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By Ariane Charton
'Un poète peut parler de lui, de ses amis, des vins qu’il boit, de l. a. maîtresse qu’il a ou qu’il voudrait avoir, du temps qu’il fait, des morts et des vivants, des sages et des fous : mais il ne doit pas faire de politique.'
Enfant bad du romantisme, Alfred de Musset (1810-1857) fut considéré de son vivant comme un météore qui n’avait jamais donné los angeles pleine mesure de son expertise. On ne voulait voir en lui qu’un auteur de comédies charmantes, de contes légers et de poèmes lyriques. los angeles Confession d’un enfant du siècle fut publiée dans une sorte d’indifférence : il ne chercha jamais à dissiper ces malentendus. Observateur désabusé d’une époque qui l’ennuie, il est pourtant celui qui dit le mieux le désenchantement de sa génération. Trop souvent réduit à sa réputation d’écrivain sentimental et à sa liaison avec George Sand, Musset est notre contemporain : parce qu’il position sa vie et son œuvre sous le signe de los angeles modernité et de los angeles liberté individuelle.
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Yes I'm goin ho o ome 40 39TH CHORUS Yes I'm goin on home today Tonight I'll be ridin The 80 mile Zipper And flyin down the Coast Wrapt in a blanket Cryin And cold So brother Pour me a drink I got lots of friends From coast to coast And ocean to ocean girls But when I see A bottle a wine And see that it's full I like to open it And take of it my fill 41 40TH CHORUS And when my head gets dizzy And friends all laugh And money pours from my pocket And goid from my ears And silver flies out and rubies explode I'll up & eat And sing another song And drop another grape In my belly down Cause you know What Omar Khayyam said Better be happy With the happy grape As make long faces And groan all night In search of fruit That dont exist 41ST C H O R U S So Mister Engineer And Mister Hoghead Conductor Jones And you head brakeman And you, tagman on this run Give me a hiball Boomer's or any kind Start that Diesel All 3 Units Less roll on down that rail See Kansas City by dawn Or grass of Amarilla Or rooftops of Old New York Or banksides green with grass In April Anywhere I 43 42ND CHORUS I'd better be a poet Or lay down dead.
Touch the cup to these sad lips Let the purple grape foam In my gullet deep Spread saccharine And crimson carnadine In my vine of veins And shoot power To my hand Belly heart &c head— This Magic Carpet Arabian World Will take us Easeful Zinging Cross the Sky Singing Madrigals 26TH CHORUS To horizons of golden Moment emptiness Whither whence uncaring Dizzy ride in space To red fires Beyond the pale, Rosy gory outlooks Everywhere. San Francisco is too old Her chimnies lean And look sooty After all this time Of waiting for something To happen Betwixt hill & house— Heart & heaven.
And raindrops That dont know You've been deceived Slide on iron Raggedly gloomy 37 36TH CHORUS Falling off in wind. I got the San Francisco blues Bluer than misery I got the San Francisco blues Bluer than Eternity I gotta go on home Fine me Another Sanity I got the San Francisco blues Bluer than heaven's gate, mate, I got the San Francisco blues Bluer than blue paint, Saint,-— I better move on home Sleep in My golden Dream again 38 37TH CHORUS I got the San Acisca blues Singin in the street all day I got The San Acisca Blues Wailin in the street all day I better move on, podner, Make my West The Eastern Way— San Fran Cis Co— San Fran Cis Co Oh— ba by 39 38TH CHORUS Ever see a tired ba by Cryin to sleep in its mother's arms Wailin all night long while the locomotive Wails on back A cry for a cry In the smoke and the lamp Of the hard ass night That's how I feeeel— That's how I fee-eel!