The Fade Away.

Dieu que j’aime ces filles.

Je vais laisser la chanson parler à ma place ici, en quelque sorte, mais je dois souligner que dans le monde des filles, seules les femmes sont autorisées à critiquer d’autres femmes, quand il s’agit de questions de genre liées spécifiquement aux femmes. Qu’il s’agisse de Garfunkle & Oats (duo américain de musique folk-humoristique basé à Los Angeles, Californie, composé des deux actrices et autrices-compositrices-interprètes Kate Micucci (Oates) et Riki Lindhome (Garfunkel), ou de mon article « l’ennemi, c’est nous », on constate que seules les femmes sont autorisées à analyser et à critiquer les comportements de la « sororité ». 

Imaginez les répercussions sociales pour un homme qui aurait écrit et chanté cette chanson du point de vue masculin.

We’ve been on a bunch of dates

I weigh debates that this creates

And hate that state of forced introspection

We traded wit, we swapped some spit,

You fingered me a little bit

But we never really had a connection

You did nothing wrong, I have no excuse

Just my intuition telling me we shouldn’t reproduce

I know I have to end it

But pretend to just suspend it

By contending that I’m busy all week

I let the foregone linger on

Text back with an emoticon

Withdraw from you by being oblique

Inside I know my tactics just delay it

But I’d do anything so I don’t have to say it

I’ll draw this out forever like it’s Vietnam

Then one day I’ll be gone like Bambi’s mom Awww

Cause there’s the right thing to do

Then there’s what I’m gonna do

There’s so much I should say

But instead… I do the fade away

Now I’m fading like chalk on a sidewalk

Or the polio virus after Jonas Salk

Like a Jewish guy at Arby’s on Yom Kippur

The Whig party post Millard Fillmore

The erection of a man on antidepressants

The cast of Diff’rent Strokes after adolescence

Reproductive rights below the Mason Dixon

Native Americans after the barter systems

Your thyroid gland after Hashimoto

The family in the Back to the Future photo

Yeah I fade away

We say that men are asshole who don’t communicate

We revel in our victimhood and amplify our hate

We find ways to be indignant like it’s a sport

Then dissect their malignance with the views we distort

The way men break up may be sloppy and terse

What they do is bad, but what we do is worse

We pretend to ourselves it’s the nice thing to do

To let you down gently by just not fucking telling you

And deep down we know it’s the worst way to play it

But we are what we have… huge pussies

And women are hypocrites

Especially ones in comedy bands

We see your faults but not our own

Then we wonder why we’re all alone

We fill you up with maybe’s, excuses and stalls

But like a baby in China… it’s better to have balls

Not the Good Wife type like Christine Baranski

So I’ll pull out and leave like I’m Roman Polanski

Cause there’s the right thing to do

Then there’s what I’m gonna do

There’s so much I should say

But instead… I do the fade away

Like Verbal Kint fading into Kaiser Soze

The rights in Arizona for a guy named Jose

Opportunities for a college grad

The love between your mom and dad

Gonna Peter out like a gay Cetera

Iranian relations since the Regan era

Black Nike sales after Heaven’s Gate

Summer Camp attendance at Penn State

The name Adolph after World War Two

Like Debbie Gibson’s pop career, Out of the Blue

Yeah I fade away

Cause I don’t wanna get to know you

I just want to blow you… off


Source : « The Fade Away » publié par Rollo Tomassi le 2 novembre 2012.