BALTHAZE : Une monture sans nom

Un morceau de BALTHAZE enregistré par hasard, par chance, par amitié une fin d'après-midi d'été 2015 aux Anartistes à Montblanc (34). Aucune cigale n'a été maltraitée durant ce tournage, fait en leur totale collaboration. Reprise in french de " A horse with no name " d' America.

C'est à partir d'un alliage folk/rock et d'une plume aiguisée que Balthaze crée une ébouriffante rencontre entre les mélopées de Neil Young et le verbe de Georges Brassens.

Sur scène, il se produit en trio, accompagné par Jean-Louis Cianci à la contrebasse et Benjamin Kurpisz au saxophone baryton.

" Si Balthaze fleure bon la fleur de bitume, c'est précisément parce qu'il s'attache à déceler la beauté là où le passant pressé ne voit que des insignifiances. Rares sont les citadins qui savent prendre le temps, observer, rencontrer. Ses chansons sont à son image, généreuses et réjouissantes. Il sait réveiller les mots et leur donner le goût de la bringue, tout comme à nous. " (Thomas Pitiot, festival Aubercail 2015)

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" A Horse With No Name " - America

On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After nine days I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...