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| | compte supprimé . 20.02.2004 à 15:39 | 142756 |
| | | | Heu... ça marche la Mano Negra? passque même si c'est un groupe français , ils chantent quand même en anglais et en espagnol et ils sont quand même vachement connus en Amérique latine et en espagne... |
| | | | Ph.D. Blues (Prins/Wilhelm)
I'm a Ph.D. student,
I'm working night and day.
I'm writing a dissertation,
and get a lousy pay.
I thought I'd be in business,
but I could not decide.
I waited and I waited,
and ended up in science.
Getting a degree. If you don't know what to do.
I was looking for adventure
I was looking for the truth.
I started out with reading,
all pieces I could find.
Spent two months at the xerox,
till I was half blind.
Then I needed some data,
and much to my surprise.
I found low correlations,
Is this paradise?
Getting a degree. If you don't know what to do.
I was looking for adventure
I was looking for the truth.
Having a discussion,
with a senior or two.
Giving all these compliments,
'cause their egos need a boost.
Then I sent my work to a journal,
it was in the fall.
In springtime it got rejected,
'cause my sample was too small.
Getting a degree. If you don't know what to do.
You know how I feel?
Feel like a tiger in the zoo.
Had to do a presenation,
at a big big big conference.
I was in this great symposium,
which no one would attend.
When I got home my love had left me,
'cause she could not understand.
Leading your life in science,
makes you lonely in the end.
Getting a degree. If you don't know what to do.
Leading a life in science,
Makes you lonely in the end.
Leading a life in science,
Makes you lonely in the end.
Leading a life in science,
Makes you lonely in the end.
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| | bat, 11.01.2004 à 16:46 | 133253 |
| | | Boney M : Rasputin
There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
He ruled the Russian land and never mind the czar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son
(Spoken:)
But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something about this outrageous
man became louder and louder.
"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead
(Spoken:) Oh, those Russians...
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| | cubik, 31.12.2003 à 14:15 | 131468 |
| | | | pfffffffffff ste bande de losers >) |
| | june, 31.12.2003 à 13:05 | 131456 |
| | | ah ah ah moi aussi, j'avais the Final, ah ah ah, j'avais meme un badge d'andy et georges...
trop la honte en fait. 8))) |
| | crepp, 31.12.2003 à 12:35 | 131450 |
| | | Ahhhhhhhhhhh Wham
Quand je pense qu'ado j'avais tous les albums :o)) |
| | J-C, 31.12.2003 à 11:47 | 131442 |
| | | Last Christmas
WHAM! - Music from the Edge Of Heaven
CHORUS:
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye
Tell me baby
Do you recognize me?
Well
It's been a year
It doesn't surprise me
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I love you"
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again
CHORUS
A crowded room
Friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you
And your soul of ice
My god I thought you were
Someone to rely on
Me?
I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover but you tore me apart
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again
CHORUS x2
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover buy you tore him apart
Maybe next year I'll give it to someone
I'll give it to someone special.
At'chao ! |
| | cubik, 17.12.2003 à 13:11 | 129192 |
| | | I don't want to play football, Belle & Sebastian
I don't want to play football
I don't understand
the thrill of the game
I don't want to play football
I don't understand
the thrill of the running, catching, throwing
Taking orders from a moron
Grabbing for the sweaty crotches
Getting hit by people I don't know
Sugar, I'd rather play a different
sort of game, Sugar
the girls are just as good as boy at playing |
| | bat, 06.12.2003 à 18:50 | 127184 |
| | | Sir Mix Alot
"Baby Got Back"
oh my god, becky
look at her butt
it is so big uhh
she looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends
but u know who understands those rap guys
they only talk 2 her becuz she looks like a total prostitute
ok i mean her butt...
its just so big
uhh i can't believe its just so round
its out there
gross
look
shes just so black
I like big butts and I cannot lie
u other brotherz can't deny
when a girl walks in with a itty, bitty, waist
and a round thing in ur face u get sprung
want to pull up tough
cuz u noticed that butt was stuck
beef to the jeans shes wearing
im hooked and I can't stop staring
oh baby I wanna get wit cha
and take ur pictcha
my homeboys tryed 2 warn me
but that butt u got makes me so horny
ooooooo rumple smooth skin
u say u wanna get my benz
well use me use me cuz u ain't that average groupie
I seen her dancin
to hell with romancing
she sweat
wet
shes got it going like a turbo jet
im tired of magazines
seenin flat butts are the thing
cuz the average black man ask him that
shes got 2 pack much back
so fellas
YAH!
fellas
YAH!
cuz ur girlfriends got the butt
HELL YAH!
shake it
yah
shake it
yah
shake that healthy butt
baby got back
baby got back
I like them round and big
and when Im throwing a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm acting like an animal
now here's my scandal
I wanna get u home and
uh
double up
uh uh
I ain't talking bout playboy
those silicon parts are made for toys
I want them real thick and juicy
so find that juicy double
mix-alot seem trouble
begging for a piece of that bubble
so Im looking at rock videos
knocking these bimbos
looking like hoes
u can those bimbos
I keep my women like flo-jo
a word to the thick soled sisterz
i wanna get wit cha
i won't cus or hit cha
i gotta be straight when I say
I wanna uh to the break of dawn
baby's got it going on
a lot of sims won't like this song
cuz thoses punks like to hit and quit it
and I'd ratehr stay and play
cuz I'm long and I'm strong
and I'm down to get this frick shit on
so ladies
YAH!
ladies
YAH!
so u wanna roll my mercedes
YAH!
so turn around
stick it out
even white boys got 2 shout
baby got back
baby got back
yah baby
when it comes to females
cosmo ain't got nothing to do with my selection
36
24
36
on if she's 5'3"
so ur girlfriend owns a honda
playing workout tapes by fonda
but fonda ain't got a motor on the back of her honda
my anacoda
don't got none unless u got buns hun
you can do side bends or sit-ups
but please don't use that butt
some brotherz wanna play that hard roll
and tell ya that the butt ain't gold
so they toss and leave it
and i pull up quick to retrieve it
so cosmo says ur fat
well i ain't down wit dat
cuz ur waist is small
and ur curves are kicking
and im thinking bout sticking
to the beanpole dames and the magazines
you ain't it miss thing
give me a sista
i can't resist her
red beans and rice didn't miss her
some knuckle head tried to dis
cuz those girls are on my list
he had game
but he chose to hit em
and I pull up quick to get wit him
so ladies if da butt is round
and u wanna triple xbo down
dial 1-900-mixalot
and kick dem nasty thoughts
baby got back
baby got back
little in the middle but u got much back
little in the middle but u got much back
little in the middle but u got much back
little in the middle but u got much back
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| | manu, 27.11.2003 à 14:52 | 124818 |
| | | Into The West - Annie Lennox
Lay down
your sweet and weary head
Night is falling,
you have come to journey's end.
