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| | | | DIGGING THE GRAVE (faith no more)
It would be wrong to ask you why
Because I know what goes inside
Is only half of what comes out
Isn't that what it's about?
To remind us we're alive
To remind us we're not blind
In that big, black hole
Comfortable
Digging the grave, I got it made
Let something in, or throw something out?
You left the door open wide
I know you have a reason why
That knot is better left untied
I just went and undid mine
It takes some time
And the shadows so big
It takes the sun out of the day
And the feeling goes away
If you close the door
Comfortable
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| | | | BE AGGRESSIVE (Faith no more)
I started this
It's all for me
What's yours is mine and mine is mine
That's plain to see
So give it up
I've got to have
I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW
Be aggressive
B-e aggressive
B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e
What someone else
Would leave behind
And spit it out, let go to waste
I claim as mine
You're my flavor of the week
I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW
Tall and reckless
Ugly seed
Reach down my throat
You filthy bird
That's all I need
The empty pit
I've got to feed
To prove I'm fit
A healthy man
I've got to be
Malnutrition, my submission
You're the master and I take it on my knees
Ejaculation
Tribulation
I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW
Be aggressive
B-e aggressive
B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e
Go, Fight, Go, Fight, Go, Fight, Go, Fight, Win
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| | | | SEGUIMOS EN PIE (SKA-P)
Voy a gritar, quiero despreciar tanta mediocridad
No quieres sentir, no quieres ver, no quieres escuchar
La fuerza del poder y del capital desgarrará tu condición
Estamos aquí nos hacemos ver todos contra el poder
Tened fé, seguimos en pie
La topía es una cerveza fría, bebed
Para calmar vuestra sed
Tened fé, seguimos en pie
Rebeldía, yo nunca me arrodillaré
Muy pronto va a amanecer
Pobre colgao antisocial, que no entiende este cacao
No tiene nación ni vocación, solo busca la razón
La conformidad de esta sociedad ante la vil barbaridad
Me hace pensar, me hace meditar, es el camino a no llevar
Tened fé, seguimos en pie
Rebeldía, yo nunca me arrodillaré
Muy pronto va a amanecer
Seguimos en pie, seguimos en pie
Bailando este reggae seguimos en pie
Tanto tienes, tanto vales, nada tienes nada vales..
Tanto tienes, tanto vales, es la hija de puta y cruel verdad
Tanto tienes, tanto vales, es la hija de puta y cruel verdad
No creo en políticos ni en militares, sólo creo en ti
No creo en banderas, no creo en fronteras, sólo creo en mi
Tened fé, seguimos en pie
La utopía es una cerveza fría, bebed
Para calmar vuestra sed
Tened fé, seguimos en pie
Rebeldía ,yo nunca me arrodillaré
Muy pronto va a amenecer
Seguimos en pie, seguimos en pie
Bailando este reggae seguimos en pie
Tanto tienes, tanto vales, nada tienes ,nada vales....
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| | | | PARAMILITAR (SKA-P)
Situación de alarma, América latina muere
El Ejército zapatista va cogiendo poder
Todos los indígenas son presos del fascismo
Con un pañuelo van cubriendo su tez
Terrorista, xenófobo, racista, ese kacique no quiere comprender
Que la represión es el reflejo del fascista
Que todo el pueblo unido se echará a la montaña zapatista
Todos bienvenidos a la fría realidad
Todos bienvenidos al territorio libertad
Todos bienvenidos al encuentro de la dignidad
Todos con Zapata , rebeldía ,solidaridad
Al paramilitar tenemos que eliminar x 3
Paramilitar, ¡racista criminal!
Comienza a amanecer en el sureste mexicano
Y el subcomandante Marcos le responde al poder
Por toda la injusticia, violación y asesinato
Alza su voz, el pueblo debe saber
No hay fronteras , ni patria, ni bandera
Nada en el mundo le podrá detener
La revolución ha comenzado ya en Chiapas
Por la humanidad y en contra de la represión del capital
Todos bienvenidos a la fría realidad
Todos bienvenidos al territorio libertad
Todos bienvenidos al encuentro de la dignidad
Todos con Zapata, rebeldía, solidaridad
Al paramilitar tenemos que eliminar x 3
Paramilitar, ¡racista criminal!
