer can be among song.

Oh God I think I’m dead
I can’t see outside my head
Brains and bloods and cryptic gang men
Czars and warlords breaking bread
Thoughts are thought
What’s said is said
I thought that ‘fore you said it
I didn’t mean to think out loud
My tongue slipped but who let it?
Let it be, let me be, let me go, nah let me out
My manhood nods and whispers when my father screams and shouts
Dear dad I’m sad you’re dead
A new man standing in the pulpit
He bows before a wooden cross and forces praise the culprit
I’m a tenor in the choir but I sing a different song
Of how the wheres and whys of now all prove I don’t belong
But I’m staying I’ve planted seeds and plan to watch them grow
I’ve watered all my wishes dreams fulfilled more seeds to sow
And I promise to learn to love the way I’ve learned to fear
To unknot all the inhibitions tangled in my hair
To let my ego mound in piles around the barber chair
And make a graceful exit from my vexed troubled years
I’ve decided I’ve been invited to my own resort
Where knights can leave their armor neatly piled by the door
And every woman, child, and man will gather by the shore
and study how sea lions swim in cursive

The force of my love was strong. The sea lion lay down long. Song in the air. Why should singer care? When singer can be among song.

ESCAPE ARTIST :

(When I first got in to magic, yeah.)

When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
Now everybody’s like « pick a card, any card… »
If I shot my full load with the first hand I played
I’d be a monkey in a box hangin’ with the David Blaines
I’d be swimmin’ with the sharks, mouthes full of razor blades
But I’m not, I got out of that game – Escape Artist
I talk ’til I’m red in my face with strain polyps
I’ll rock ’til I’m out of my range then raise octaves, I…
play through the pain and remain conscious
Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms from those who ain’t accomplished
Even one-fifths of some of this shit I made progress with
I’m leaving naysayers stumped like rain forests
After years of pullin’ rabbit ears out my pants pockets
I’m not revealin’ any tricks of the trade
It’s just there ain’t no magic in the breakdown baby

In an effort to make ’em all see what I found in my life I decided to give ’em a look
None of ’em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I’m sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed, I’ve just been misworded and misinterpreted, it’s…
Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment
I’m just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had got sawed in half

You See I never payed attention
But I can’t afford to laugh
’cause I’m lookin’ for my break and an autograph for my cast
but I’m short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd
show a little bit of audience participation now
When I say hip (what do I say?)
You, you say shut the fuck up we ain’t sayin shit!!!
And I’ll respect it
Check it,
Got a flair for the dramatic exit
A fashionable entrance
Late to my own arraignment (Oh!)
The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this art, your broken heart is my pallet
While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your talent
That’s why you still live at home and I bought this house off my parents
I’m getting ahead of myself (gettin ahead of myself)
I see the hair on my back (see the hair on my back)
I’m ‘On The Road’ reading Kerouac
It’s poems versus better raps
I think to myself
What’s worth remembering
Verses defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods?

In an effort to make ’em all see what I found in my life I decided to give ’em a look
None of ’em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I’m sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed, I’ve just been misworded and misinterpreted, it’s…
Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment
But none of this is getting told in confidence I reckon
I spin confidential records just to hold the listener’s attention

I’m a veteran of spatial relationships
I clip ya wings to fit you in, head-shrinking magician
Shape-shifting reptilian turned body contortionist
Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics
I lost acquaintances in a morgue of lady friends
I gender bent the heaven-sent angelic devil-boy, and God’s androgynous
I’m lookin’ marvelous but looks CAN kill
And you’re unsure about my sexual orientation still
Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangement
The vault is vacant
They’re all looking for fault or blame
I called my agent
The moment that I caught the train
I let him know I’m going nowhere, and he’s invited
If he leaves tonight then he just might help me find it
But this is my burden to bear, not his
And I’m a psychic without a sidekick holding the future hostage
A loose cannon standing on the rooftop with
A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
They call me daredevil but I’m not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too much

Escape Artist (x 5)

I’m in two places at once

Escape Artist

I ain’t slept in months

Escape Artist

I’m just trying to get away
Ain’t no magic in the breakdown baby

[Ain’t no magic in the breakdown baby
No magic in the break
Ain’t no magic in the breakdown ba-by]

Escape Artist]

[continues in background]

Sage Francis:

(Pussies, you’re scared to shoot me in the heart!
You know it’s too big, uhh!
Fuck, I gotta bulletproof heart, hit me baby.
I’ll never fall in love with you, ever!
If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!)

Slug:

Make some noise for Sage Francis ya’ll!

Une deuxième et troisième vidéo devraient suivre. UPDATE : deuxième vidéo avec « Crack Pipes », au nom evocateur :

[Sage as a kid]
To All them people who said I wouldn’t last
Don’t make me laugh, don’t make me laugh

[Sage Francis]
I’d give a twenty one gunshot salute
With the toy rifle that you bought me but it won’t shoot
And all is well because there’s been one too many shots
The sterile robots want to talk to me about detox
Stop the presses, there’s been an update
Delivered via 1:30 AM phone call
When an only half-informative source talks discretely
Meet me… at the family room on the side of the Intensive Care Unit
Immediately, I carry a tune
The sirens so loud, can’t hear my music
Keep free… of negative thoughts, everything’ll be fine
We all assume… That it would go back to the way things were
That it would go back to normal soon
Saw the moon in a way that I never seen it before
When I looked up that night into the sky wondering why
Lookin’ for answers, guess I ain’t asked right
I’m guessin most of y’all out there know exactly what that’s like
What that’s like, now tell me what’s that like?

It’s like a whirlwind of emotions that occurs when moms and dads fight
It’s like when a girl grins, an emotion of hers
That holds your arm, and grabs tight
Hurl him into the ocean, one of them cold sweat heat flash types
But extreme fluctuations and temperature changes
Have been known to crack pipes…
…crack pipes…crack pipes…

Meet me– half way and i’ll go that extra length just to help your strength
Meet me– at the AA meeting, needing to take more than 12 steps
Bring me to your hiding place, so I can face your vice grip
I’ll chisel every single monkey off your back with this ice pick
Come meet up with me on the sidelines when the game is over just to say hello
Then afterwards, backstage to let me know that you enjoyed the show
And go to grandma’s house for Sunday dinner
Sit at the head of the table, take away the fatal flaw
you made the day before, I seen you bleed
Meet me– on Christmas Eve, we can fight but make up before you leave
Make visits with the rest of those who rest in pieces of my dreams
Meet me at the fork in the road where lost souls get indecisive
Meet me at the crossroads so I can have someone to walk into the light with

Une gallerie de la soirée :
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4 Comments

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  2. francois

    27 septembre 2010 à 15 h 47 min

    Salut le concert etait genial. Pourrais tu menvoyer les 2 photos que tavais fait de moi avec le sage? javais des grosses lunettes noires. Merci

  3. Lionel

    27 septembre 2010 à 15 h 41 min

    Dis donc! J’ai eu de très bons échos des deux premières parties moi… T’aurais pu faire un effort! Haha 😉

    Alors on se croise où dans les semaines à venir? Shellac? Troy?

    • abds69

      28 septembre 2010 à 12 h 14 min

      Release party peut-être ? Je veux capter Mensch et good damn peut etre. A+ vieux

      Premieres parties de sage, bof bof en plus ce que je critique c’est la diversité des genres, du folk, math rock et du hip hop, c’est comme le vin les mélanges sont pas toujours bon !!

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