Flight Of The Concords
Flight of the Concords c’est le groupe de musique de Bret et Jermaine, deux néo-zélandais paumés à New York. Leur manager complètement à côté de la plaque, leur unique fan américaine qui les harcèle, le « Yoko Ono » syndrome (irruption d’une petite amie au sein d’un groupe conduisant à la dislocation d’icelui), les plans foireux pour trouver des endroits où jouer, la réalisation d’un clip minable…
Ces deux gentils ringards passent par tous les stades du jeune groupe naissant avec un humour très british ; de l’absurde dans le misérabilisme qui rappelle l’esprit (presque) cruel d’un Ricky Gervais (The Office, bien sûr mais surtout Extras, série géniale portant sur les figurants).
Chaque épisode de Flight… comprend 2 chansons. Celle-ci, du premier épisode, parle d’une rupture. Une très bonne parodie. Je vous laisse compulser les savoureuses paroles :
So, you're leaving, aren't you
I knew it when you said just then and you told me you were leaving
That's when I definitely knew
But if you're trying to break my heart
Your plan is flawed from the start
You can't break my heart, it's liquid
It melted when I met you
And as you turn around to leave
Don't turn back to me
Don't turn around and see if I'm crying
I'm not crying
I'm not crying
It's just been raining
On my face
And if you think you see some tear tracks down my cheeks
Please. Pleasee, don't tell my mates
I'm not crying
No, I'm not crying
And if I am crying
It's not because of you
It's because I'm thinking about a friend of mine you don't know who is dying
That's right, dying
These aren't tears of sadness because you're leaving me
I've just been cutting onions
I'm making a lasagna
For one
Oh, I'm not crying
No
There's just a little bit of dust in my eye
That's from the path that you made when you said your goodbye
I'm not weeping because you won't be here to hold my hand
For your information there's an inflammation in my tear gland
I'm not upset because you left me this way
My eyes are just a little sweaty today
They've been looking around, a lot
Searching for you
They've been looking for you
Even though I told them not to
These aren't tears of sadness
They're tears of joy
I'm just laughing
Ha ha ha-ha ha
I'm sitting at this table called love
Staring down at the irony of life
How come we've reached this fork in the road
And yet it cuts like a knife
I'm not crying
I'm not crying
I'm not cry-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-ing
Cette autre, issue du second épisode, est une moquerie très réussie du style musical des Pet Shop Boys. Là aussi, les lyrics sont exquises :
The concrete world is starting to get ya
The city is alive, the city is expanding,
Living in the city can be demanding,
You've pawned everything, everything you own,
Your toothbrush, jar, and a camera phone
You don't know where you're going
You cross the street
You don't know why you did,
You walk back across the street.
Standing in the sitting room, totally skint
And your favorite jersey is covered in lint
You want to sit down, but you sold your chair
So you just stand there
You just stand there
You just stand there
Inner
Inner city
Inner city pressure
Inner city pressure
Counting coins on the counter of the 7-11,
From a quarter past six 'til a quarter to seven,
The manager Bevan starts to abuse me
Hey man, I just want some Muesli,
Neon signs, hidden messages,
Questions, answers, fetishes,
You know you're not in high finance,
Considering getting second hand underpants,
Check your mind, how'd it get so bad?
What happened to those other underpants you had,
Look in your pockets, haven't found a cent yet,
Landlords on your balls, have you paid your rent yet?
Inner
Inner city
Inner city pressure
Inner city pressure
So you think maybe you'll be a prostitute,
Just to pay for your lessons, you're learning the flute,
The ladies won't pay you very much for this,
Looks like you'll never be a concert flautist,
You don't measure up to the expectation
When you're unemployed there's no vacation
No one cares, no one sympathizes
You just stay home and play synthesizers.
Inner
Inner city
Inner city pressure
Inner city pressure