Los paramilitares asesinan campesinos
Y el gobierno mexicano nada quiere saber
La esperanza de los indios esta latente en la guerrilla
Hombres y mujeres con Zapata juntos vamos a vencer
Todos bienvenidos a la fría realidad
Todos bienvenidos al territorio libertad
Todos bienvenidos al encuentro de la dignidad
Todos con Zapata, rebeldía, solidaridad
Al paramilitar tenemos que eliminar x 3
Paramilitar, ¡racista criminal!
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| | | | Space Oddity - David Bowie
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you
(spoken)
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
"This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much she knows"
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....
"Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do."
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| | compte supprimé . 20.08.2002 à 22:27 | 46340 |
| | | Man On The Moon - REM
Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let’s play Twister, let’s play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.
Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.
Here’s a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here’s a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here’s a truck stop instead of Saint Peter’s. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Andy Kaufman’s gone wrestling [wrestling bears]. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.
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| | compte supprimé . 20.08.2002 à 22:27 | 46339 |
| | | Empty spaces, what are we living for
Abandoned places, I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on, The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking, but my smile... still stays on
Whatever happens I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for
I guess I'm learning (I'm learning)
I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning (turning, turning) round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on, the show must go on, yeah
Oooh, inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking, but my smile... still stays on
Yeah oh, oh, oh
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly, my friends
The show must go on, yeah yeah
The show must go on, go on, go on
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in, on with the show
I'll top the bill, I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the, on with the show
The show must go on, go on, go on...
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| | compte supprimé . 20.08.2002 à 22:15 | 46336 |
| | | "Come As You Are"
Come, as you are. As you were.
As I want you to be. As a friend.
As a friend. As an old enemy. Take your time.
Hurry up. The choice is yours. Don't be late.
Take a rest. As a friend. As a old memory, memory, memory, memory.
Come. Dowsed in mud. Soaked in bleach.
As I want you to be. As a trend. As a friend.
As an old memory, memory, memory, memory.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
Memory, memory, memory, memory (don't have a gun).
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun. Memory, memory...
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| | compte supprimé . 20.08.2002 à 22:10 | 46335 |
| | | "The Man Who Sold The World"
We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World
I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
At all the millions here
I must have died alone (Alt: I must have died along)
A long, long time ago
[x2]
Who knows?
Not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World |
| | bat, 20.08.2002 à 18:41 | 46292 |
| | | PAUL SIMON : Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes
(a-wa) O kod wa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(a-wa a-wa) Si-bona kwenze ka kanjani
(a-wa a-wa) Amanto mbazane ayeza
She’s a rich girl
She don’t try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
He’s a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
Sing Ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
People say she’s crazy
She’s got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Well that’s one way to lose these
Walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She was physically forgotten
Then she slipped into my pocket
With my car keys
She said you’ve taken me for granted
Because I please you
Wearing these diamonds
And I could say Oo oo oo
As if everybody knows
What I’m talking about
As if everybody here would know
Exactly what I was talking about
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She makes the sign of a teaspoon
He makes the sign of a wave
The poor boy changes clothes
And puts on after-shave
To compensate for his ordinary shoes
And she said honey take me dancing
But they ended up by sleeping
In a doorway
By the bodegas and the lights on
Upper Broadway
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes
And I could say Oo oo oo
And everybody here would know
What I was talking about
I mean everybody here would know exactly
What I was talking about
Talking about diamonds
People say I’m crazy
I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes
Well that’s one way to lose
These walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of your shoes
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| | bat, 20.08.2002 à 18:38 | 46291 |
| | | PAUL SIMON : You Can Call Me AL
A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don’t want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bone-digger, bone-digger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly, beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don’t find this stuff
Amusing anymore
If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And woe my nights are so long
Where’s my wife and family
What if I die here
Who’ll be my role model
Now that my role model is
Gone gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations
If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
A man walks down the street
It’s a street in a strange world
Maybe it’s the third world
Maybe it’s his first time around
He doesn’t speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen and Hallelujah
If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me
Na na na na …
If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
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| | man, 19.08.2002 à 23:14 | 46150 |
| | | Puisqu'il paraît que c'est soirée disco ce soir :
Night Fever - Bee Gees
Listen to the ground:
there is movement all around.
There is something goin' down
and I can feel it.
On the waves of the air,
there is dancin' out there.
If it's somethin' we can share,
we can steal it.
