lundi 5 décembre 2011

La Tête Savante

L'an dernier j'avais eu la chance de réaliser la pochette et le livret intérieur du dernier album du plus grand groupe de hip hop du monde (oui oui) : Pick A Dream de Tumi And The Volume.

Pour le livret, j'avais réalisé une bande dessinée muette de 10 pages, une sorte de "mythologie" fantasmée du groupe.
De cette bd, Tumi avait écrit et composé le morceau d'ouverture de l'album, "La Tête Savante".
Je pouvais déjà me la péter un peu.
Là, les gus ont eu l'idée de réaliser le clip officiel d'après ma bd et là je commence à choper sérieusement le melon..


les paroles de la chanson

He woke up restless and distressed feeling wretched
The perspiration filled his vest full of sweat
Missed a step, quickly checks, “What the F?!?”, he is the headless
Light headed? no, actually headless
Checks under the mattress and on the headrest
Good heavens this mess here, Needs a detective
He lived on a hill with his house on the edge of it
Far from the world to pretend his a president
But when heads roll, his a peasant again
He’s not special, just a resident
With no head though, so the searches commence
To his friend’s door, but he seems worst than him
They vow to assist each other in this mission brother
Fellowship, to find the tower where they brain power is
Main culture lives, heritage,
The way name our kids,
Bury our kin, pray away our sins,
Until the day it ends… on they went
Through the desert, through venomous temperatures
Searching for references, relics and evidence, something incredible
And there in the distance, they find their heads again,
They rejoice, celebrate the gathering,
Spend their whole lives, happy in this marriage.

I’ve seen stars and rode them. Up these narrow podiums. The challenge of another journey could break me in half if I wasn’t as open.
I rewrite the modus. To guide me up the motions. Follow in a shadow shower of a power stronger and larger than all this.