CYCLISME-Frank Vandenbroucke-autobiographieThe Decemberists – I Was Meant For The Stage

I was meant for the stage,
I was meant for the curtain.
I was meant to tread these boards,
Of this much I am certain.

I was meant for the crowd,
I was meant for the shouting.
I was meant to raise these hands
With quiet all about me.
Oh, Oh.

Mother, please be proud.
Father, be forgiving.
Even though you told me
Son, you’ll never make a living.’
Oh, oh.

From the floorboards to the flys,
Here I was fated to reside.
And as I take my final bow,
Was there ever any doubt?
And as the spotlights fade away,
And you’re escorted through the foyer,
You will resume your callow ways,
But I was meant for the stage.

The heavens at my birth
Intended me for stardom
,
Rays of light shone down on me
And all my sins were pardoned.

I was meant for applause.
I was meant for derision.
Nothing short of fate itself
Has affected my decision.
Oh, oh.

C’est bien connu, les Decemberists  continuent à écrire la même chanson sur les mêmes accords faciles depuis des années LOL

The Decemberists have put out a series of albums adored by would-be Intellectual Hipsters and Music Critics, for Some Reason that slips me by, since they keep writing the same song over and over.