And that sweet city woman,
she moves through the light,
controlling my mind and my soul.
When you reach out for me
yeah, and the feelin' is bright,
then I get night fever, night fever.
We know how to do it.
Gimme that night fever, night fever.
We know how to show it.
Here I am,
prayin' for this moment to last,
livin' on the music so fine,
borne on the wind,
makin' it mine.
Night fever, night fever.
We know how to do it.
Gimme that night fever, night fever.
We know how to show it.
In the heat of our love,
don't need no help for us to make it.
Gimme just enough to take us to the mornin'.
I got fire in my mind.
I got higher in my walkin'.
And I'm glowin' in the dark;
I give you warnin'.
And that sweet city woman,
she moves through the light,
controlling my mind and my soul.
When you reach out for me
yeah, and the feelin' is bright,
then I get night fever, night fever.
We know how to do it.
Gimme that night fever, night fever.
We know how to show it.
Here I am,
prayin' for this moment to last,
livin' on the music so fine,
borne on the wind,
makin' it mine.
Night fever, night fever.
We know how to do it.
Gimme that night fever, night fever.
We know how to show it.
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| | manu, 19.08.2002 à 14:37 | 46099 |
| | | Pareil pour moi, Ramo : O'Brother... :o)
J'ai aussi celles des Stanley et de Dylan (quoi, t'as cru qu'il me manquait un dylan ???)... Y'en a quelques autres aussi mais qui ont assez tendance à se ressembler... |
| | compte supprimé . 19.08.2002 à 13:54 | 46087 |
| | | | Ahaha Manu tu me plais bien ((c: Moi j'ai découvert Man of constant sorrow dans O Brother mais il existe des versions antédéluviennes qui sont pas mal du tout (celle des Stanley brothers par exemple) et puis il y a une reprise rare par Bob Dylan qui est intéressante. |
| | cadou, 19.08.2002 à 11:38 | 46079 |
| | | | Bon j'ai pas trouvé les paroles...mais la plus belle chanson ces " L'amour a tous les droits" Ismael Lo |
| | man, 19.08.2002 à 11:10 | 46076 |
| | | Summertime
Il s'agit de la version de Janis Joplin, j'aime aussi les versions plus "jazz" mais celle-là est inimitable.
Summertime, time, time,
Child, the living's easy.
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton, Lord,
Cotton's high, Lord so high.
Your daddy's rich
And your ma is so good-looking, baby.
She's a-looking good now,
Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby now,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Don't you cry, don't you cry.
One of these mornings
You're gonna rise, rise up singing,
You're gonna spread your wings, child,
And take, take to the sky,
Lord, the sky.
But until that morning,
Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm ya,
No, no, no no, no no, no...
Don't you cry, cry.
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| | manu, 19.08.2002 à 9:24 | 46055 |
| | | I am a man of constant sorrow
I am a man of constant sorrow
I have seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The State where I was born and raised
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasure here on earth I've found
For in this world I'm bound to travel
I have no friends to help me now
You may bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore |
| | bat, 18.08.2002 à 18:37 | 45992 |
| | | INXS : New Sensation
Live baby live
Now that the day is over
I gotta new sensation
In perfect moments
Impossible to refuse
Sleep baby sleep
Now that the night is over
And the sun comes
Like a god
Into our room
All perfect light and promises
Gotta hold on you
A new sensation
A new sensation
Right now gonna take you over
A new sensation
A new sensation
Dream baby dream
Of all that's come and going
And you will find out
In the end
There really is
There really is no difference
Cry baby cry
When you got to get it out
I'll be your shoulder
You can tell me all
Don't keep it in ya
Well that's the reason why I'm here
Hey hey
Are you ready for
A new sensation
A new sensation
Right now
Gonna take you on
A new sensation
A new sensation
Hate baby hate
When there's nothing left for you
You're only human
What can you do
It'll soon be over
Don't let your pain take over you
Love baby love
It's written all over your face
There's nothing better we could do
That live forever
Well that's all we've got to do
Hey now I'm gonna take
A new sensation
A new sensation
Right now gotta hold on you
A new sensation
A new sensation
A new sensation
A new sensation
A new sensation
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| | compte supprimé . 18.08.2002 à 18:02 | 45983 |
| | | Rhaa hey ! L'autre il se justifie ! 'faut pas rentrer dans mon jeu (c:
Si tu aimes Robert Johnson tu connais peut-être Skip James ... Tous ceux qui ont vu Ghost World n'ont pu qu'avoir le coeur serré par "Devil Got My Woman". Terrib' !
