Paroles de la chanson Illusion of choice par
Come on, tell me, what's the matter?
You wanna know where it all went wrong
And, baby, that don't even matter
'Cause you never had a choice at all
Te-tell me, what's the matter?
Still hoping that your risk paid off
And it doesn't even matter
'Cause you never had a choice at all
It feels like every other season
I get an itch but, this time, it ain't leaving
You pay the price and you never break even
And never pay your debt 'til you get a good reason
Maybe I get it from my mother
I know it's running in the family
You wanna know where it all went wrong
And, baby, that don't even matter
'Cause you never had a choice at all
Te-tell me, what's the matter?
Still hoping that your risk paid off
And it doesn't even matter
'Cause you never had a choice at all
It feels like every other season
I get an itch but, this time, it ain't leaving
You pay the price and you never break even
And never pay your debt 'til you get a good reason
Maybe I get it from my mother
I know it's running in the family
I hear their footsteps when I'm standing still
Thought I was different, but how can I be?
If I told you that I thought about it, uh
Would that really be so wrong?
And every year, I still think about it
It's like I never had a choice at all
Come on, tell me, what's the matter?
Wanna know where it all went wrong
And, baby, I don't have an answer
It's like you never had a choice at all
Uh, it's like you didn't have a choice
And I know she's always there for me
But even she can tell I'm slipping away
She asks me do I really love her?
Even though I say it every single
"I love you, baby, but I'm not even a person
Thought I was different, but how can I be?
If I told you that I thought about it, uh
Would that really be so wrong?
And every year, I still think about it
It's like I never had a choice at all
Come on, tell me, what's the matter?
Wanna know where it all went wrong
And, baby, I don't have an answer
It's like you never had a choice at all
Uh, it's like you didn't have a choice
And I know she's always there for me
But even she can tell I'm slipping away
She asks me do I really love her?
Even though I say it every single
"I love you, baby, but I'm not even a person
So your love's always going straight through me
And it's never been your fault, but the
The sound keeps on going out of sync with the movie
Wish I could be alone and you could still have me
Wish I could be alone and you could still have me
Wish I could be gone and you could still have me
Wish I could be gone and you could still "
If I said it out loud, would that ?
Tell me, would that really be so wrong? Uh
Tell me, would that even matter?
'Cause you never had a choice at all
Tell me, would that even matter?
'Cause you never had a choice at all (And when you wake up tomorrow)
Thought I would've made my choice by now (When you wake up tomorrow)
And it's never been your fault, but the
The sound keeps on going out of sync with the movie
Wish I could be alone and you could still have me
Wish I could be alone and you could still have me
Wish I could be gone and you could still have me
Wish I could be gone and you could still "
If I said it out loud, would that ?
Tell me, would that really be so wrong? Uh
Tell me, would that even matter?
'Cause you never had a choice at all
Tell me, would that even matter?
'Cause you never had a choice at all (And when you wake up tomorrow)
Thought I would've made my choice by now (When you wake up tomorrow)
Thought I would've made a choice by now (When you wake up tomorrow)
Thought I would've made a choice by now (When you wake up tomorrow)
At the meet-and-greet feelin' like this
How could I save your life when I'm feelin' like this?
You say I saved your life, I don't even think it's true
How could I save your life when I ? Uh
Tell me, what's the matter?
I could pay the cost, cover up your tattoo
And I could pay you back 'cause that's why I'm still breathing
The money in the world still wouldn't break even
If I said it out loud, would that ?
Thought I would've made a choice by now (When you wake up tomorrow)
At the meet-and-greet feelin' like this
How could I save your life when I'm feelin' like this?
You say I saved your life, I don't even think it's true
How could I save your life when I ? Uh
Tell me, what's the matter?
I could pay the cost, cover up your tattoo
And I could pay you back 'cause that's why I'm still breathing
The money in the world still wouldn't break even
If I said it out loud, would that ?
Tell me, would that really be so wrong?
Tell me, would that even matter?
'Cause you didn't have a choice at all (And when you wake up tomorrow)
Thought I would've made a choice by now (When you wake up tomorrow)
I thought I would've made my choice by now (When you wake up tomorrow)
I thought you would've had a choice by now (When you wake up tomorrow)
I thought you would've made a choice by now
Yeah, and it's so hard sometimes, to know I thought of s
But I've been back and forth between it 'bout a hundred times
And I would rather live my truth than try to undermine
Tell me, would that even matter?
