L’automne s’achève bientôt et cette chanson me revient en tête.

Cette composition du groupe punk rock Billy Talent  est issue de leur second album éponyme.

C’est péchu, tout en étant relativement mélancolique.
Ce « Fallen » ne qualifie peut être pas seulement les feuilles mortes mais aussi une certaine déchéance renforcée par le clip où des monstres et autres freaks côtoient les membres du groupe qui finissent par se joindre à eux pour un concert privé (qui n’a jamais rêvé d’avoir Billy Talent en concert chez soi?😛 ).

Cette composition est une fuite en avant, vers la déchéance mais aussi une prise de conscience du narrateur lorsqu’il découvre cette ville dévastée où ces feuilles mortes viennent balayer tout espoir de s’en sortir…

Comme à l’accoutumée, le clip, accompagné des lyrics:

In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground

I hitched a ride, until the coast
To leave behind, all of my ghosts
Searching for something, I couldn’t find at home

Can’t get no job, can you spare a dime?
Just one more hit, and I’ll be fine
I swear to God, this’ll be my one last time!

In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground

When it gets dark, in Pigeon Park
Voice in my head, will soon be fed
By the vultures, that circle round the dead!

In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground

I never once thought, I’d ever be caught!
Staring at sidewalks, hiding my track marks!
I left my best friends, or did they just leave me?

In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground

Run away before you drown!
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
Run away before you drown!
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground

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