Sleep now,
and dream of the ones who came before.
They are calling
from across the distant shore.
Why do weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
all of your fears will pass away,
safe in my arms
you're only sleeping.
What can you see
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
a pale moon rises --
The ships have come to carry you home.
Dawn will turn
to silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass.
Hope fades
into the world of night
through shadows falling
out of memory and time.
Don't say,
"We have come now to the end."
White shores are calling
you and I will meet again.
And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping.
What can can you see
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
a pale moon rises --
The ships have come to carry you home.
And all will turn
to silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the west. |
| | manu, 26.11.2003 à 23:40 | 124731 |
| | | gollum's song - Emiliana Torrini
Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more
Don't say goodbye
Don't say I didn't try
These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told us
The hurt, the blame!
And we will weep to be so alone
We are lost
We can never go home
So in the end
I'll be what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me
Now we say goodbye
We say you didn't try
These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!
And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost
You can never go home
You are lost
You can never go home |
| | | | | /me confirme les dires de la sous-nommée Thorn ;o) |
| Thorn,  25.11.2003 à 23:25 | 124531 |
| | | | (je suis intouchable, le bullechef est totorophile :o)) |
| | Thorn, 25.11.2003 à 23:22 | 124528 |
| | | Totoro Totoro Totoro Totoro
Dare ka ga kossori
Komichi ni ko no mi uzumete
Chissa na me haetara himitsu no angô
Mori e no pasupôto (Passport)
Suteki na bôken ha hajimaru
Tonari no Totoro Totoro Totoro Totoro
(Refrain)
Mori no naka ni mukashi kara sunderu
Tonari no Totoro Totoro Totoro Totoro
Kodomo no toki ni dake anata ni tazuneru
Fushigi na deai.
Amefuri basu (bus) tei
Zubunure obake ga itara
Anata no amagasa sashite agemashô
Mori e no pasupôto
Mahô no tobira akimasu
Tonari no Totoro Totoro Totoro Totoro
Tsukiyô no ban ni ocarina fuiteru
Tonari no Totoro Totoro Totoro Totoro
Moshi mo aetanara suteki na shiawase ga
Anata ni kuru wa
Totoro Totoro Totoro Totoro
Refrain
Totoro Totoro Totoro Totoro...
(mais faut pas traduire, sinon, ça perd de son charme ;o)) |
| | bat, 20.11.2003 à 21:00 | 123509 |
| | | Method Man and Redman---Da Rockwilder
Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!
Verse One: Method Man
Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture
closin down the sectar supreme neck protector
Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot
about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together
going all not together it don't take much to please me
Still homes are never satisfy like the stones
we don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones
protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan
who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence
C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home
TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out
got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out
time for some action, surfin the avenue
mad at you, where I used to battle crews
back when Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in
got us bustin off these pistols
my niggas got issues...again, same song
armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and I'm gone.
Verse Two: Redman
I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone
don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown
suckers break like Turbo
in no zone, when I, grab the broom
moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark
leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)
three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car
right behind on the boss
Haters don't touch, weigh us both up
now my neighbor doped up
got the cable hooked up. All channels
lift my shirt all Mammal
you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.
sawed of shotgun
hand on the pump, sippin on a forty
puffin on a blunt
bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped
La la la la, la la la laaaaa
yeah c'mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped
La la la la, la la la laaaaaa
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| | Obion, 20.11.2003 à 19:33 | 123487 |
| | | Bon, ça peut parraitre un peu gentillet mais je dois avouer que je suis sous le charme de la candeur Harrisonienne
ISN'T IT A PITY- George Harrison
Isn't it a pity, now isn't it a shame?
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking any more
Forgetting to give back, isn't it a pity?
Some things take so long
But how do I explain
There are too many people
Can't see we're all the same
And because of all the tears
Their eyes can't hope to see
The beauty that surrounds them, isn't it a pity?
Isn't it a pity, isn't it a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking any more
Forgetting to give back, isn't it a pity?
Forgetting to give back, isn't it a pity?
Forgetting to give back, now isn't it a pity?
What a pity, pity pity pity pity
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| | storm, 23.10.2003 à 18:39 | 118038 |
| | | "Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea,
for the Devil sends the beast with wrath,
because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon
the number of the beast for it is a human number,
it's number is Six hundred and sixty six"
I left alone, my mind was blank.
I needed time to get the memories from my mind.
What did I see, can i believe,
That what I saw last night was real
and not just fantasy.
Just what I saw, in my old dreams,
Were they reflections of my warped mind
staring back at me.
'Cause in my dreams, it's always there,
The evil face that twists my mind and brings
me to despair.
The night was black, was no use holding back,
'Cause I had to see, was someone
watching me.
In the mist, dark figures move and twist,
Was all this for real, or just some kind of hell.
666 the number of the beast.
Hell and fire was spawned to be released.
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised,
As they start to cry, hands held to the sky.
In the night, the fires burning bright,
The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done.
666 the number of the beast.
Sacrifice is going on tonight.
This can't go on, I must inform the law.
Can this still be real or just some crazy dream.
But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes,
They seem to mesmerize...can't avoid their eyes,
666 the number of the beast.