'Cause you didn't have a choice at all (And when you wake up tomorrow)
Thought I would've made a choice by now (When you wake up tomorrow)
I thought I would've made my choice by now (When you wake up tomorrow)
I thought you would've had a choice by now (When you wake up tomorrow)
I thought you would've made a choice by now
Yeah, and it's so hard sometimes, to know I thought of s
But I've been back and forth between it 'bout a hundred times
And I would rather live my truth than try to undermine
I lost a lot of close friends and the other kind (And when you wake up tomorrow)
And I still see them in my dreams no matter what I try
I'll probably hear this in the morning, put that in a vault (When you wake up tomorrow)
But I would rather say it now than not say it at all
And I would rather live it now than not live it at all
Uh, uh
Four, three, three-three, two, one
One-one, one, one, one-one
(And when you wake up tomorrow)
(Three, three-three) One-one
Three-two (One, three)
(When you wake up tomorrow)
And I still see them in my dreams no matter what I try
I'll probably hear this in the morning, put that in a vault (When you wake up tomorrow)
But I would rather say it now than not say it at all
And I would rather live it now than not live it at all
Uh, uh
Four, three, three-three, two, one
One-one, one, one, one-one
(And when you wake up tomorrow)
(Three, three-three) One-one
Three-two (One, three)
(When you wake up tomorrow)
One, three, two-two (Four, three)
Three, two
(When you wake up tomorrow)
One-one, three, two
(When you wake up tomorrow)
One, one, one, one, one
Three, three-three, three, two
One, one
(When you wake up tomorrow)
One, four, three, four-four
Three, two
(When you wake up tomorrow)
Three, three-three, two
One, one
(Five) Three, three-three, two
One
Three, two
(When you wake up tomorrow)
One-one, three, two
(When you wake up tomorrow)
One, one, one, one, one
Three, three-three, three, two
One, one
(When you wake up tomorrow)
One, four, three, four-four
Three, two
(When you wake up tomorrow)
Three, three-three, two
One, one
(Five) Three, three-three, two
One
Que racontent les paroles de la chanson Illusion of choice de Quadeca ?
Quand la voix commence à se fissurer
Il y a des chansons qu'on met sur pause à mi-chemin, pas parce qu'elles sont mauvaises, mais parce qu'elles touchent quelque chose qu'on n'avait pas prévu de toucher aujourd'hui. "Illusion of Choice" de Quadeca est de celles-là. Le morceau s'ouvre sur une question douce, presque tendre — "come on, tell me, what's the matter?" — avant de laisser tomber sa réponse comme une pierre dans de l'eau froide : tu n'as jamais vraiment eu le choix.
On est dans la tête de quelqu'un qui pense à en finir. Pas de façon spectaculaire, pas avec des grands gestes — mais avec cette constance épuisante que seuls ceux qui l'ont vécu reconnaissent vraiment. "Every year, I still think about it", confie Quadeca, et dans cette répétition annuelle il y a toute la banalité terrifiante de ce type de pensée. Ce n'est pas un cri. C'est une présence. Quelque chose qui revient, comme une saison.
L'amour comme témoin impuissant
Au fil du morceau apparaît une femme, quelqu'un qui est là, qui voit, qui demande si on l'aime encore. Et lui répond oui, chaque jour, mais ajoute dans le même souffle quelque chose de dévastateur : "I'm not even a person". Comment aimer vraiment quand on ne se ressent plus soi-même comme réel ? L'image du film dont le son se désynchronise dit ça mieux que n'importe quelle explication clinique — cette sensation d'être présent sans être là, de jouer un rôle dans sa propre vie.
Survivre sans être sauvé
Vers la fin, Quadeca glisse dans une séquence troublante de chiffres, le langage qui se défait, la syntaxe qui capitule. Mais juste avant, il dit quelque chose de crucial : il a failli, il est revenu, encore et encore, "back and forth between it 'bout a hundred times". Et il a choisi de parler plutôt que de se taire — "I would rather say it now than not say it at all". Ce n'est pas une guérison. C'est juste un matin de plus. Et parfois, c'est déjà énorme.
Il y a des chansons qu'on met sur pause à mi-chemin, pas parce qu'elles sont mauvaises, mais parce qu'elles touchent quelque chose qu'on n'avait pas prévu de toucher aujourd'hui. "Illusion of Choice" de Quadeca est de celles-là. Le morceau s'ouvre sur une question douce, presque tendre — "come on, tell me, what's the matter?" — avant de laisser tomber sa réponse comme une pierre dans de l'eau froide : tu n'as jamais vraiment eu le choix.
On est dans la tête de quelqu'un qui pense à en finir. Pas de façon spectaculaire, pas avec des grands gestes — mais avec cette constance épuisante que seuls ceux qui l'ont vécu reconnaissent vraiment. "Every year, I still think about it", confie Quadeca, et dans cette répétition annuelle il y a toute la banalité terrifiante de ce type de pensée. Ce n'est pas un cri. C'est une présence. Quelque chose qui revient, comme une saison.
L'amour comme témoin impuissant
Au fil du morceau apparaît une femme, quelqu'un qui est là, qui voit, qui demande si on l'aime encore. Et lui répond oui, chaque jour, mais ajoute dans le même souffle quelque chose de dévastateur : "I'm not even a person". Comment aimer vraiment quand on ne se ressent plus soi-même comme réel ? L'image du film dont le son se désynchronise dit ça mieux que n'importe quelle explication clinique — cette sensation d'être présent sans être là, de jouer un rôle dans sa propre vie.
Survivre sans être sauvé
Vers la fin, Quadeca glisse dans une séquence troublante de chiffres, le langage qui se défait, la syntaxe qui capitule. Mais juste avant, il dit quelque chose de crucial : il a failli, il est revenu, encore et encore, "back and forth between it 'bout a hundred times". Et il a choisi de parler plutôt que de se taire — "I would rather say it now than not say it at all". Ce n'est pas une guérison. C'est juste un matin de plus. Et parfois, c'est déjà énorme.