Hans s’approcha du bord de scène et tendit la main vers James qui était proche. Celui-ci monta sur scène et prit un violon qu’on avait apportait. Shin posa sa guitare, détacha le micro de son trépied et John fit chanter les castagnettes dans le long silence, religieux qui planait dans la salle.

« When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see,
No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me.

– Shin vit des couples improvisaient un slow sur le parterre devant la scène et il s’avança jusqu’à s’assoire sur le bord pour mieux faire glisser la musique, tel un ruisseau entre les doigts du trappeur, en eux et entre eux. –
So darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh now now stand by me,
Stand by me, stand by me.

If the sky that we look upon,
Should tumble and fall
And the mountains should crumble to the sea,
I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me.

And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me.
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me-e, yeah.

Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me, oh now now stand by me.
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me.

Darlin', darlin', stand by me-e, stand by me.
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me. »

            Un court instant, ils crurent que le public n’avait pas apprécié. Ils comprirent vite leur erreur…

            « Maintenant, » songèrent-ils alors que le public réagissait à la lente mais certaine évolution de style qui s’opérait.

« The yellow raven sipped the air
Of thunder and of rain ...
The yellow raven sipped the air
Gentle eyes kissing the rain ...

 – Shin s’était collé au micro et semblait l’embrassait à chaque syllabe. –
Where do you go, fantastic dreambird?
Take me away to somewhere
Take me away from here!
Where do you go, fantastic dreambird?
Answer to my yearning
Take me away from here!

The firebird began to cry
When the music died away ...
The firebird began to cry
And smoke was slowly drifting by ...

Where do you go, fantastic dreambird?
Take me away to somewhere
Take me away from here!
Where do you go, fantastic dreambird?
Answer to my yearning
Take me away from here ... »

            Pierce et Hans se regardèrent droit dans les yeux et hochèrent de la tête. Pierce s’approcha de Shin.

« A nous de jouer, synchro n’oublie pas. »

            Ils se mirent dos à dos de trois quart face aux public et devant le micro.

« Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said, something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said, something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm. »

            Shin posa sa basse et prit sa guitare puis fit un signe de tête à Hans.

« I look at you all see love there that’s sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping

Still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know why nobody told you how to unfold your love

I don’t know how someone controlled you

They bought and sold you.

I look at the world and I notice it’s turning

While my guitar gently weeps

Witch every mistake we must surely be learning

Still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know how you were diverted

You were perverted too

I don’t know how you were inverted

No one alerted you.

I look at you all see love there that’s sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

Look at you all…

            Il se tourna vers Hans.

« On commence à calmer le jeu là ? »

            Hans approuva et la musique se fit encore plus folle, plus riche, encore plus belle et mélodique.

« You say you want a revolution.
Well, you know,
We all want to change the world .
You tell me that it's evolution.
Well, you know,
We all want to change the world
But when you talk about destruction.
Don't you know that you can count me out,
Don't you know it's gonna be all right,
all right, all right.

You say you got a real solution.
Well, you know,
We'd all love to see the plan.
You ask me for a contribution.
Well, you know,
We're doing what we can
But when you want money
for people with minds that hate
All I can tell is brother you have to wait.
Don't you know it's gonna be all right,
all right, all right.
Ah !

ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...

You say you'll change the constitution.
Well, you know,
We all want to change your head.
You tell me it's the institution.
Well, you know,
You better free you mind instead
But if you go carrying pictures of chairman Mao,
You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow.
Don't you know it's gonna be all right,
all right, all right,
all right, all right, all right,
all right, all right, all right. »

            La dernière note tomba et tous se fixèrent sentant le poids du défi qu’ils allaient lancer à la foule les subjuguer. Synchroniquement leur main gauche glissèrent le long du manche de leur instrument et lentement ils enchaînèrent.

« I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes.
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.
I see a line of cars and theyre all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back.
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens evry day.
I look inside myself and see my heart is black.
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts.
Its not easy facin up when your whole world is black.

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue,
I could not foresee this thing happening to you.
If I look hard enough into the settin sun,
My love will laugh with me before the mornin comes.

I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes.
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.
Hmm, hmm, hmm,...
I wanna see it painted, painted black,
Black as night, black as coal,
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky,
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black.
Yeah! »

            Shin laissa sa tête partir en arrière puis replongea en avant.

« God save the queen.
The fascist regime,
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb.

God save the queen.
She ain't no human being.
There is no future
In England's dreaming.

Don't be told what you want.
Don't be told what you need.
There's no future, no future,
No future for you.

God save the queen.
We mean it man,
We love our queen.
God saves.

God save the queen.
'Cause tourists are money
And our figurehead
Is not what she seems.

Oh God save history,
God save your mad parade.
Oh Lord God have mercy,
All crimes are paid.

When there's no future,
How can there be sin,
We're the flowers in the dustbin.
We're the poison in your human machine.
We're the future, your future.

God save the queen.
We mean it man.
We love our queen.
God saves.

God save the queen.
We mean it man
And there is no future
In England's dreaming.

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future,
No future for me.

No future, no future,
No future for you,
No future, no future,
For you. »

            Shin tira une flasque et en but une gorgé puis prit sa basse et attaqua le thème suivant.

« Cry like you feel,
Try like you feel, feel it ...!
Try to escape,
Cry to escape, escape it ...!
It's so hard to run away
He's a virgin killer ...

No, no, no, can't you see?
No, no, no, can't you see?
You're a demon's, you're a demon's,
You're a demon's desire!

Death on the screen,
Sadistic magazines, watch out
Suicides ev'ryday,
Political ways, get it
Well, you can't find new ways ...
But he's a virgin killer ...

No, no, no, can't you see?
No, no, no, can't you see?
You're a demon's, you're a demon's,
You're a demon's desire!

Garbage in the streams,
A-bombs in your dreams, look out
Sharks in the pictures,
Exorcist prescriptions, forget it
Try to get away from that,
Cos he's a virgin killer ...

No, no, no, can't you see?
No, no, no, can't you see?
You're a demon's, you're a demon's,
You're a demon's desire! »

            Il se tourna vers Hans.