Light Ascending - Luke Howard

J'ai vendu ma misère pour une voix de soumission Au fond de moi la sentinelle pouvait briller sans exception Et les sourires étaient les mêmes A-t-on le cri du coeur, la vérité ou la raison Vous n'entendez donc que la bête et ses réponses à vos questions Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression Mon cri sert de silence aux fossoyeurs de compassion Aux mijaurées de la suffisance, aux incendiaires de l'unisson Quand un sourire décède d'avoir trop souri à l'opinion À cette soupape, cette sainte-atelle, j'aurais pu encore dire non Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression Ou bien l'oppression Ou bien l'oppression Ravale donc ta rengaine Ravale donc tes sanglots De l'amour ou de la haine Qui donc aura bon dos J'ai eu ce cri de guerre pas en faux-frére mais en sans-nom Je donne ma main à l'enfer, sous vos crachats, ma rédition Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression

Mr. Hughes, how are you? I know it's been a while But I've been dying, trying to capture A billion smiles People like us, we are Always misunderstood Though there's ups and downs the bad outshines the good Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree People say we're done for We're liabilities But I brought property on the thin line between genius and insanity You wrote the books on brains and wealth, and looks Ahead of both our times Free thinkers only thrive in history books Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree Howard, my dear Was it films and planes that made you this way? Howard, my dear They spoke and we're jokes Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree