Ren, le chanteur du Pays de Galles que tu connais pour ses performances dans en live dans les rues anglaises a bien grandi. Il reste cependant un mec de live en nous proposant une version rework du fameux Bitter Sweet Symphony de The verve.
Ren sur une mélodie de The verve, c’est classe putain
Ce qui distingue Ren, c’est avant tout sa capacité à raconter des histoires brutes et honnêtes, souvent inspirées de ses propres luttes avec la maladie et la santé mentale. Diagnostiqué avec la maladie de Lyme, Ren a été contraint de suspendre sa carrière musicale à plusieurs reprises, une situation qu’il explore avec sincérité dans ses chansons. Cette expérience confère à sa musique une profondeur émotionnelle qui touche un large public.
Avec des morceaux comme « Hi Ren », où il incarne une conversation intérieure tourmentée entre ses deux personnalités, il dévoile une maîtrise du texte entre sleaford mods, Idles et des poètes de rue. Il nous propose aujourd’hui un spoken word classe sur un Bitter Sweet Symphonie joué par un orchestre classique et évidemment, c’est classe.
Lyrics ;
I’ve got dirt on my Reeboks from staying out all night
I spent my last ten pounds on this pack of Marlborough Lights
I called up Stevie, I said: G, you alright?
He said: It’s six in the morning brother! Get some shut eye!
I feel a sense of wellbeing this time in the morning
Wear my heart out on my hoodie while the city is snoring
Drunks falling off the sidewalks get issued a warning
Distant sirens they crescendo like a symphony calling
This it the Britain I know
This is the Britain I love
There’s poetry inside this city if you listen enough
Working class causalities out on the streets sleep rough
While a mother with her baby takes her pram to the pub
And while she’s knocking them down
The cost of living goes up
I can’t relate to politicians with their head in the mud
I resonate with messy Fridays with the boys smoking bud
We do our bit to numb the struggle, as below, so above
As as above, so below, here in the city we glow
I blow a smoke ring up to heaven and it makes a halo
And then the clock strikes seven, guess its time to head home
My companion is the city, so I’m never alone
I’m stepping in and out of gaps of the pavement cracks
And if I go to sleep now that’s an anti-climax
People rise for work and the Sun mirrors that
A perfect juxtaposition for those out on the lash
Bare with me, its beautiful
I think its irrefutable
There’s beauty in a contradicting Britain indisputable
Junkie in a cubicle, that old spoon is usable
His mother’s in a black suit, crying at a funeral
Nine to five crucible, this route is not commutable
A kid falls off the tracks and then he serves a stretch in Juvenal
Libbies at the Doleys but her dispositions humourful
While Davey’s at the bookies and his mates call him delusional
Britain, drink it down and moan about the weather
When the Sun starts shining feel the factor 10 tremor
Boys will boys, will be in it together
Until the fists start flying like they’re Connor McGregor
And then he’s out
I think he too took it too far
I think the boy saw red I think he hit him to hard
Now he’s face down on the pavement with a face full of tar
Mad how small altercations can define who we are
That’s my cue!
Think its time to head home
Its bitter sweet how my high found its way to be low
And I’ve said it once before, as above, so below
Living on the streets of Britain you just go with the flow
But I’m done
I’m out for the night
As the Sun paints the pavements I’ll turn out the light
White noise on the radio to quiet my mind
Always was an over-thinker, just the way I’m designed
Britain, drink it down and moan about the weather
When its all said and done we’ll be in it altogether
Boys will be boys, will be like it forever
It’s a bittersweet symphony
We’re birds of a feather