666 the one for you and me.
I'm coming back, I will return,
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn.
I have the fire, I have the force.
I have the power to make my evil take it's course.
Maiden, the number of the Beast
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| | Fabrys, 25.08.2003 à 22:30 | 105930 |
| | | Seven Nation Army ElephantThe White Stripes
I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone
Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear,
But that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home
I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home |
| | cubik, 24.08.2003 à 8:38 | 105660 |
| | | Parabola, Tool
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment
We are choosing to be here right now
Hold on, stay inside
This holy reality
this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in
This body
This body holding me
Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body
this body holding me
feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion
Alive, I
In this holy reality
in this holy experience
Choosing to be here in
This body
This body holding me
Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body
this body holding me
feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
Twirling round with this familiar parable
Spinning, weaving round each new experience
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality
Embrace this moment
Remember
We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion
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| | | | Hops pour faire plaisir :
Tribalistas (arnaldo Antunes/ Carlinhos Brown/ Marisa Monte)
Já Sei Namorar
Já sei namorar
Já sei beijar de língua
Agora, só me resta sonhar
Já sei onde ir
Já sei onde ficar
Agora, só me falta sair
Não tenho paciência pra televisão
Eu não sou audiência para a solidão
Eu sou de ninguém
Eu sou de todo mundo
E todo mundo me quer bem
Eu sou de ninguém
Eu sou de todo mundo
E todo mundo é meu também
Já sei namorar
Já sei chutar a bola
Agora, só me falta ganhar
Não tenho juiz
Se você quer a vida em jogo
Eu quero é ser feliz
Não tenho paciência pra televisão
Eu não sou audiência para a solidão
Eu sou de ninguém
Eu sou de todo mundo
E todo mundo me quer bem
Eu sou de ninguém
Eu sou de todo mundo
E todo mundo é meu também
Tô te querendo como ninguém
Tô te querendo como Deus quiser
Tô te querendo como eu te quero
Tô te querendo como se quer |
| | | | Alan Stivell
Planète Bretagne
Tri Martolod
Tri martolod yaouank (tra la la, la la la la)
Tri martolod yaouank o voned da veajiñ
Tri martolod yaouank (tra la la, la la la la)
Tri martolod yaouank o voned da veajiñ
O voned da veajiñ ge, o voned da veajiñ (bis)
Gant avel bet kaset (tra la la, la la la la)
Gant avel bet kaset betek an Douar Nevez
Betek an Douar Nevez ge, betek an Douar Nevez
E-kichen Meilh ar Vern (tra la la, la la la la)
E-kichen Meilh ar Vern o deus mouilhet o eorioù
O deus mouilhet o eorioù ge, o deus mouilhet o eorioù
Hag e-barzh ar Veilh-se (tra la la, la la la la)
Hag e-barzh ar Veilh-se e oa ur servijourez
E oa ur servijourez ge, e oa ur servijourez
Hag e c'houlenn ganin (tra la la, la la la la)
Hag e c'houlenn ganin pelec'h 'n eus graet konesañs
Pelec'h 'n eus graet konesañs ge, pelec'h 'n eus graet konesañs
E Naoned, er marc'had (tra la la, la la la la)
E Naoned, er marc'had hor boa choazet ur walenn
Hor boa choazet ur walenn ge, hor boa choazet ur walenn
Gwalenn ar promesa (tra la la, la la la la)
Gwalenn ar promesa, ha par omp da zimeziñ
Ha par omp da zimeziñ ge, ha par omp da zimeziñ
- Ni 'zimezo hon-daou (tra la la, la la la la)
Ni 'zimezo hon-daou, ha pa n'eus ket avañtaj
Ha pa n'eus ket avañtaj ge, ha pa n'eus ket avañtaj
- Ma mamm c'hwi zo 'n hoc'h aez (tra la la, la la la la)
Ma mamm c'hwi zo 'n hoc'h aez, n'ouzoc'h ket piv zo diaes
N'ouzoc'h ket piv zo diaes ge, n'ouzoc'h ket piv zo diaes
- N'hon eus na ti na plouz, (tra la la, la la la la)
N'hon eus na ti na plouz, na gwele da gousket en noz
Na gwele da gousket en noz ge, na gwele da gousket en noz
N'hon eus na skuell na loa, (tra la la, la la la la)
N'hon eus na skuell na loa, na danvez d'ober bara
Na danvez d'ober bara ge, na danvez d'ober bara
- Ni 'ray 'vel ar glujar (tra la la, la la la la)
Ni 'ray 'vel ar glujar, ni 'gousko war an douar
Ni 'gousko war an douar ge, ni 'gousko war an douar
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| | | | | (Frank Zappa cubik (tain le temps de réaction...)) |
| | malo, 09.08.2003 à 22:32 | 103068 |
| | | LONG HOT SUMMER- the style council
(paul weller)
I play out my role
Why I've even been out walking
They tell me that it helps
But I know when I'm beaten
All those lonely films
And all those lonely parties
But now the feeling is off-screen
An' the tears for real not acted, anymore
I'm all mixed up inside
I want to run but I can't hide
And however much we try
We can't escape the truth and the fact is
Don't matter what I do
It don't matter what I do
Don't matter what I do
Don't matter what I do
Don't matter what I do
'Cause I end up hurting you
One more covered sigh
And one more glance you know means goodbye
Can't you see that's why
We're dashing ourselves against the rocks of a lifetime
(In my mind different voices call)
What once was pleasure now's pain for us all
(In my heart only shadows fall)
I once stood proud now I feel so small
(I don't know whether to laugh or cry)
The long hot summer just passed me by |
| | malo, 08.08.2003 à 17:11 | 102915 |
| | | Too Hot-The Specials (originaly by prince Buster)
Too hot, this town is too hot
Now they're calling for their guns
About to spoil the rude boys' fun
But rude boys never give up their guns
It's too hot
No man, can tell them what to do
Pound for pound, they say they're ruder than you
They are the boss, and no back down
You might have a couple you like
Choose your burial sight
Take insurance, make up your will
Come out and tell them, find them
The soldiers came back to you without them
The police force are afraid, they can't even touch them
They say "You think you're bad? Why don't you come out yourself"
These boys are calling for a fight, fighting tonight they don't lie
It's too hot
Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot |
| | cubik, 25.07.2003 à 16:42 | 100705 |
| | | >> a vos dicos d'argot américain... :o)))
>> Bobby Brown
(...)
