Arcade Fire played, just for La Blogothèque and his Take-Away Show, March 19th, at Olympia Hall, in Paris. They sung Neon Bible in an elevator and started the concert into the crowd with Wake Up.

Aujourd’hui, c’est férié. Rien ne presse. Alors, prenez le temps de savourer ce concert à emporter. La première raison, c’est qu’il s’agit d’Arcade Fire, ce génialissime groupe canadien. Ensuite, c’est parce qu’ils interprètent leur morceau intimiste Neon Bible entassés dans un ascenseur avec les pages d’un magazine qui se déchirent pour cymbales et la cage métallique comme caisse de résonance. Et pour finir, on assiste au début de leur concert, avec eux, dans la fosse, alors qu’ils jouent Wake Up au milieu de la foule. C’est parfait pour un 11 novembre pluvieux. [Blogothèque]

• Et comme toujours, les paroles de Neon Bible / Lyrics :

A vial of hope and a vial of pain,
In the light they both looked the same.
Pourred them out on into the world,
On every boy and every girl.

It’s in the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible
Not much chance for survival,
If the Neon Bible is right.

Take the poison of your age,
Don’t lick your fingers when you turn the page,
What I know is what you know is right,
In the city it’s the only light.

It’s the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible
Not much chance for survival,
If the Neon Bible is right.

Oh God! well look at you now!
Oh! you lost it, but you don’t know how!
In the light of a golden calf,
Oh God! I had to laugh!

Take the poison of your age,
Don’t lick your fingers when you turn the page,
It was wrong but you said it was right,
In the future I will read at night.

In the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible
Not much chance for survival,
If the Neon Bible is true.

• Et les paroles de Wake Up / Lyrics :

Somethin’ filled up
my heart with nothin’,
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I’m older,
my heart’s colder,
and I can see that it’s a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little gods causin’ rain storms turnin’ every good thing to
rust.

I guess we’ll just have to adjust.

With my lightnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’ to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

With my lightnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’
With my lightnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am, go-go, where I am

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