Vidéo : The Limiñanas – Prisoner of Beauty (avec Bobby Gillespie)

Mad Occitanie ! The Limiñanas nous offrent a strange nocturama, a masqued ball dans cette vie contemporaine, petit théâtre de la cruauté. Les rois de la fuzz revisitent le mythe américain dans un clip au noir et blanc étincelant avec course poursuite à la Bonnie & Clyde doublée d’une ode à la jeunesse. La voix élastique de Bobby posée sur la batterie de Marie et le riff de Lionel ad libitum augurent d’un disque de rock’n’roll comme on les aime.

The Limiñanas – Prisoner of Beauty (avec Bobby Gillespie)

Poor little diamond crashed out on the rocks again Locked in
the shadows running from yourself again Left your soul in the
ghettoes of yesterday
Can’t face up to the role you have to play…everyday

A prisoner of beauty in the Theatre of Cruelty Paradoxical curse
of the monied church
High on the drama loving the attention you get
A strange nocturama, a masqued ball dance of death Some swap
roles in a moment, others are fixed Butterfly chimeras, ghosts in
the shadows
With tricksters who flicker like flames

A prisoner of beauty in the Theatre of Cruelty Paradoxical curse
of the monied church
Out in the streets, stray dogs are runnin’ free Safe in the limo,
you think “that used to be me” “Skinny, underfed, no place to
rest my head” Now embalmed in a luxury morgue
Five star crucifixion Chorus
A prisoner of beauty in the Theatre of Cruelty Paradoxical curse
of the monied church
From a freezing bedsit to a townhouse fears remain
Are you who they think you are , or are you still the same?
You came to town a nobody and found yourself a ‘cause
celebre’ Threw your pearls at swine drinking $100 wine
And the best cocaine…
But somewhere in the shuffle you lost your cards The Ace of
Spades and the Queen of Hearts
The King and The Joker are one and the same You had no guilt
and you had no shame Suppressed emotions behind the mask

Chemicals fixed it and nailed it on hard Dissolute demon in a
Dior dress
The face of wealth is the face of death
A one act play in a drama of pain
There’s a loss to be had for all that you’ve gained
You’ve lived out all of your teenage dreams
But the humiliated child inside still screams
You were hoping that fame would pull you out of the flames Of
self-doubt, self loathing and pain, pain pain,
But the problems remain,
Yes, the problems remain

A prisoner of beauty in the Theatre of Cruelty Paradoxical curse
of the monied church