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2006 : The Ministry of Winter

Chansons écrites fin 2005 et enregistrées en 2006. Conçu comme un teaser pour l'album à venir "Wasted Waves of Love".

Ce disque présente des versions de "June will be better" et "James" différentes de celles de "Wasted Waves of Love".

"James" est un morceau inspiré indirectement par un accident de voiture que j'ai vécu en 2000 [quoique les paroles n'aient rien de très personnel en fait] Il est plutôt question ici de la fascination collective pour la vitesse, le danger, la mort.

"Students" est une réflexion sur le statut d'étudiant. Texte inspiré avant tout de réflexions personnelles, ayant trouvé un écho particulier à la lecture de Pierre Bourdieu (citons quelques passages de l'incontournable "Les Héritiers" : "Le système universitaire consacre les inégalités par la transformation du privilège social en don ou en mérite individuel [...] les etudiants des hautes classes peuvent se contenter de projets vagues puisqu'ils n'ont jamais eu à choisir vraiment de faire ce qu'ils font [...] sans doute, les étudiants vivent et entendent vivre dans un temps et un espace originaux."


01 James (version 2006)
02 June will be better ("warm embrace" version)
04 The Ministry of Winter


All the students think they are freaks
Just because their hair is tweaked
On saturday they party, so they think they are free
Must be someone pulling the strings
Once they’re convinced they’re on the good side
They are ready to be tied

Cause it’s not the middle-class executives who rule the world, so
Although everybody’s been telling you that school would make you an important man
If you’re not born in the uptown, it’s not just your degree, no it’s not just your degree
That will save you from slavery

But students don’t care, they just think about their hair
Cause Mum and Dad are so proud, they give their credit card
You are so cool now, but soon they’ll take you for a cow
With a tie around your neck, then will be the time of regrets

But for now, you’re a student
You go out like all the students
Losing your time, drinking and singing stupid songs :
La la la la, I’m a student
La la la la, I’m a student

The Ministry of Winter

It’s early morning, I see a man who gets out of his home
He goes to work, a paper creature, outside it’s cold
A kind of fog fills the streets, and dresses all the lights with a halo
The day is late, the night lingers, I wonder if I’ll ever see the sun again

In this city, everybody works at the ministry of winter
here are plenty of things to do
Make sure that there are no leaves left on the trees
Make sure that every passer-by is bitten by the breeze
At the ministry of winter...

Some people locked at the highest floor of a modern tower
Have decided that, for everyone, winter was the best time
People are more productive when they don’t think about the sunshine
Those desperate dreams of freedom seem to disappear from their eyes


I see this man, the same as before, step into the bus
He keeps his feelings in a box, and the key is full of frost
Arriving at the ministry, his heart breaks silently
He’ll spend one more day, thinking about ways to make the winter colder, always colder