je sais po s'il y a vraiment besoin d'un dico, c'est assez explicite
et on doit ca a qui? >) |
| | malo, 25.07.2003 à 16:38 | 100703 |
| | | j'adore les textes d'Oasis car ils sont souvent remplis d'humour et de private jokes pour qui sait les voir. Bon, ici c'est assez potache. "The morning glory" en anglais, c'est ce que nous appellons nous "la gaulle du matin" et comme liam chante un peu le "need a little time to wake up" comme "wank up", bref, moi ça m'amuse cette chanson:)
Morning Glory
All your dreams are made
When you’re chained to the mirror with your razor blade
Today’s the day that all the world will see
Another sunny afternoon
' walking to the sound of your favorite tune
Tomorrow never knows what it doesn’t know too soon
Need a little time to wake up
Need a little time to wake up wake up
Need a little time to wake up
Need a little time to rest your mind
You know you should so I guess you might as well
What’s the story morning glory
Weeeeeeeell
need a little time to wake up
Wake up well
What’s the story morning glory
Well
Need a little time to wake up
Wake up
all your dreams are made
Now you’re chained to the mirror with your razor blade
Today’s the day that all the world will see
(it’s) another sunny afternoon
Yeah I’m walking to the sound of my favorite tune
Tomorrow doesn’t know what it doesn’t know too soon
Need a little time to wake up
Need a little time to wake up
Need a little time to wake up
Need a little time to rest your mind
You know you should so I guess that you might as well
What’s the story morning glory
Well
Need a little time to wake up, wake up
Well
What’s the story morning glory
Well
Need a little time to wake up, wake up
Well
What’s the story morning glory
Well
Need a little time to wake up, wake up
Well
What’s the story morning glory
Well ?
|
| | | | a vos dicos d'argot américain... :o)))
Bobby Brown
Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressin' sharp 'n' I'm
actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her
Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
An' I'm a handsome sonofabitch
I'm gonna get a good job 'n' be real rich
(get a good
get a good
get a good
get a good job)
Women's Liberation
Came creepin' across the nation
I tell you people I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say "when"
She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick
I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick
Oh God I am the American dream
But now I smell like Vaseline
An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch
Am I a boy or a lady...I don't know which
(I wonder wonder
wonder wonder)
So I went out 'n' bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
Got a job doin' radio promo
An' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo
Eventually me 'n' a friend
Sorta drifted along into S&M
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
'Long as I gets a little golden shower
Oh God I am the American dream
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
An' I'll do anything to get a head
I lay awake nights sayin', "Thank you, Fred!"
Oh God, oh God, I'm so fantastic!
Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm goin down,
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm goin down,
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm goin down... |
| | frads, 10.06.2003 à 18:30 | 94646 |
| | | Mano Negra - Darling Darling
Je reviendrai un jour chez Toi
Pour te serrer fort dans mes bras !
Tu es partie un beau matin
Maintenant je suis plein de chagrin
Et j'entan j'entan au loin
Le cri du dernier train
You stick my body
You steack my friend
You steack my body
Stick my friend
Darling Darling Darling
Darling Darling Darling
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| | frads, 10.06.2003 à 18:27 | 94643 |
| | | Manu Chao - Clandestino
Solo voy con mi pena
Sola va mi condena
Correr es mi destino
Para burlar la ley
Perdido en el corazon
De la grande Babylon
Me dicen el clandestino
Por no llevar papel
Pa una ciudad del norte
Yo me fui a trabajar
Mi vida la deje
Entre Ceuta y Gibraltar
Soy una raya en el mar
Fantasma en la ciudad
Mi vida va prohibida
Dice la autoridad
Solo voy con mi pena
Sola va mi condena
Correr es mi destino
Por no llevar papel
Perdido en el corazon
De la grande Babylon
Me dicen el clandestino
Yo soy el quiebra ley
Mano Negra clandestina
Peruano clandestino
Africano clandestino
Marijuana ilegal
Solo voy con mi pena
Sola va mi condena
Correr es mi destino
Para burlar la ley
Perdido en el corazon
De la grande Babylon
Me dicen el clandestino
Por no llevar papel
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| | frads, 10.06.2003 à 18:26 | 94641 |
| | | Mano Negra - Mala Vida
Tu me estas dando mala vida
Yo pronto me voy a escapar
Gitana mia por lo menos date cuenta
Gitana mia por favor
Tu no me dejas ni respirar
Tu me estas dando mala vida
Cada dia se la traga mi corazon
Dime tu porque te trato yo tan bien
Cuando tu me hablas como a un cabron
Gitana mia!
Mi corazoncito esta sufriendo
Gitana mia por for
Sufriendo malnutricion
Tu me estas dando mala vida
Cada dia se la traga mi corazon!
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| | hoody, 15.05.2003 à 11:25 | 90580 |
| | | REVOLVER Rage Against the Machine
His spit is worth more than her work
Pass the purse to the pugilists
He's a prizefighter
And he bought rings and he owns kin
And now he's swingin'
And now he's the champion
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of fields without fences
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
As he approaches the door x 3
As he approaches
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
x 4
Yeah!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver! x 5
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| | cubik, 15.05.2003 à 10:53 | 90574 |
| | | Wasting my hate, Metallica
Good day, how u do?
And I send a smile to u
Don't waste, waste your breath
And I won't waste my hate on u
Ain't gonna waste my hate
Ain't gonna waste my hate on u
I think I'll keep it for myself
Ain't gonna give no more
Ain't got the time to help you score
I think it's time ya pleased yourself
Good day, how u do?
