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Where the Water Won’t Move est un album de blues psychédélique en dix titres, présenté dans le style de 1968. Ses chansons traversent des bras morts, des racines de cyprès et des routes noyées où chaque tentative de fuite ramène au même endroit.
Guitares trémolo et slide, orgue marécageux, basse relâchée, batterie minimale et écho à bande donnent au disque son mouvement humide et suspendu. Les arrangements se dissolvent sans cesse en bourdons, échos décalés et quasi-silence, si bien que le marais ressemble moins à un décor qu’à une présence qui écoute depuis les profondeurs.
Année d’archive : 1968 · Publié :
Liste des titres
- 1Backwater4:39
- 2Black Mud Gospel3:57
- 3Cottonmouth Drift3:03
- 4Slow Fever Creek2:51
- 5Lanterns in the Mire3:29
- 6Cypress Echo Ritual3:28
- 7No Road Through Here2:43
- 8Undertow Hymn3:53
- 9Gator Bone Choir3:03
- 10Silt Sermon2:43
Notes de pochette
L’album commence au bord de l’eau. Backwater installe un paysage presque immobile, la guitare slide répondant à la rivière au lieu de la traverser. Black Mud Gospel transforme cette immobilité en avertissement, tandis que Cottonmouth Drift rend la menace presque invisible : aucune éclaboussure, aucune forme nette, seulement une ligne froide qui se déplace sous la surface.
La séquence centrale resserre le sens de l’orientation de l’auditeur. Slow Fever Creek emprisonne le temps dans une pulsation répétée ; Lanterns in the Mire offre une lumière qui observe au lieu de guider ; et Cypress Echo Ritual remplace le sol ferme par l’orgue, des échos désaccordés et des percussions isolées. Avec No Road Through Here, chaque chemin est devenu une boucle.
Undertow Hymn entraîne la mémoire et l’identité sous la surface, et Gator Bone Choir donne une voix collective à tout le marais. Pour conclure, Silt Sermon réduit cette voix à des mots qui s’enfoncent dans la boue : rien ne disparaît entièrement, mais tout se dépose hors d’atteinte.
Paroles originales en anglais
Dark water barely moves Moon caught in the grooves Cypress shadows leaning low Watching where the slow tides go Mud between the roots and reeds Night alive with hidden seeds Every ripple bending light Something breathing in the night Backwater Turning slow Where the silent rivers go Backwater Deep and wide Holding secrets in the tide Slide guitar begins to cry Like a bird that can’t quite fly Bassline rolling through the mud Slow as ancient southern blood Wind moves soft across the trees Carrying the swamp’s old keys Every note begins to sway Like the night might drift away Backwater Turning slow Where the silent rivers go Backwater Deep and wide Holding shadows in the tide River breathing thick and low Moving where the lost things go Moon dissolving into black No way forward, no way back Backwater Still and deep Where the drowned memories sleep
Black water preachin’ low Don’t say where the sinners go Feet sunk deep in the clay Ain’t no road, just drift away Hear that slow bell ring Don’t know what it brings Voices caught in the reeds Talkin’ in a tongue of need Black mud gospel, pull me down No clean hands in this town Sing it slow, let it crawl No one gets out at all Cypress lean like they know Every secret buried below Eyes in the waterline Watching you cross that line Black mud gospel, pull me down No clean hands in this town Sing it slow, let it crawl No one gets out at all
Something move where the water don’t break Line in the mud that the reeds won’t take Step too close and the ground won’t hold Feel that silence turnin’ cold No sound made but it’s still there Cut through the heat in the heavy air Eyes don’t blink, don’t need to see Know it’s circlin’ under me Don’t run fast, don’t run slow There ain’t a place you can go Water don’t ripple, dirt don’t shift Everything caught in a cottonmouth drift
Heat don’t rise, it settles in Under skin, under skin Water don’t flow, it holds the breath Slow like a promise, slow like death Slow fever creek Don’t let it speak Slow fever creek Don’t let it speak Hands feel light but they won’t move Something there in the groove Step in once, you don’t step back Time goes soft, fades to black Slow fever creek Don’t let it speak Slow fever creek Don’t let it speak It’s already in It’s already in
Light in the water, don’t reach the ground Moves when you look, gone when you turn around Hanging low where the air won’t dry Burnin’ soft in a crooked sky …crooked sky …sky Step gets slow when the glow gets near Feels like something want you here Hands don’t warm but they feel the flame Like it knows your name, your name Lanterns in the mire Low and never higher Lanterns in the mire Call you down through fire Don’t look too long Don’t follow straight, don’t follow twice Every path got a hidden price Light don’t lead, it only stays Watchin’ you through the haze Lanterns in the mire Low and never higher Lanterns in the mire Call you down through fire
Cypress stand, don’t ever bend Know where the water end Roots go deep where the dark won’t show Hold what the river know …river know …know Don’t say it loud Don’t say it loud It hears you Hands in the water, still as stone Ain’t no one here alone Something moves but it don’t appear Only gets close when you near Hear it now Hear it now
Tried the left, tried the right Same dead end every time Trees don’t part, ground don’t give Ain’t no other way to live Marks in the mud, all the same Every step just repeats your name Turn around, it don’t change Still right here in the same old place There ain’t no road There ain’t no road Sky don’t shift, water don’t run Day don’t break, night don’t come You can walk till your legs give out Still end up where you started out
Feel it pull where the ground don’t show Underneath where the currents go Step ain’t yours when it starts to take Every move just another mistake Hands reach out but they don’t find What you lost, what you left behind Water holds what you never said Keeps it down where the light is dead Don’t fight it now Don’t fight it now Name goes soft, face goes thin Don’t know where you end or begin Pull gets slow, then it don’t return Nothing left but a quiet burn
Low… low… low… Bones in the water, white and still Don’t know who they used to kill Stacked up quiet under the green Singin’ soft where they ain’t been seen Hear it call Hear it call Hear it call Ain’t one voice, ain’t two or three Whole damn swamp start talkin’ to me Words don’t land but they stay around Floatin’ thick in a hollow sound Don’t go down Don’t go down Don’t go down Don’t go down Stay Stay Stay
Silt in the water, thick and slow Covers up what you used to know Every word that you let go Settles down where it won’t show Say it once and it don’t come back Sinks too deep in the muddy black Voice gets lost, turns into ground Never makes another sound I been hearin’ it call my name Not too loud but it stays the same Not a shout, not a cry for help Just a sound that makes itself It ain’t gone It’s just below You don’t fight it, you let it be Let it take what it needs from me Leave me still where the water lies With the rest that never rise
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