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Les Brandy Alexander...euh c'est toujours servi avec des soucoupes?
Oui, des soucoupes... toujours. Des sous-verres aussi parfois
Un reportage en images de l'histoire de John :
Il avaient essayer de mettre en images avec documents d'archives, sonores (John à la radio), et puis aussi le témoignage de May Pang en personne.
A propos du morceau d'Harry, en fait, c'est lui-même qui fait toutes les voix.
Y compris celle du barman que je pensais être celle de Ringo.
En même temps, si on écoute bien la fin, on a bien l'impression qu'il s'agit de lui (Ringo) qui travestit sa voix, et que Harry en joue en sortant la question récurrente de l'époque : "est-ce que vous (les Beatles) allez vous remettre ensemble ?"
Et puis... les deux personnages principaux s'appellent, comme par hasard, Harry et John.
Deux mecs bourrés dans un bar, ça ne vous rappelle rien ? Et qui finissent par se faire jeter du bar ? Ha ha ha !
Alors, est-ce que c'est la fameuse histoire de John qu'Harry s'est amusé à mettre en scène ici ? Bien possible, non ?
Voila le texte complet. Ça peut aider.
Pour suivre, il s'agit de la version demo originale (la seconde)
The Flying Saucer song
Not really a song
- Harry Nilsson
Scene: A big-city bar in the southwest US about 1972 – typical bar sounds with glasses clinking and people murmuring.
Harry: Hey, what’s happening?
John: Oh nothing much, same old crap.
Harry: So how’s your old lady?
John: Oh she’s fine. How’s yours?
Harry: OK, although I had a weird experience the other night.
John: What was that?
Harry: What was that.
John: I don’t know, I just asked that. Feedback I think.
Harry: What’s it mean?
John: What’s it mean? It sounded electronic.
Bartender: How you doing boys? Want a drink? What’s it gonna be?
Harry: So anyway I had a weird experience the other night. So I noticed . . .
John: Oh yeah?
Harry: I’ll just tell you about it.
John: Let’s order a drink first.
Bartender: ‘Scuse me.
Harry: Just walking along minding my own business and I looked off to the right and I saw this strange light
Bartender: Thought he was going to order a drink. I’ll be back in a minute.
Harry: Anyway it got me thinking about this poem I read once.
John: Poem eh – hee hee? Let me order a little . . . With a twist.
Harry: Late last night in search of light, I watched a ball of fire streak across . . . You don’t mind if I do this for you?
John: Oh no. Not at all man. It’s your record . . . Carry on. Hee Hee.
Harry: Nice of you.
John & Harry singing: Late last night in search of light I watched a ball of fire streak across the midnight sky . . .
Bartender: They’re singing.
John & Harry singing: I watched it flow and glow to the silhouette of morning and as I watched it die . . .
Bartender: . . . And they’re not bad.
Harry: Heeeeey I got a lot in common with that light.
John: That’s right.
Bartender: ‘Scuse me you guys. You want a drink? Pardon me guys. Hey sirs you want a drink?
Harry: I don’t know how to say this . . .
John & Harry singing: I’m alive with the fire that streams across the span of time and seen by those who lift their eyes in search of light to help them through the long, dark night.
Harry: Right, all right.
John: Very nice.
Bartender: Very nice.
Harry: Anyway that’s not the funny thing that happened to me. What happened was . . .
Bartender: You guys gonna talk or drink?
Harry: There was this guy I met a few years ago and he told me this sort of a strange y’know flying saucer story.
John: Oh, is that right?
Bartender: Talking about flying saucers. Bunch’a drunks. I’ll be back in a minute.
Harry: Anyway late one night this fellow was walking along and he looked off to his right and saw this strange light.
John: Off to his right?
John: Hee hee hee. I gotch’a.
Harry: So he started to go off to investigate this light
John: Off to his right. Right? Go on. Go on.
Harry: Well he got halfway across this field and he realized what he was doing
Patron: Make it a double.
Bartender: It’s too late.
Harry: . . .He was off in the middle of the night in this field investigating this weird light off to his right. Right?
Bartender: It’s too late. You’ll have to wait a minute.
John: Go on go on, I’m listening man.
Harry: He got thinking about it and realized what he was doing and so he sorta split.
John: Um split?
Harry: Well you know like it was the poem
Bartender: ‘Scuse me you guys. You want a drink or not? . . . They’re not even listening
Harry: That’s the story.
John: You should be in here.
Harry: Oh yes. That’s Easy for you to say. y’know I haven’t had so much fun since the war broke out.
John: I’ve eaten better restaurants than you.
John & Harry singing: Late last night in search of light I watched a ball of fire streak across the midnight sky. I watched it grow and glow and shrink and sink . . .
Bartender: Hey you guys . . .
John & Harry singing: . . . to the silhouette of morning and as I watched it die . . .
Harry: I just said to myself heeeeey
Bartender: You guys a group?
Harry: I got a lot in common with that light.
John: I knoooow.
Bartender: You’re a group aren't ya?
John & Harry singing: I’m alive with the fire that streaks across the span of time . . .
Bartender: They gotta be a group.
John & Harry singing: . . . and is seen by those who lift their eyes in search of light to help them through the long dark night.
Bartender: You guys gonna order a drink, talk, spend time or money? C’mon what’s it gonna be?
Harry: So I got thinking about this poem an this guy an this story.
Bartender: Ah Christ!
Harry: . . . And I realized there I was off to my right investigating this weird light. Right?
Bartender: God damn it!
John: Right. So what happened?
Harry: Well . . . to make a long story short.
John: I wish you would.
Bartender: So do I.
John: Just kidding. Go on.
Harry: I split too.
John: Wait a minute. That’s it?
John: You mean you just split?
Harry: Well . . .
Bartender: Bunch’a drunks.
Harry: Now wait a minute, hold on.
John: Thatsh the story?
Harry: Let me ask you somethin’ what would you have done man?
John: I wouldn’t have told it man.
Harry: Well, just put yourself in my shoes then.
John: I can't. I wouldn't.
Bartender: I’m only the bartender.
John: Well if you were in mine would you put yourself in mine?
Harry: I wouldn’t even think of it.
John: Then what are you asking me to do it for?
Harry: I’m sorry, I wish I could think of a joke to tell ya. I’m sorry I told it to you in the first place.
John: I’m sorry I heard it.
Harry: I shouldn’t have wasted it on you. Ya Know what I mean. Drag. That’s right, that’s right.
John: I’m sorry I offered you a drink.
Harry: I think you’re weird.
John: Yeah so’s your wife.
Harry: Same to you . . . fella.
Bartender: Oh oh
Harry: Ever heard the one about the guy with the wooden eye?
John: You’re gettin’ wise now aren’t ya?
Bartender: Oh oh.
Harry: Wanna step outside?
Bartender: Hey listen you guys. Hey hey HEY!
Harry: Well fuck off!
Bartender: Listen . . . watch your language
Harry: Your mother.
Bartender: Watch your language. Watch your language or you get out of this place.
John: What are some of Ringo’s jokes?
Bartender: You mean Ringo Starr?
Harry: Name dropper.
Bartender: Hey! You guys aren’t who I think you are . . . are ya? Are ya? You ever going to get back together?