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We are their mortar, their building bricks and their clay

BHAKTAPUR VALLEY, NEPAL - 2011/02/08: Children pose in front of their makeshift house. When migrant families arrive, their first priority is to build a home using discarded bricks, corrugated tin, and thatch. Despite the winter weather, no mortar is used to help insulate. In Kathmandu's brick kilns, families of seasonal migrant workers from rural Nepal and India labor for a few dollars a day. The children work alongside their parents in difficult conditions which can often lead to respiratory illness from dust inhalation. (Photo by Taylor Weidman/LightRocket via Getty Images)

Dead Can Dance est sans doute le groupe ultime, toute leur discographie est une pyramide de laquelle on ne saurait trouver la sortie une fois pénétrée. A contrario de certains chemins plus crapuleux et moins oniriques… Si tu vois ce que je veux dire, jeune PD?

[fvplayer src= »https://cequeparlerveutdire.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/dead-can-dance-song-of-the-dispossessed..mp4″ width= »640″ height= »480″]Extrait de l’album « Spiritchaser » (1996)

The river is deep and the road is long,
daylight comes and I want to go home.
Awoke this morning
to find my people’s tongues were tied
and in my dreams
they were given books to poison their minds.
The river is deep and the mountain high,
how long before the other side.
We are their mortar,
their building bricks and their clay.
Their gold teeth mirror
both our joys and our pain.
The river is deep and the ocean wide,
who will teach us how to read the signs.
The earth is our mother
she taught us to embrace the light,
now the lord is master
she suffers an eternal night.
You blocked up my ears,
you plucked out my eyes,
you cut out my tongue,
you fed me with lies,
oh lord.