Sleepwalking II

Out on the street and the rain is fallin', I got nowhere to go
Here in my heart I can hear you callin' maybe I should come back home
I don't know what keeps us together, but I can't break the chain
I don't mind a little stormy weather, but I just can't stand the rain.

Sleepwalkin', deep sleep talkin', reelin' and rockin', wailin' at the moon
Sleepwalkin', deep sleep talkin', reelin' and rockin', wailin' at the moon.

Sleep won't come so you lie there waitin', lookin' at the silvery light
Tellin' yourself there's nothin' new, so whatever gets you through the night
Meanwhile back in the music business the beat goes on and on
I sell my soul to the company man, when there's nothin' else to lean upon.

Sleepwalkin', deep sleep talkin', reelin' and rockin', wailin' at the moon
Sleepwalkin', deep sleep talkin', reelin' and rockin', wailin' at the moon.

People come and people go, friends they disappear
There's only one thing that I wanna know, tell me where do we go from here
Everybody's on the make, everybody's tryin' to get ahead
In a world like this you just exist to feed the walkin' dead.

Sleepwalkin', deep sleep talkin', reelin' and rockin', wailin' at the moon
Sleepwalkin', deep sleep talkin', reelin' and rockin', wailin' at the moon.

Lookin' out on a world gone crazy, waitin' for the fun to begin
The race is on yeah they're gettin' ready, Jesus what a state we're in
Meanwhile down in my backyard I'm sittin' doin' solitary
Now that I've milked the sacred cow, I just worry ‘bout the military.

Sleepwalkin', deep sleep talkin', reelin' and rockin', wailin' at the moon
Sleepwalkin', deep sleep talkin', reelin' and rockin', wailin' at the moon.

(fade)
Get ready
Get ready


La rythmique appuyée transporte immédiatement dans un univers nocturne. Elle agit comme une rengaine lancinante, hypnotique. Une petite féerie s'immisce dans les pensées. Une sorte de décollage irrésistible. Me laisse sans voix. La fatigue aidant, une drole d'hallucination, un flottement cotonneux, de l'apesanteur tout autour, en dedans.
Je me dis "J'ai de la chance, oh oui, de la pure chance. D'avoir cet' toune dans la tête."

Somnanbulisme. Trés précisément...
Oui, je crois. L'image de la mélancolie, de la transparence, de l'insomnie.

Bonsoir, fremen (cette fois, c'est sûr le dédoublement de personnalité a parfaitement opéré. la magie de la mélodie).