Procès de singe
Inherit the Wind
Stanley Kramer
Apollon en scaphandre intergalactique
Philosophie de l'art
Inherit the Wind
Stanley Kramer
“Hi there
I’m on my way, I’m making it
I’ve got to make it show, yeah
So much larger than life
I’m going to watch it growing
The place where I come from is a small town
They think so small, they use small words
But not me – I’m smarter than that, I worked it out
I’ve been stretching my mouth
To let those big words come right out
I’ve had enough, I’m getting out
To the city, the big, big city
I’ll be a big noise with all the big boys
So much stuff I will own
And I will pray to a big god
As I kneel in the big church
(Big time) I’m on my way, I’m making it (Big time)
(Big time) I’ve got to make it show, yeah (Big time)
(Big time) So much larger than life
(Big time) I’m going to watch it growing (Big time)
My parties have all the big names
And I greet them with the widest smile
Tell them how my life is one big adventure
And always, they’re amazed
When I show them round the house, to my bed
I had it made like a mountain range
With a snow-white pillow for my big fat head
And my heaven will be a big heaven
And I will walk through the front door
(Big time) I’m on my way, I’m making it (Big time)
(Big time) I’ve got to make it show, yeah (Big time)
(Big time) So much larger than life
(Big time) I’m going to watch it growing (Big time)
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(Big time) My car’s getting bigger
(Big time) My house, getting bigger
(Big time) My eyes, getting bigger
(Big time) And my mouth
(Big time) My belly’s getting bigger
(Big time) And my bank account
(Big time) Look at my circumstance
(Big time) And the bulge in my big, big, big, big, big, big
Big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big”
Big Time, Peter Gabriel
Moving down the fuselage
Peter Gabriel
Toward the open door
Catch you looking down outside
To see what lies ahead
One by one
You watch them fall
Fall through cloud
One by one
You watch them fall
No idea where they’re going
But down
Where they’ve gone
Where they’ve gone
Watching as the sun goes down
I sit inside this plane
Notice how the city lights
Are like the nerves inside the brain
One by one
They’re going out
You watch them dim
One by one
You watch them fall
And wonder where they’re falling to
Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill
Mojique thinks of days before Americans came
He serves the foreigners in growing numbers
He sees the foreigners in fancy houses
He dreams of days that he can still remember, now
Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands
Mojique sends the package to the American man
Softly he glides along the streets and alleys
Up comes the wind that makes them run for cover
He feels the time is surely now or never, more
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart
The dust in my head, the dust in my head
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart come to
Drive them away, drive them away
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart
The dust in my head, the dust in my head
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart come to
Drive them away, drive them away
Mojique buys his equipment in the market place
Mojique plants devices through the Free Trade Zone
He feels the wind is lifting up his people
He calls the wind to guide him on his mission
He knows his friend, the wind, is always standing… by
Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away
Mojique waits for news in a quiet place
He feels the presence of the wind around him
He feels the power of the past behind him
He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him on
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The dust in my head, the dust in my head
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart
(Come to)
Drive them away, drive them away
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart
The dust in my head, the dust in my head
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart
(Come to)
Drive them away
Instrumental
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