And I send a smile to u
Don't waste, waste your breath
And I won't waste my hate on u
Think u're worthy now
Think enough to even raise the brow
And to laugh and tip that two pronged crown
I see my hands, I see my feet
I feel that blood that pumps in beat
But where the hell's my mind goin' now
Good day, how u do?
And I send a smile to u
Don't waste, waste your breath
And I won't waste my hate on u
Ain't gonna waste my hate
But I'm so greedy when they say
(It's) better to give than to receive
Ain't gonna waste my hate
No, no ain't got time to waste my hate on u
Yea, I think I'm gonna keep it all for myself
Good day, how u do?
And I send a smile to u
Don't waste, waste your breath
And I won't waste my hate on u
Hate
|
| | hoody, 06.05.2003 à 10:34 | 89019 |
| | | Change my pitch-up
Smack my bitch up
Prodigy
;o) |
| | cubik, 06.05.2003 à 10:30 | 89018 |
| | | A Therapy For Pain, Fear Factory
Welcome death with open arms
her soft breath and simple charm
wandering through memories
takes my hand for me to see
tried so hard
tried so hard
echoes of innocence
are my thoughts into descent
tried so hard
tried so hard
when we finally reach the end
she lets go off my hand
waking into realm of lights
there will be no death tonight
tried so hard |
| | hoody, 05.05.2003 à 17:46 | 88947 |
| | | Et meeerde This is the journey from loneliness to Pride!
C'est une chanson sur l'identité, pas le marriage!
Quel con ce moi! |
| | hoody, 05.05.2003 à 14:52 | 88896 |
| | | Asian Dub Foundation: Journey
[...]
The nine years old boy who wanted to be white
Set out on the journey from loneliness to pride
Hostile environment along the way
And a slowly changing landscape
But a steady stream of consciousness rising
This is the journey from loneliness to bride
No longer any need to hide...
Struggle to live!
And we cry struggle to survive,
Struggler, struggler, struggler, just stay alive!
In the jungle you either do or die,
You got to be aware,
You got to have the jungle eye...
|
| | Obion, 05.05.2003 à 12:53 | 88883 |
| | | Little girl with blue eyes
You're just a little girl with blue eyes, everybody looks at you
(well it's your day)
And you're stepping from the black car, but you'll be getting back in soon
(and on your way)
Little girl with blue eyes, there's a hole in your heart
And one between your legs
You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill
In spite of what he says
You'll never get away, hey-ey-ey
You'll give it up one day, come what may
Dad's not got a shotgun, but his look's enough to murder you
(see what you've done)
And for-get about the paintings 'cos you'd better get the washing done
(Oh something's wrong)
Little girl with blue eyes, there's a hole in your heart
And one between your legs
You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill
In spite of what he says
You'll never get away, hey-ey-ey
You'll give it up one day, come what may
Face down on the pavement, chalk lines round your little hands
(Hit and run)
And now a mother sits in silence, in her darkness she can't understand
(Oh where you've gone)
Little girl with blue eyes, there's a hole in your heart
And one between your legs
You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill
In spite of what he says
You'll never get away, hey-ey-ey
You'll give it up one day, come what may
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| | more, 22.04.2003 à 13:04 | 87275 |
| | | Tom Waits -- Dirt in the Ground
What does it matter, a dream of love or a dream of lies
We're all gonna be in the same place when we die
Your spirit don't leave knowing your face or your name
And the wind through your bones is all that remains
And we're all gonna be we're all gonna be
Just dirt in the ground
The quill from a buzzard the blood writes the word
I want to know am I the sky or a bird
'Cause hell is boiling over and heaven is full
We're chained to the world and we all gotta pull
And we're all gonna be just dirt in the ground
Now the killer was smiling with nerves made of stone
He climbed the stairs and the gallows groaned
And the people's hearts were pounding
They were throbbing, they were red
As he swung out over the crowd I heard the hangman said
We're all gonna be just dirt in the ground
Now Cain slew Abel he killed him with a stone
The sky cracked open and the thunder groaned
Along a river of flesh can these dry bones live?
Ask a king or a beggar cnd the answer they'll give
Is we're all gonna be
Yea yeah
We're all gonna be just dirt in the ground |
| | cubik, 19.04.2003 à 10:56 | 87124 |
| | | Get me away from here, i'm dying - Belle & Sebastian
Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free
Nobody writes them like they used to
So it may as well be me
Here on my own now after hours
Here on my own now on a bus
Think of it this way
U could either be successful or be us
With our winning smiles, and us
With our catchy tunes, and us
Now we're photogenic
U know, we don't stand a chance
Oh, I'll settle down with some old story
About a boy who's just like me
Thought there was love in everything and everyone
U're so naive!
After a while they always get it
They always reach a sorry end
Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then
With a winning smile, the boy
With naivety succeeds
At the final moment, I cried
I always cry at endings
Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at all
From where I'm sitting, rain
Washing against the lonely tenement
Has set my mind to wander
Into the windows of my lovers
They never know unless I write
'This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let u know goodbye'
Said the hero in the story
'It is mightier than swords
I could kill u sure
But I could only make u cry with these words'
oh get me away i'm dying
get me away i'm dying
get me away i'm dying
get me away i'm dying |
| | manu, 06.03.2003 à 23:43 | 81008 |
| | | This is Halloween
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween
I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under your stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll scream
Scream! This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take the chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night
Everybody scream, everybody scream
In our town of Halloween
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace
I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?"
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween!
Tender lumplings everywhere
Life's no fun without a good scare
That's our job, but we're not mean
In our town of Halloween
In this town
Don't we love it now?
