Welcome To The Jungle 2 0

🦍 GORILLA STATUE 2 Le gorille est de retour. Plus grand, plus étrange, plus électrique. Une jungle urbaine faite de néons, de béton et de souvenirs qui bugguent. Des voix venues du rap, de l’électro et du rock viennent croiser son chemin. 23 titres pour traverser un monde qui danse encore quand tout semble partir en vrille. Bienvenue dans la jungle. [Verse 1 : RAPPER 1, conscient, chaleureux, chanté-parlé, 16 mesures] Yo, step off the train where the pavement hums a psalm, Simmel called it metropolis: a crowd that keeps you calm, Strangers in a rush, every face a closed door, Rich in information, but the spirit's gettin' poor. Benjamin said flâneur, walk slow through the glare, Window shop a dream that was never really there. Lefebvre said the city's yours, so claim it, take the right, Every brick's a sentence waiting for you to write. Jane Jacobs watched the sidewalk, said the street is a ballet, Eyes on the corner keep the wolves away. Kropotkin saw the ants and he whispered, "Mutual aid," Survival of the kindest, that's the lesson that they paid. Ubuntu in the stairwell: "I am 'cause we are," Grandma's got a pot, and the block's got a star. Ibn Khaldun said empires rise on a bond, Lose the glue, lose the throne, and the dynasty's gone! [Pre-Chorus : Singer + chorale] Come on in, come on in, Leave your armour at the door, let the music in. [Chorus : Singer + chorale gospel, accroche principale] Welcome to the jungle, take a seat by the fire, Everybody's hungry, everybody's a choir, Welcome to the jungle, where the lost ones sing, We were born in the thunder, now we're learning how to ring. (Welcome home! Welcome home!) [Verse 2 : RAPPER 2, West Coast, traînant, groovy, 16 mesures] Ayy, roll up slow in the golden-hour haze, Marcus Aurelius sipping tea in a Chevy, calm in the craze, Epictetus said "Not the things, but the view," So I view the whole block like it's a gift for two. Montesquieu split the power so the crown can't choke, I split a plate of ribs with my homies, bless the smoke. Tocqueville came through the States and he took a note: "Folks like to gather," now the whole ride's a boat. Emerson said trust yourself, I trust my own sound, Soul on the speakers, bassline on the ground, Rumi said the wound is where the light gets in, So I wear every scar like a fresh new grin. Confucius said the junzi stays humble and fair, I stay humble, stay fresh, stay cool in the air, Mmm, jungle's got a rhythm, you just gotta find the pocket, Smooth like a sax, fast like a rocket! [Pre-Chorus : Singer + chorale] Come on in, come on in, Leave your armour at the door, let the music in. [Chorus : Singer + chorale, ad-libs des rappeurs en réponse] Welcome to the jungle, take a seat by the fire, Everybody's hungry, everybody's a choir, Welcome to the jungle, where the lost ones sing, We were born in the thunder, now we're learning how to ring. (Welcome home! Mm-hm, welcome home!) [Verse 3 : RAPPER 3, grime UK, agressif, tendu, 16 mesures] Oi! Night bus swerving through the neon and the rain, Baudelaire in the gutter, finding poems in the pain, Cioran sat insomnia, said "Birth was a mistake," I said "Nah, mate, I'm up, I'm awake, I'm awake!" Bataille said excess is the sun that must burn, So I burn through the bars, and I'm taking my turn, Gandhi walked to the ocean, picked up salt in his hand, Empire shook from a pinch of the sand! Frantz sat with the wounded and he named the disease, Cities built on fear, now the fear's on its knees, Simone de Beauvoir said "Freedom's a bridge," Man built it for my nan from a bit of the ridge! Pavement's got a pulse, and I'm riding the beat, Soul in the siren, fire in the street, Wolves in the shadows? Nah, we run as a pack, Hungry but harmonised, never looking back! [Bridge : beat qui s'effondre en demi-tempo, orgue Hammond seul, chorale gospel a cappella, Singer en soliste] Singer: If the jungle's a church and the sirens are hymns, Then the lost are the choir and the night is the limbs... Lord, I walked through the fire, through the fire I walked, And I came out singing, singing, no more talk... Chorale: (Sing it! Sing it!) Singer: If the beast is a mirror, then the mirror can break, Let it shatter in rhythm, let the whole room shake... Chorale: (Shake it! Shake it!) [Beat switch : cuivres Stax qui explosent, batterie funk à 112 BPM, les trois rappeurs en relais, 4 mesures chacun] Rapper 1: From the Bronx to the Bay, from the Thames to the Nile, Rapper 2: Soul on the speakers, got the whole block smilin', Rapper 3: Gimme the hustle, give me the fire, give me the beat, All: One jungle, one choir, one heartbeat! [Final Chorus] Singer + Chorale: Welcome to the jungle, take a seat by the fire, Singer + Chorale: Everybody's hungry, everybody's a choir, All: Welcome to the jungle, where the lost ones sing, All: We were born in the thunder, now we're learning how to ring! Singer (seul, murmuré) : Welcome home... welcome home...