The Little Things That Give You Away
Présentation
A presque 60 ans, Bono se rappelle qu’il peut écrire de grandes choses. The Little Things That Give You Away est un chef d’oeuvre poignant, superbement bien construit, aux paroles qui désarçonnent. C’est une introspection dans laquelle le chanteur dévoile ses doutes et ses peurs, face au temps qui passe et à ce qu’il est devenu, face à toutes ces choses qui le trahissent, et face à la fin qui un jour frappera à la porte. Un morceau qui définit à lui seul le concept d’expérience.
Il est difficile d’écouter “Little Things” sans envisager l’hypothèse qu’on a là l’ultime chanson de la carrière du groupe. C’est probablement ce qui empêchera le groupe de le mettre en dernière position de l’album, évitant ainsi toute interprétation pessimiste.
On aime particulièrement la version enregistrée en live pour Spotify, magnifiée par le piano, et dont le dépouillement renforce la charge émotionnelle. Une vraie réussite pour l’un des morceaux les plus bouleversants de la carrière du groupe.
En concert
Paroles
The night gave you a song
A light had been turned on
You walked out in the world like you belonged there
As easy as a breeze
Each heart was yours to please
Is it only me who sees there’s something wrong there
Oh la la la I'm not a ghost now
I can see you
You need to see me
It's the little things that give you away
The words you cannot say
Your big mouth in the way
I saw you on the stairs
You didn't notice I was there
That's cause you were talking at me and not to me
You were high above the storm
A hurricane being born
But this freedom it might cost you your liberty
It's the little things that give you away
The words you cannot say
Your big mouth in the way
It's the little things that tease and betray
Has the hunter now become the prey
But it's the little things
The little things that give you away
Sometimes I can't believe my existence
See myself from a distance
I can't get back inside
Sometimes the air is so anxious
All my thoughts are so reckless
And all of my innocence has died
Sometimes I wake at four in the morning
Where all the darkness is swarming
And it covers me in fear
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes I’m full of anger and grieving
So far away from believing
That any sun will reappear
Sometimes
The end is not coming
It's not coming
The end is here
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
When the painted glass shatters
and you’re the only thing matters
but I can see through the tears
Sometimes
The end is not coming
it’s not coming
The end is here
Sometimes
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