DEVIL GOT MY WOMAN - Skip James
I would rather be the devil to be that woman's man.
I would rather be the devil to be that woman's man.
Oh, nothing but the devil changed my baby's mind.
Oh, nothing but the devil changed my baby's mind.
I laid down last night, laid down last night,
I laid down last night, tried to take my rest.
My mind got rambling like the wild geese from the west, from the west.
The woman I love, woman that I love, the woman I love took off for my best friend
But he got lucky, joker got her back again
And he got lucky, stole her back again |
| | compte supprimé . 18.08.2002 à 18:01 | 45982 |
| | | | (Comme celle des Blues Brothers ? Bon, bon, j'me tais :-) ) |
| | manu, 18.08.2002 à 17:48 | 45980 |
| | | Je suis d'accord avec toi, il est inimitable. Il a bien fait de vendre son âme au diable, le robert :o)
Mais j'aime ce titre et j'ai trouvé d'excellentes versions. |
| | compte supprimé . 18.08.2002 à 17:41 | 45979 |
| | | | Ben Robert Johnson est inimitable, à quoi ça sert de courir les reprises hm ? (((c: |
| | compte supprimé . 18.08.2002 à 17:24 | 45976 |
| | | | Merci Manu pour ce silence indulgent :-) |
| | manu, 18.08.2002 à 17:00 | 45973 |
| | | Hum :o))))
/me ne commentera pas le message d'arnaud. |
| | compte supprimé . 18.08.2002 à 15:24 | 45968 |
| | | (Arnaud n'a jamais peur du ridicule, et la suite de ce message vous le prouvera.)
Il y a celle des Blues Brothers pour le film homonyme Manu
(C'est bien ce que je disais. Arnaud s'imagine sans doute que Manu ne possède pas encore la version la plus connue de ce titre. Il est vraiment très con !) |
| | manu, 18.08.2002 à 14:11 | 45953 |
| | | Sweet Home Chicago
Je recherche toutes les reprises de ce titre pour info. Mais bon, j'en ai déjà plein plein :o)
Come on, baby don't you want to go
Come on, baby don't you want to go
To the same old place, sweet home Chicago
Now, one and one is two, two and two is four
I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go
Cryin' baby, honey, don't you want to go
Back to the same old place, my sweet home Chicago
Come on, baby don't you want to go
Com on, baby don't you want to go
To the same old place, sweet home Chicago
Now two and two is four, six and two is eight
Come on baby, don't you make me late
I'm cryin' hey, baby, don't you want to go
To the same old place, sweet home Chicago
Come on, baby don't you want to go
Com on, baby don't you want to go
To the same old place, sweet home Chicago
Robert Johnson |
| | bat, 17.08.2002 à 19:24 | 45875 |
| | | Chaka Demus & Pliers - Murder She Wrote
Now dis one dedicated to the girls
Dem wid di angel face and the devil heart
Yuh no say Ragamuffin Chaka Demus an youth called Pliers
Come to deal with your case
Step up my youth - Hear dis!
I know this little girl, her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose
If I ever tell you bout Maxine
You would a say I don't know what I know (but)
Murder she wrote (fi real fi real)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Watch ya now, it name
A pretty face and bad character
Dem the kinda livin can't hold Chaka (follow me!)
A pretty face and bad character
Dem the kinda livin can't hold Chaka
Seh gal yuh pretty
Yuh face it pretty
But yuh character dirty
Gal yuh just act too flirty flirty
Yuh run to Tom, Dick, an also Harry
An when yuh find yuh mistake
Yuh talk bout yuh sorry, sorry, sorry (Come now!)
