Tears for Fears, Mad World: d'en haut le monde s'écrase

Vertige pas folichon, une ville émondée et des gens de très hauts toujours trop loin, se tenant la main avant que le piano ne se tînt au bord du vide. On gratte le ciel avec ce qu'on peut. Gratte-mémoire que le Canard. Le gratte-papier, Gary Jules. On couine que ça reste du marbre:

Fut utilisée pour un film qui oublia d'être culte tout de suite. Quelque chose de bizarre sur l'enfance d'un gars non moins étrange, Donnie Darko. Chanson transfigurante, les extraits n'y échappent guère:

Et dans le monde multiple de Mad World clipé:

Gary Jules Lyrics Les paroles à regarder dans les yeux:
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find it kinda funny I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very mad world mad world Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday Made to feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson Look right through me, look right through me And I find it kinda funny I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very mad world... world Enlarge your world Mad world