The Burning Hell — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Give Up
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Give Up » de The Burning Hell.
Paroles
In the stacks of the public library I searched for something I was missing
I went to find number 92 in the Dewey Decimal System
That’s the secret code for biographies of the famous and the infamous
From Amelia E to Alexander the G to Mister Christopher Columbus
But I was not after tales of pilots, kings or genocidal sailors
Rather the story of a strange American author and one-time whaler
Herman M, that’s him, the beardy bard who brought us Moby-Dick
I always liked that book of his and I wanted to learn his trick
Well I discovered Mr. Melville died a destitute romantic
Despite his tales of maritime adventure in the Pacific and Atlantic
He searched his whole lifetime for a symbolic kind of whale of his own
And died with no answers, half-crazy and more or less alone
My fiction ambitions took a hit with that bit of information
I mean everybody has their own symbolic cetacean
But whales are weighty and some become allegorical albatrosses
So I threw away my harpoon and cut my library card and my losses
I gave up! It was time
I gave up: it’s no crime
I said to myself that what I’ve got is good enough
I gave up, I gave up.
One hot August afternoon I was taking customer calls in my cubicle
Doing my job dealing with disputes that people found disputable
The ringer rang, I picked up and heard a lady on the line
She said meet me in the parking lot downstairs tomorrow at nine
She hung up before I answered, I sat there staring at the phone
There had been something perplexingly persuasive in her tone
And so it was the next morning found me lurking in the lot
She was leaning on a pillar like in a thriller with a predictable plot
Her pantsuit was as black as the feet of an ancient wandering mystic
Her lips looked made of metal, but it was just silver lipstick
Wordlessly she handed me a package wrapped in brown
Her pumps should have clicked as she departed but they didn’t make a sound
Now you’re wondering what was in the package and trust me I was too
It could be poison or bombs or subversive literature for all I knew
But you could measure my pleasure with the very smallest measuring cup
It was a framed poster of a kitten saying «never give up»
So I gave up! what else could I do
I gave up: so would you
I mean who doesn’t like kittens, but enough is enough
I gave up, I gave up.
So though I know in our culture it basically boils down to blasphemy
I’ve had it with the power of positive thinking and the tyranny of tenacity
I can’t live with this stick-to-it-iveness dependent on endless achievement
I’d rather relax and casually chant a mantra I really believe in:
I give up all of the time
I give up and I’m doing fine
Because I’ve got to be going when the going gets tough
Traduction des paroles
Maintenant vous vous demandez ce qui était dans le paquet et croyez moi je l'étais aussi
Ce pourrait être du poison ou des bombes ou de la littérature subversive pour tout ce que je savais
Mais vous pourriez mesurer mon plaisir avec la plus petite tasse à mesurer
C'était une affiche encadrée d'un chaton disant " Ne jamais abandonner»
Donc j'ai abandonné! ce que je pourrais faire d'autre
J'ai donné: alors, voulez-vous
Je veux dire qui n'aime pas les chatons, mais assez c'est assez
J'ai donné, j'ai renoncé.
Donc bien que je sache dans notre culture cela se résume essentiellement au blasphème
Je l'ai eu avec le pouvoir de la pensée positive et la tyrannie de la ténacité
Je ne peux pas vivre avec ce bâton de l'efficacité dépend de réalisation sans fin
Je préfère me détendre et chanter avec désinvolture un mantra auquel je crois vraiment:
Je donne tout le temps
Je donne et je fais amende
Parce que je dois y aller quand les choses se compliquent