{"id":83,"date":"2003-11-07T22:14:06","date_gmt":"2003-11-07T20:14:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/xavier.borderie.net\/blog\/2003\/11\/07\/flagrant-delit\/"},"modified":"2003-11-07T22:14:06","modified_gmt":"2003-11-07T20:14:06","slug":"flagrant-delit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/xavier.borderie.net\/blog\/2003\/11\/07\/flagrant-delit\/","title":{"rendered":"Flagrant d\u00e9lit"},"content":{"rendered":"<span class=\"span-reading-time rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Temps de lecture \/ Reading time\u00a0: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\"> 2<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minutes.<\/span><\/span><p>Voil\u00e0 ce qui arrive quand on croit \u00eatre seul : je jouais \u00ab\u00a0Morning Theft\u00a0\u00bb tranquillement dans ma chambre &#8211; et, accessoirement, chantait, de cette voix de fausset caract\u00e8ristique des mauvais chanteurs qui ne veulent pas qu&rsquo;on les entende r\u00e9citer le texte d&rsquo;une chansons si pr\u00e9cieuse (\u00ab\u00a0Champs-Elys\u00e9es\u00a0\u00bb sur la plage, \u00e7a va 5 minutes), ni voit en train de ferme les yeux parce qu&rsquo;on n&rsquo;a pas les cordes vocales pour monter aussi haut que cet empaff\u00e9 mort trop t\u00f4t (surtout quand on retient son souffle)&#8230; Bref, fin de la chanson, j&rsquo;entend un applaudissement \u00e0 la porte : ma m\u00e8re, \u00ab\u00a0tu chantes pas si mal que \u00e7a\u00a0\u00bb. Scrgngngngn&#8230;<br \/>\n&lsquo;me suis d\u00e9j\u00e0 fait honte en public pour avoir diffus\u00e9 un mp3 de ma personne reprennant \u00ab\u00a0You Never Wash Up After Yourself\u00a0\u00bb alors que j&rsquo;\u00e9tais trop fatigu\u00e9 pour la jouer (mp3 qui d&rsquo;ailleurs a disparu depuis), je ne suis plus \u00e0 \u00e7a pr\u00e8s&#8230;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Time takes care of the wound, so I can believe.<br \/>\nYou had so much to give, you thought I couldn\u2019t see.<br \/>\nGifts for boot heels to crush, promises deceived<\/p>\n<p>I had to send it away to bring us back again.<\/p>\n<p>Our eyes and bodies brighten silent waters, deep.<br \/>\nYour precious daughter in the other room, asleep.<br \/>\nA kiss \u00ab\u00a0goodnight\u00a0\u00bb from every stranger that I meet.<\/p>\n<p>I had to send it away to bring us back again.<\/p>\n<p>Morning theft. unpretender left, ungraceful.<\/p>\n<p>True self is what brought you here, to me.<br \/>\nA place where we can accept this love.<br \/>\nFriendship battered down by useless history,<br \/>\nUnexamined failure.<\/p>\n<p>What am I still to you?<br \/>\nSome thief who stole from you?<br \/>\nOr some fool drama queen whose chances were few?<\/p>\n<p>That brings us to who we need,<br \/>\nA place where we can save<br \/>\nA heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019re a woman, I\u2019m a calf.<br \/>\nYou\u2019re a window, I\u2019m a knife.<br \/>\nWe come together making chance into starlight.<\/p>\n<p>Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want.<br \/>\nI have no right to wonder just how, or when.<br \/>\nYou know the meaning fits. there\u2019s no relief in this.<br \/>\nI miss my beautiful friend.<\/p>\n<p>I have to send it away to bring her back again.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Voil\u00e0 ce qui arrive quand on croit \u00eatre seul : je jouais \u00ab\u00a0Morning Theft\u00a0\u00bb tranquillement dans ma chambre &#8211; et, accessoirement, chantait, de cette voix de fausset caract\u00e8ristique des mauvais chanteurs qui ne veulent pas qu&rsquo;on les entende r\u00e9citer le texte d&rsquo;une chansons si pr\u00e9cieuse (\u00ab\u00a0Champs-Elys\u00e9es\u00a0\u00bb sur la plage, \u00e7a va 5 minutes), ni voit [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-83","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-offline"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/xavier.borderie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/83","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/xavier.borderie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/xavier.borderie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/xavier.borderie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/xavier.borderie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=83"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/xavier.borderie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/83\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/xavier.borderie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=83"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/xavier.borderie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=83"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/xavier.borderie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=83"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}