Everyone's waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin
This is Halloween, everyone scream
Won't ya please make way for a very special guy
Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
La la-la la, Halloween! Halloween! (etc.) |
| | | | NIN : The Great Below
starring at the sea
will she come ?
is there hope for me
after all is said and done
anything at any price
all of this for you
all the spoils of a wasted life
all of this for you
all the world has closed her eyes
tired faith all worn and thin
for all we could have done
and all that could have been
ocean pulls me close
and whispers in my ear
the destiny i've chose
all becoming clear
the currents have their say
the time is drawning near
washes me away
makes me disappear
i descend from grace
in arms of undertow
i will take my place
in the great below
i can still feel you
even so far away |
| | Obion, 26.02.2003 à 13:10 | 79797 |
| | | Some things in life are bad, they can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you’re chewing on life’s gristle, don’t grumble, give a whistle
And this will help things turn out for the best
And always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the light side of life
If life seems jolly rotten, there’s something you’ve forgotten
And that’s to laugh and smile and dance and sing
When you’re feeling in the dumps, don’t be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle, that’s the key
And always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the Bright side of life
For life is quite absurd, and deaths the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow
Forget about your sin, give the audience a grin
Enjoy it, it’s your last chance anyhow
And always look on the bright side of Death
Just before you draw your terminal breath
Life’s a piece of shit, when you look at it
Life’s a laugh and deaths a joke it’s true
You’ll see it’s all a show, keep them laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the bright side of life
|
| | Drache, 23.02.2003 à 13:17 | 79313 |
| | | Mais mais mais! Ce ne sont que des chansons en anglois????
LLueve
En un cristal
Quise escribir tu nombre.
Salgo del bar,
una llovisna te esconde.
Llueve en México,
Llueve otra vez
y yo me empapo de recuerdos tuyos
Llueve en mi alma,
llueve en mi piel
un aguacero de deseos mudos
que te sienten...
te beben.
Al navegar
en charcos de reproche
quiero anclar
en tu puerto mi bote.
Llueve en México,
Llueve otra vez
y yo me empapo de recuerdos tuyos
Llueve en mi alma,
llueve en mi piel
un aguacero de deseos mudos
que te sienten...
te beben.
|
| | manu, 22.02.2003 à 22:21 | 79284 |
| | | Miss You
I've been holding out so long
I've been sleeping all alone
Lord I miss you
I've been hanging on the phone
I've been sleeping all alone
I want to kiss you
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Well, I've been haunted in my sleep
You've been starring in my dreams
Lord I miss you
I've been waiting in the hall
Been waiting on your call
When the phone rings
It's just some friends of mine that say,
"Hey, what's the matter man?
We're gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you.
We're gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, let's go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to"
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah
Oh everybody waits so long
Oh baby why you wait so long
Won't you come on! Come on!
I've been walking in Central Park
Singing after dark
People think I'm crazy
I've been stumbling on my feet
Shuffling through the street
Asking people, "What's the matter with you boy?"
Sometimes I want to say to myself
Sometimes I say
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
I won't miss you child
I guess I'm lying to myself
It's just you and no one else
Lord I won't miss you child
You've been blotting out my mind
Fooling on my time
No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah
Lord, I miss you child
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah
Lord, I miss you child
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah
Lord, I miss you child
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah
The rolling stones |
| | manu, 22.02.2003 à 22:16 | 79283 |
| | | That's All
Just as I thought it was going alright
I find out I'm wrong, when I thought I was right
s'always the same, it's just a shame, that's all
I could say day, and you'd say night
tell it's black when I know that it's white
always the same, it's just a shame, that's all
I could leave but I won't go
though my heart might tell me so
I can't feel a thing from my head down to my toes
but why does it always seem to be
me looking at you, you looking at me
it's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all
Turning me on, turning me off,
making me feel like I want too much
living with you's just putting me through it all of the time
running around, staying out all night
taking it all instead of taking one bite
living with you's just putting me through it all of the time
I could leave but I won't go
well it'd be easier I know
I can't feel a thing from my head down to my toes
why does it always seem to be
me looking at you, you looking at me
it's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all
Truth is I love you
more than I wanted to
there's no point in trying to pretend
there's been no-one who
makes me feel like you do
say we'll be together till the end
I could leave but I won't go
it'd be easier I know
I can't feel a thing from my head down to my toes
so why does it always seem to be
me looking at you, you looking at me
it's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all
But I love you
more than I wanted to
there's no point in trying to pretend
there's been no-one who
makes me feel like you do
say we'll be together till the end
But just as I thought it was going alright
I find out I'm wrong when I thought I was right
it's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all
Well I could say day, and you'd say night
tell me it's black when I know that it's white
it's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all
That's all
Genesis |
| | J-C, 23.12.2002 à 18:14 | 69082 |
| | | NOW MY HEART IS FULL
(Morrissey)
There's gonna be some trouble
A whole house will need re-building
And everyone I love in the house
Will recline on an analyst's couch quite
Soon
Your Father cracks a joke
And in the usual way
Empties the room
Tell all of my friends
(I don't have too many
Just some rain-coated lovers' puny brothers)
Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt
Rush to danger
Wind up nowhere
Patric Doonan - raised to wait
I'm tired again, I've tried again, and
Now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And I just can't explain
So I won't even try to
Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt
Every jammy Stressford poet
Loafing oafs in all-night chemists
Loafing oafs in all-night chemists
Underact - express depression
Ah, but Bunnie I loved you
I was tired again
I've tried again, and
Now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And I just can't explain
So I won't even try to
Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Will you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Oh ...
Now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And I just can't explain
So ... slow ...
Slow ... slow ... slow ... slow ... slow ...
At'chao ! |
| | compte supprimé . 23.12.2002 à 16:08 | 69037 |
| | | Allez, un ptit hommach' à l'ami Joe, un des plus chouette chanson des Clash:
JIMMY JAZZ
From the album "London Calling"
(Strummer/Jones)
The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz
Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread
Cut off his ears and chop off his head
Police came looking for Jimmy Jazz
So if you're gonna take a message 'cross this town
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side
See it gets to Jimmy Jazz
Don't you bother me, not anymore
I can't take this tale, oh, no more
It's all around, Jimmy Jazz
J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed
J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz
And then it sucks, he said, suck that!
