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Cybele's Reverie Lyrics
matiéres sensuelles et sans suites
matiéres sensuelles et sans suites
l'enfance est plus sympathique
l'enfance apporte le magique
que faire quand on a tout fait
tout lu, tout bu, tout mangé
tout donné en vrac et en détail
quand on a crié sur tous les toîts
pleuré et ris dans les villes et en campagne
l'enfance est plus authentique
le jardin au haut portique
les pierres, lea arbres, les murs racontent
(la maison, la maison d'autrefois, la maison la maison d'avenir)
et le silence (-trera) me pénétrera
matiéres sensuelles et sans suites
l'enfance est plus sympathique
l'enfance apporte le magique
que faire quand on a tout fait
tout lu, tout bu, tout mangé
tout donné en vrac et en détail
quand on a crié sur tous les toîts
pleuré et ris dans les villes et en campagne
l'enfance est plus authentique
le jardin au haut portique
les pierres, lea arbres, les murs racontent
(la maison, la maison d'autrefois, la maison la maison d'avenir)
et le silence (-trera) me pénétrera
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What a surprisingly intimate and nostalgic song for them!
From the view of someone who's "read everything, drank everything..." and no longer is able to find joy in the limits adult life, so they idealize and reminisce about the wondrous and immaculate aspects of childhood. They seem to be looking at their old childhood house ("the rocks, the trees, the walls narrate"), every part of which has it's own story to tell, comparing it to "the house of the future", or their less-than-magical present house. The "silence will penetrate me" is all of the memories that came from thinking about and looking at these past things, coming back all at once. I love how their childlike harmonies emphasize it all!
I don't know French, but I love this song either way.
Cybele's Reverie (translation)
sensuous and incoherent matters sensuous and incoherent matters childhood is much nicer childhood brings the magical what to do when we've done everything read everything, drank everything, ate everything given everything loose or retail when we have screamed on all the rooftops cried and laughed in the cities and the country childhood is more authentic the garden with the high porch the rocks, the trees, the walls narrate (the house, the house of old, the house, the house of the future) and silence will penetrate me.
I just copied that from another site.
Lyrics which echo these lines from Le Voyage by Baudelaire:
Pour l'enfant, amoureux de cartes et d'estampes, L'univers est égal à son vaste appétit. Ah ! que le monde est grand à la clarté des lampes ! Aux yeux du souvenir que le monde est petit !
Read the whole poem here: http://www.feelingsurfer.net/garp/poesie/Baudelaire.Voyage.html
Have a pleasant eternity.
A song so full of sadness that when understood in its totality it drives one to utter despair. The vanished innocence of wonder. The gardens of nostalgia, the backyards of childhood friends, the need to believe in eternity so as not be driven, like the narrator of the final lines of The Great Gatsby, into an idealized past:
"And one fine morning ---- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
When I hear this song I am grateful to God for delivering me from the futility of this sin-cursed world.