"The Mercy Seat", extrait de l'album AMERICAN III : Solitary Man <br /><br />Je dois ici confesser une chose terrible pour certains de mes proches...Johnny Cash est mon idole numéro un. (Et oui Maman, ne pleure pas, ce n’est pas Daniel Guichard) <br /><br />Pour tenter, s'il en est besoin, de vous convaincre de me rejoindre dans la Cash mania, je vous propose ici la reprise que Mister cash a faite de l'un des plus grands titres de Nick Cave, autre idole de mon petit panthéon personnel. <br /><br />Une excellente version de ce titre interprété par son auteur est également visible, grâce à Fredmarou, ici : <br /><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x9cpm_nick-cavethe-mercy-seat">http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x9cpm_nick-cavethe-mercy-seat</a> <br /><br />"It all began when they come took me from my home <br />And put me on Death Row, <br />a crime for which I am totally innocent, you know. <br /><br />I began to warm and chill <br />To objects and their fields, <br />A ragged cup, a twisted mop <br />The face of Jesus in my soup <br />Those sinister dinner deals <br />The meal trolley's wicked wheels <br />A hooked bone rising from my food <br />All things either good or ungood. <br /><br />And the mercy seat is waiting <br />And I think my head is burning <br />And in a way I'm yearning <br />To be done with all this weighing of the truth. <br />An eye for an eye <br />And a tooth for a tooth <br />And anyway I told the truth <br />And I'm not afraid to die. <br /><br />I hear stories from the chamber <br />Christ was born into a manger <br />And like some ragged stranger <br />He died upon the cross <br />Might I say, it seems so fitting in its way <br />He was a carpenter by trade <br />Or at least that's what I'm told <br /><br />My kill-hand's <br />tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist <br />That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist. <br /><br />In Heaven His throne is made of gold <br />The ark of his Testament is stowed <br />A throne from which I'm told <br />All history does unfold. <br />It's made of wood and wire <br />And my body is on fire <br />And God is never far away. <br /><br />Into the mercy seat I climb <br />My head is shaved, my head is wired <br />And like a moth that tries <br />To enter the bright eye <br />I go shuffling out of life <br />Just to hide in death awhile <br />And anyway I never lied. <br /><br />And the mercy seat is waiting <br />And I think my head is burning <br />And in a way I'm yearning <br />To be done with all this weighing of the truth. <br />An eye for an eye <br />And a tooth for a tooth <br />And anyway I told the truth <br />And I'm not afraid to die. <br /><br />And the mercy seat is burning <br />And I think my head is glowing <br />And in a way I'm hoping <br />To be done with all this twisting of the truth. <br />An eye for an eye <br />And a tooth for a tooth <br />And anyway there was no proof <br />And I'm not afraid to die. <br /><br />And the mercy seat is glowing <br />And I think my head is smoking <br />And in a way I'm hoping <br />To be done with all these looks of disbelief. <br />A life for a life <br />And a truth for a truth <br />And I've got nothing left to lose <br />And I'm not afraid to die. <br /><br />And the mercy seat is smoking <br />And I think my head is melting <br />And in a way that's helping <br />To be done with all this twisting of the truth <br />An eye for an eye <br />And a tooth for a tooth <br />And anyway I told the truth <br />But I'm afraid I told a lie."
