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“If I could see all my friends tonight”

February 28, 2011
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Certaines chansons frappent par leur évidence, dès les premières secondes d’écoute. Le clavier omniprésent, les vagues de synthés, la batterie énergique se mêlent et rendent ce titre imparable. La voix de James Murphy est désabusée et amère mais prête à pousser un dernier cri d’espoir. Les paroles de All my friends sonnent comme l’aveu amer d’un homme dont les choix (faire carrière, fonder une famille) l’ont éloigné de ses amis, des plaisirs et de l’insouciance de sa jeunesse tumultueuse.

Et parfois,  je me surprends à me demander ce que telle fête, telle soirée serait devenue si des amis, proches mais un peu perdus de vue, étaient présents.

“That’s how it starts
We go back to your house
We check the charts
And start to figure it out
And if it’s crowded, all the better
Because we know we’re gonna be up late
But if you’re worried about the weather
Then you picked the wrong place to stay
That’s how it starts

And so it starts
You switch the engine on
We set controls for the heart of the sun
One of the ways we show our age
And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up
And I still don’t wanna stagger home
Then it’s the memory of our betters
That are keeping us on our feet

You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan
And the next five years trying to be with your friends again
You’re talking 45 turns just as fast as you can
Yeah, I know it gets tired, but it’s better when we pretend

It comes apart
The way it does in bad films
Except in parts
When the moral kicks in
Though when we’re running out of drugs
And the conversation’s winding away
I wouldn’t trade one stupid decision
For another five years of life

You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can
And the next ten people who are trying to be polite
When you’re blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France
Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight

And to tell the truth
Oh, this could be the last time
So here we go
Like a sales force into the night
And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool
on the road, there’s always this
And if I’m sewn into submission
I can still come home to this

And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand
You can sleep on the plane or review what you said
When you’re drunk and the kids leave impossible tasks
You think over and over, “hey, I’m finally dead.”
Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand
You look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop
You forgot what you meant when you read what you said
And you always knew you were tired, but then
Where are your friends tonight

Where are your friends tonight
Where are your friends tonight

If I could see all my friends tonight”

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