Vidéo : The Snuts – Glasgow

Un nom, une belle gueule, une voix écorchée, la jeunesse, Jack Cochrane possède tous les atouts pour faire le fou en haut des charts ou nous briser les noix. Alors on est certes loin du Glasgow de Tavernier dans La mort en direct , on se retrouve comme souvent sur un toit (sans pomme), lunettes de soleil et guitare rutilantes pour une visite touristico-émotionnelle. Le refrain est efficace pour égayer les futurs after-show, quand il y en aura.

The Snuts – Glasgow

And I will bite my tongue
And I won’t be the one to tell you no
I promise you this
I’ll always love the way that you say Glasgow
I promise you this
I’ll always love the way you say

Will you hold your fire
When there comes a time to take your shot
Will you stand on stage
When they disengage from your song

When the big bad city won’t call your name
And the clouds won’t clear
The sun’s to blame
Jump on my back
And I will take you home

When the roads stand still
And the birds won’t fly
Roll your stone
To clear your mind
Jump on my back
And I will take you home
I’ll always love the way that you say Glasgow

Will you hold your own
When there comes a call saying that they’re gone
Will you fold your hand
When the sun and sand won’t come your way

When the big bad city won’t call your name
And the clouds won’t clear
The sun’s to blame
Jump on my back
And I will take you home

When the roads stand still
And the birds won’t fly
Roll your stone
To clear your mind
Jump on my back
And I will take you home
I’ll always love the way that you say Glasgow

And I will bite my tongue
And I won’t be the one to tell you no
I promise you this
I’ll always love the way that you say Glasgow