Vidéo : Brisa Roché & Fred Fortuny – Last Song

Vous avez aimé visiter Laurel Canyon avec Arte ? Laissez-vous emporter par le wall of beauty du tandem Brisa Roché & Fred Fortuny. Mais point de passéisme ici. Des influences, certes. Joni Mitchell, Carole King, Dusty Springfield mais comment les oublier. Si l’amour, le spleen, le manque, le désir, les larmes ont donné de sacrées bonnes chansons, cela continue aujourd’hui avec un sacré bon disque, Freeze Where U R qui nous réchauffe le cœur. « Ces chansons parlent d’émancipation, d’amours disparus, de nostalgie, de colère contre des hommes, de séparation, d’histoires impossibles… de pages qui se tournent, de nouvelles pages qui s’ouvrent… mais j’avais aussi envie d’évoquer notre addiction aux nouvelles technologies et à ce monde virtuel, souvent si faux, qui fait de nous de véritables esclaves. » Cette Last song qui ouvre l’album est une radieuse chanson de rupture, un baiser d’adieu pour ne pas oublier, pour se souvenir et aller de l’avant comme ce disque. On compte jusqu’à 12 (chansons) et l’on retient notre souffle pour sa sortie le 5 février.

Brisa Roché & Fred Fortuny – Last Song

I’m not gonna say I need you here,
Across miles miles and miles of years and tears.
I won’t cry your name out in a song again.
I have learned to hold my breath and to count to ten.

Honey you played the bass and I was writing.
We were kids who’d both grown up fighting.
And everything about the future was exciting
(everything, everything).

In the street I heard a man saying he missed his wife.
I would have liked to’ve heard you say that once or twice.
Our separate roads have shown us flame and shown us ice,
And it’s easy now to doubt the myth of veils and falling rice.

I’m not gonna say I need you here,
Across miles and miles and miles and years of tears.
I won’t cry your name in song again.
I have learned to hold my breath and to count to ten.

Honey you played the bass and I was writing.
We were kids who’d both grown up fighting.
Honey you played the bass and I was writing.
We were kids who’d both grown up…

I’m not gonna say I need you here,
Across miles and miles and miles of years and tears.
I won’t cry your name out in a song again.
I have learned to hold my breath and to count to ten.