So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother
ANd see what you found
But I guarantee that it ain't your day
Chop! Chop!
|
| | | | | Ah oui j'ai oublié, alors c'est Ashes to Ashes de David Bowie... |
| | compte supprimé . 18.12.2002 à 1:05 | 66892 |
| | | Dites ... Ce serait sympa de mettre les références des chansons pour ceux qui éventuellement auraient la curiosité (ce si vilain défaut) de vouloir les découvrir ... (c: 5oué bon, je connais Simon & Garfunkel mais l'autre, là juste en dessous je sais pas ce que c'est)
Voilà, une chanson d'actualité:
END OF THE SEASON by the Kinks
(Ray Davies)
Winter time is coming
All the sky is grey
Summer birds aren't singing
Since you went away
Since you've been gone,
end of the season
Winter is here,
close of play
I get no kicks
walking down Saville Row
There's no more chicks
left where the green grass grows
and I know that
Winter is here,
end of the season
My reason's gone,
close of play
I just can't mix
in all the clubs I know
Now Labour's in,
I have no place to go
You're on a yacht
near an island in Greece
Though you are hot,
forget me not
I will keep waiting
until your return
Now you are gone,
end of the season
Winter will come
any day
Back in the scrum
on a wet afternoon
Down in the mud,
dreaming of flowers in June
End of the season
End of the season |
| | | | Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song
I've heard a rumour from Ground Control
Oh no, don't say it's true
They got a message from the Action Man
I'm happy, hope you're happy too
I've loved all I've needed to love
Sordid details following"
The shrieking of nothing is killing
Just pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and
I ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair
And I'd quit but the planet it's glowing
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junky
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
Time and again I tell myself
I'll stay clean tonight
But the little green wheels are following me
Oh no, not again
I'm stuck with a valuable friend
Oh happy, hope you're happy too
One flash of light but no smoking pistol
I've never done good things
I've never done bad things
I've never done anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh
I want an axe to break the ice
I wanna to come down right now
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junky
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
My mama said to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom
My mama said to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom
My mama said to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom
My mama said to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom |
| | Obion, 14.12.2002 à 22:17 | 66056 |
| | | en fait c'est un peu hors sujet, mais je vais pas créer un sujet rien que pour ça...
"les chansons qu'on adore chanter même si on n'est pas forcément fan du texte ou de l'auteur."
...
:o| |
| | Obion, 14.12.2002 à 22:03 | 66051 |
| | | j'adore chanter, en dessinant par exemple... et souvent, les chansons que je prends le plus de plaisir à chanter ne sont pas celles que j'adore aujourd'hui, mais celles que j'écoutais quand j'avais 18 ans... c'est marrant hein?!
:o)
...
non?
ah bon, tant pis...
enfin celle ci, j'adore la chanter:
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock
I am an island
I've built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need for friendship
Friendship causes pain
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock
I am an island
Don't talk of love
Well, I've heard the word before
It's sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I'd never loved,
I never would have cried
I am a rock
I am an island
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no-one and no-one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island
And the rock feels no pain
And an island never crie
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| | compte supprimé . 01.12.2002 à 20:13 | 62324 |
| | | SWEET ADELINE (MY ADELINE)
Traditionnal
In the evening when I sit alone
a-dreaming
Of days gone by, love, to me so dear
There's a picture that in fancy, oft
appearing
Brings back the time, love, when you were near
It is there I wonder where you are
my darling
And if your heart to me is still the same
For the sighing wind and nightengale
a singing
Are breathing only your own sweet name
Sweet Adeline
My Adeline
At night dear heart
For you I pine
In all my dreams
Your own fair face beams
You're the flower of my heart
Sweet Adeline
Sweet Adeline |
| | cubik, 12.10.2002 à 11:10 | 54532 |
| | | Rue des cascades, Yann Tiersen
When I'm asleep in Cascade Street
I don't see anything
When I'm asleep in Cascade Street
I hear nothing
In the cascade u washed me
In the cascade u washed me
When I wake up in Cascade Street
I feel nothing
When I'm asleep in Cascade Street
I don't remember
In the cascade u washed me
In the cascade u washed me |
| | cubik, 11.10.2002 à 11:08 | 54372 |
| | | c'est bizarre, je croyais l'avoir vu passer, mais non, donc je la mets
Video kills the radio stars, Buggles
I heard u on the wireless back in Fifty Two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on u
If I was young it didn't stop u coming through
Oh-a oh
They took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine and new technology
and now I understand the problems u can see
Oh-a oh
I met your children
Oh-a oh
What did u tell them?
Video killed the radio stars
Video killed the radio stars
Pictures came and broke your heart
Oh-a-a-a oh
And now we meet in an abandoned studio
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago
And u remember the jingles used to go
Oh-a oh
u were the first one.
Oh-a oh
u were the last one.
Video killed the radio stars
Video killed the radio stars
In my mind and in my car
we can't rewind we've gone to far
Oh-a-aho oh
Oh-a-aho oh
Video killed the radio stars
Video killed the radio stars
In my mind and in my car
we can't rewind we've gone to far
Pictures came and broke your heart
put the blame on VCR
u are a radio star
u are a radio star
Video killed the radio stars
Video killed the radio stars
Video killed the radio stars
Video killed the radio stars
Video killed the radio stars
(u are a radio star) |
| | | | A Pair Of Brown Eyes by the pogues
One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox Johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's how are you kid and what's your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang
Of my elusive dream
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
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| | manu, 10.10.2002 à 9:19 | 54215 |
| | | The ghost of Tom Joad
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home no job no peace no rest
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
But where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' downhere in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
Bruce Springsteen |
| | man, 09.10.2002 à 22:56 | 54179 |
| | | Lonesome Town - Ricky Nelson
There's a place where lovers go
To cry their troubles away.
And they call it,
Lonesome Town,
Where the broken hearts stay.
You can buy a dream or two
To last you all through the years.
And the only price you pay
Is a heart full of tears.
Goin' down to Lonesome Town,
Where the broken hearts stay.
Goin' down to Lonesome Town,
To cry my troubles away.
In the town of broken dreams,
The streets are filled with regret.
