THE RISING
Bruce Springsteen

"Can't see nothin in front of me
Can't see nothin coming up behind
I make my way through this darkness
I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me
Lost track of how far I've gone
How far I've gone, how high I've climbed
On my backs a sixty pound stone
On my shoulder a half mile of line

Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

Left the house this morning
Bells ringing filled the air
Wearin the cross of my calling
On wheels of fire I come rollin down here

Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

La la la la la la la la la

There's spirits above and behind me
Faces gone black, eyes burnin bright
May their precious blood bind me
Lord, as I stand before your fiery light

La la la la la la la la la

I see you mary in the garden
In the garden of a thousand sighs
There's holy pictures of our children
Dancin in a sky filled with light
May I feel your arms around me
May I feel your blood mix with mine
A dream of life comes to me
Like a catfish dancin on the end of my line

Sky of blackness and sorrow ( a dream of life)
Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)
Sky of glory and sadness ( a dream of life)
Sky of mercy, sky of fear ( a dream of life)
Sky of memory and shadow ( a dream of life)
Your burnin wind fills my arms tonight
Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)
Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life

Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

La la la la la la la la la..."

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Une chanson comme je les aime, doublement de circonstance.
J'aurais aimé en trouver la version datant d'avant hier, chanté aux côtés du nouveau Président des Etats Unis devant le Lincoln Memorial et accompagnée de choeurs Gospel... Pas réussi :-( ...

Je sais en tout cas qu'elle fera plaisir à mon Papa, fidèle parmi les fidèles de Bruce Springsteen.
Elle me rappelle en tout cas à moi d'excellents souvenirs puisque c'est le tout premier artiste qu'il m'a emmenée voir en concert. C'était en 1984 et j'en garde une trace inoubliable !

Encore "Bon anniversaire Papa !".

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