MODESTE PROPOSITION

Merveilleuse et apocalyptique chanson au sujet de… Mais jetez donc un œil sur les paroles.

Découverte sur vinyl il y a bien longtemps, c'est de très loin la plus belle chanson du disque voire de toute l'œuvre de Grace Slick, première chanteuse dont le timbre de voix se soit délibérément inspiré de la guitare électrique sinon du couteau électrique. Malgré quelques autres perles quand elle faisait partie du Jefferson Airplane (White Rabbit, Somebody to Love, tout l'album After Bathing at Baxter's), elle n'a jamais aussi bien marié la forme et le propos ni été aussi pertinente dans la férocité et l'humour noir. Le bébé de la pochette est la fille des auteurs du disque. Elle n'est pas passée au barbecue mais est juste devenue starlette de soap opera, il lui est même arrivé d'accompagner ses parents sur scène. Comme quoi, les enfants ne sont pas rancuniers.

SILVER SPOON

Paroles et musique de Grace Slick

© 1971 Mole Music Company

Throw down all your silver spoons

Eat all of the raw meat with your hands

Pick it up piece by piece

Pick it up piece by piece

Pick it up piece by piece

Where are the bodies for dinner?

I want my food!

What if you were starving to death

And the only food you had was me?

What would you say to the cannibal question?

Would your answer be perfectly free?

Your mama told you never

To eat your friends with your fingers and hands

But I say you ought to eat what you will

Shove it in your mouth any way that you can

You think that I will come to your mouth

Looking for a home

But I get stuck sideways in your throat

Like a good old chicken bone

Where are the bodies for dinner?

I want my food!

Stay out the kitchen, children

The cook is cleaning his gun

He just got back from the open market

Shooting his food on the run

Your mama told you never

To eat your friends with your fingers and hands

But I say you ought to eat what you will

Shove it in your mouth any way that you can

Sharpen your teeth for the family feast

Let all the hungry drool roll down your chin

Hide the human and bring out the beast

Let all the animal games begin

Where are the bodies for dinner?

I want my food!

You could learn to dine on your friends

Pour their bones into a cannibal soup

Muscles like steak and blood like wine

Save the brains to feed to troops

Your mama told you never

To eat your friends with your fingers and hands

But I say you ought to eat what you will

Shove it in your mouth any way that you can

Scarlet juices oozing slow

Boiling in a human sea

Is it human dinner you're talking about?

Then slice me tender, raw and lean

Where are the bodies for dinner?

I want my food!

Oily fingers can hardly wait

The bodies are slumped face in the plate

Wake up the drunks, the coffee's on

The fourteenth course has come and gone

So long, all-day sucker

Your candy has come and gone

And it's left you with your mouth wide open

Just humming cannibal songs