Maybe down in
Lonesome Town,
I can learn to forget.
Maybe down in
Lonesome Town,
I can learn to forget...
Lonesome Town... |
| | man, 09.10.2002 à 22:51 | 54178 |
| | | | C'était y a un an et demi, Loco ? Bin... le temps file dis-donc. |
| | | | man, ben moi je les ai vus y a 1an et demi, a la sortie de loco, et dans une petite salle, 3000 personnes, mais c'etait en angleterre, c peut etre pour ca...
mais super ambiance, tout le monde avait la banane, pas un lourd pour te foutre un grand coup de coude dans les bouboules, 70 % de filles et 2 lesbiennes qui s'embrassaient a cote de moi: que du bonheur! |
| | man, 08.10.2002 à 14:45 | 53897 |
| | | C'est sûr petitboulet, mais bon, au moins ils en parlent bien ;o)))
Pour ce qui est de leurs prestations sur scène, j'en ai beaucoup entendu parler, mais malheureusement je les avais loupés à leur dernier passage à Paris
Le truc, c'est qu'avec leur popularité croissante, ils risquent de faire surtout des grandes salles maintenant, et c'est moins sympa. Enfin s'ils repassent à la Cigale, j'irai les voir. |
| | bat, 08.10.2002 à 13:24 | 53891 |
| | | g oublié de mettre le nom de l'auteur....
Rufus Wainwright |
| | bat, 08.10.2002 à 13:24 | 53890 |
| | | Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk
Cigarettes and chocolate milk
These are just a couple of my cravings
Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me
If I should buy jellybeans
Have to eat them all in just one sitting
Everything it seems I like's a little bit sweeter,
A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me
And then there's those other things
Which for several reasons we won't mention
Everything about 'em is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder
A little bit deadly
It isn't very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted
Sitting here remembering me
Always been a shoe made for the city
Go ahead accuse me of just singing about places
With scrappy boys faces have general run of the town
Playing with prodigal sons
Takes a lot of sentimental valiums
Can't expect the world to be your Raggedy Andy
While running on empty you little old doll with a frown
You got to keep in the game
Retaining mystique while facing forward
I suggest a reading of ïA Lesson in Tightropes'
Or ïSurfing Your High Hopes' or ïAdios Kansas'
It isn't very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted
Still there's not a show on my back
Holes or a friendly intervention
I'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit Irish
A little bit Tower of Pisa
Whenever I see ya
So please be kind if I'm a mess
Cigarettes and chocolate milk
Cigarettes and chocolate milk
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| | cubik, 08.10.2002 à 11:36 | 53886 |
| | | American Woman, Guess Who
American woman, stay away from me
American woman, mama let me be
Don’t come hangin' around my door
I don’t wanna see your face no more
I got more important things to do
Than spend my time growin' old with u
Now woman, stay away,
American woman, listen what I say
American woman, get away from me
American woman, mama let me be
Don’t come knockin' around my door
I don’t wanna see your shadow no more
Chorus:
Coloured lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else’s eyes
Now woman, get away
American woman, listen what I say-ay
American Woman, said get away
American Woman, listen what I say
Don’t come a hangin' around my door
Don’t wanna see your face no more
I don’t need your war machines
I don’t need your ghetto scenes
Chorus
American woman, stay away from me
American woman, mama let me be
I gotta go, I gotta get away
Baby, I gotta go,
I am dying
I’m gonna leave u woman (4x)
Bye-bye (4x)
(American woman)
You’re no good for me
And I’m no good for u
(American woman)
I’ll look u right in the eye
And tell u what I’m gonna do
u know I’m gonna leave, u know I’m gonna go
u know I’m gonna leave,
I’m gonna leave u woman
Goodbye American Woman
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| | | | | en tout cas, ils ont a peu pres un sujet de chanson, c new york... |
| | | | | c clair que les textes sont maitrises chez les fun... mais le mieux chez eux c les delires des concerts. voir huey faire une bataille de sabre laser avec un pote a lui en plein milieu du show, lui prenant le ton de de niro et l'autre celui d'al pacino, c a voir! |
| | man, 08.10.2002 à 0:52 | 53858 |
| | | | bon, mais petitboulet, tu n'as pas réagi à la chanson des Fun... quesst'en penses ? |
| | | | | he oui, kylie aura une chanson qui lui survivra... |
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Mustang Sally - Buddy Guy (les versions de Wilson Pickett et des commitmens sont bien, mais celle ci contient un solo monstrueux de Jeff Beck, alors bon...)
Mustang Sally
Guess you better slow your Mustang down
Mustang Sally , baby
I guess you better slow your Mustang down
You been a runnin' all over town
I guess I'll better put your big feet on the ground, oh yes, I will
All you wanna do is ride around, Sally (ride Sally ride)
All you wanna do is ride around, Sally (ride Sally ride)
All you wanna do is ride around, Sally (ride Sally ride)
All you wanna do is ride around, Sally (ride Sally ride)
One of these early mornings
You gonna be wipin' your weepin' eyes, yes you will
I bought you a Vintage Mustang
Of nineteen sixty-five
Now you comin' right signifyin' woman, no
You don't wanna let me ride
Mustang Sally, baby, yeah
I guess you better slow your Mustang down, yes you will darling, I hope you will
Going around running' all over town
I'm gonna put your big fat feet on the ground, oh yes Sally, well, look at here
All you wanna do is ride around, Sally (ride Sally ride)
All you wanna do is just ride around, Sally (ride Sally ride)
All you wanna do is just ride around, Sally (ride Sally ride)
All you wanna do is ride around, Sally (ride Sally ride)
One of these early mornings
You gonna put your bad bad feet on the ground, oh yes I will, Sally
Sally (ride Sally ride)
Sally (ride Sally ride)
(ride Sally ride)
(ride Sally ride)
(ride Sally ride)
(ride Sally ride) |
| | | | | Et puis Nick Cave est capable de faire chanter Kylie Minogue, c'est quand même exceptionnel !!!!! |
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