Texte : William Shakespeare, from Hamlet (Thank you Lord David Cecil for the discovery)

To die, to sleep ;
To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there's the rub ;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause : there's a respect
That makes calamity of so long life ;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, 
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's coutumely, 
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, 
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes, 
When he himself might is quietus make,
With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of ?

Something After Death (Premier single du 2e album)

Paroles / Words : Alexander Pop (thanks to Lord David Cecil for the discovery)

And now, unveil'd, the Toilet stands display'd,
Each silver Vase in mystic order laid.
This casket India's glowing gems unlocks,
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
The Tortoise here and Elephant unite,
Transform'd to combs, the speckled, and the white.
Here files of pins extend their shining rows,
Puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles, Billet-doux.
Now awful Beauty puts on all its arms ;
The fair each moment rises in her charms,
Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace,
And calls forth all the wonders of her face.

Billet Doux (Second single du 2e album)

Paroles / Words : William Morris

Dédicace particulière et sincère à Ellina

A ship with shield before the sun,
Six maidens round the mast, 
A red-gold crown on every one,
A green gown on the last.

The fluttering green banners there
Are wrought with ladies' heads most fair,
And a portraiture of Guenevere
The middle of each sail doth bear.

A ship with sails before the wind,
And round the helm six knights,
Thier heaumes are on, whereby, half blind,
They pass by many sights.

Near Avalon

Paroles / Words : Thomas Hardy

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows :
What are those blue remembered hills, 
What spires, what farms are those ?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain, 
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

Blue Remembered Hills

Morceau instrumental.

Déclencheur de Some Secret Mystery

Interlude

Paroles / Words : William Butler Yeats

I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them ;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
Is honoured for them.

I too will something make
And joy in  the making ;
Altho' to-morrow it seem
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered on waking.

Some Secret Mystery

Paroles / Words : Richard Lovelace

Dear love, for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy dream,
It was a theme
For reason, much too strong for fantasy.
Therefore thou waked'st me wisely ; yet
My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st it.
Thou art so true that thoughts oh thee suffice
To make dreams truths and fables histories ;
Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best
Not to dream all my dream, let's act the rest.

As lightning, or a taper's light,
Thine eyes, and not thy noise, waked me ;
Yet I thought thee -

To Make Dreams Truths And Fables Histories

Paroles / Words : Percy Bysshe Shelley

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne ;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold :
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken ;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He stared at the Pacific-and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise-
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

On First Looking

Paroles / Words : Christina Rossetti

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot ;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit ;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halycon sea ;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.

In Memoriam

Paroles / Words : John Milton

Whenas in silks my Julia' goes,
Then, then (me thinks) how sweetly flowes
That liquefaction of her clothes.

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave Vibration each way free ;
Oh how that glittering taketh me !

Upon Julia's Clothes

Après 40 années chargées en émotions et près de 25 années de projets artistiques très divers, Victor Paul Dauthereau présente ce double album "Transition".

Le premier disque "The End Of The Beginning" (avec son premier single "Get Away")représente une tranche de vie intéressante faite d'errance, de nouveauté, de curiosité voir de facilité. 
C'est un disque inspiré de personnalités blazés et suffisantes des années 70, pleines de drogues et de sexe ; l'imaginaire de la pop culture du Velvet Underground, Andy Warhol, Iggy Pop...

Le second disque "The Beginning Of The End" est plus réel, plus présent. Il vient du fond de l'âme.
La mélancolie et la profondeur que Victor Paul Dauthereau a pu trouver ici ressemblent à ces expressions de la nature que l'on retrouve sur un rocher proche de l'océan, de la puissance des vagues et de l'immensité de l'endroit.

Ces deux disques sont très différents mais correspondent à une double période essentielle qu'a vécu Victor Paul Dauthereau. Il est passé d'une vie étonnamment calme autour de lui à une vie riche et chargée à l'intérieur de lui-même.

Ces chansons lui correspondent toutes, ont été écrites et vécues différemment, mais font simplement parties de son coeur et de sa tête.

Nous vous remercions pour votre écoute attentive.

To Make Dreams Truths And Fables Histories

Victor Paul Dauthereau

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