Have her (cruise?) di corner where she jooks an where she jam
She know about Lou, Crack an every money man
Me talk about coolie chiney, White Man and Indian
Di wickedest kind a girl whey Mr. Pliers buk upon
Now when yuh heard about this girl, her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose (But)
If I ever tell you bout Maxine
You would a say I don't know what I know (but)
Murder she wrote (Murderation man)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote (Na na na)
Murder she wrote
Watch yuh now stand still
Yuh no pay me light bill
If yuh tes di ragamuffin
Gal ya gwan get kill
Gal keep 'way
Caw yuh a crebbie crebbie
An di limits of me talk of if a DJ
Gal come out
Becaw yuh nuh shockout
Now when yuh hear di ragamuffin
Yuh haffi jump and shout
Now touch me gate
Yuh nuh pay mi water rate
Becaw great is great, yuh cyaan underate (Follow me!)
Yuh pretty face an bad character
Dem the kinda livin can Hold Chaka (Follow me!)
Yuh pretty face an bad character
Dem the kinda livin can Hold Chaka
Seh girl yuh pretty
Yuh face is pretty
But yuh character dirty
Gal yuh just a have to
Flirty flirty
Yuh run to Tom Dick,
An also Harry
An when yuh find yuh mistake
Yuh talk bout yuh sorry
Sorry, sorry
Now every middle of the year dis girl go have abortion
Fi di coolie white Man, Indian no seek inna ((nail fun?))
An jus di other day me see her six months pregnant
Now she up an switch her girl with other baby inna pram
So yuh heard about this girl her name is Maxine
Her beauty's like a bunch of rose
An' if I ever tell you bout Maxine
You would a say I don't know what I know (but)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote (Na nana)
Murder she wrote
Excuse me!
Gal me never know yuh a so yuh stay
Ragamuffin Chaka Demus com fi flash it same way
Waoh woa (Follow me!)
Yuh pretty face an bad character
Dem the kinda livin can Hold Chaka (Follow me!)
Yuh pretty face an bad character
Dem the kinda livin can Hold Chaka
Seh girl yuh pretty
Yuh face is pretty
But yuh character dirty
Gal yuh just a have to
Flirty flirty
Yuh run to Tom, Dick
An also Harry
An when yuh plan yuh mischeif
Yuh talk bout yuh sorry
Sorry, sorry
Di gal a pose an' a brag how she look sexy
All she worship is pure vanity
Di gal a pose anna brag how she look ready
When she wash her clothes it dirty
Gal yuh no ready
If yuh cyaan cook fi mi
Gal yuh no ready
If yuh cyaan wash fi mi
Gal yuh nuh ready
If yuh know yuh flirty flirty (Follow me!)
Yuh pretty face and bad character
Dem the kinda livin can't hold Chaka (Follow me now)
Yuh pretty face an bad character (Murder she wrote)
Dem the kinda livin can't (Murder she wrote) hold Chaka
So stand still (Murder she wrote Na nana)
Yuh no pay me light bill
An if yuh tes di ragamuffin (Murder she wrote)
Gal ya gwan get kill
Gal keep 'way
Caw yuh ahaffi back way
An di ((limit see me talk)) of him a DJ
Gal come out Becaw yuh nuh shockout
Now when yuh hear di ragamuffin
Yuh haffi jump and shout
Now touch me ((gate?))
Yuh nuh pay mi water rate
Becaw great is great is yuh gong fi di rate (Come down)
Now yuh heard about this little girl her name is Maxine
Her face is like a bunch of rose
Man a if I ever tell you bout Maxine
You would a say I don't know what I know
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| | man, 17.08.2002 à 17:05 | 45848 |
| | | Sour times - Portishead
To pretend no one can find,
The fallacies of morning rose,
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes,
Courtesies that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now.
‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do.
Covered by the blind belief,
That fantasies of sinful screens,
Bear the facts, assume the dye,
End the vows no need to lie, enjoy,
Take a ride, take a shot now.
‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do.
Who oo am I, what and why?
‘Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday,
Ohh these sour times.
‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do.
After time the bitter taste,
Of innocence decent or race,
Scattered seed, buried lives,
Mysteries of our disguise revolve,
Circumstance will decide.
‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do
‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you
‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do
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| | compte supprimé . 17.08.2002 à 15:32 | 45837 |
| | | | (Dans le même esprit que la chanson que j'ai posté tantôt, voici une phrase de Daffy Duck :"Je suis différent des autres. Moi, la douleur me fait mal") |
| | compte supprimé . 17.08.2002 à 15:12 | 45827 |
| | | Elvis Costello - I can't stand up for falling down
I'm the living result
I'm a man who's been hurt a little too much
and I've tasted the bitterness of my own tears
sadness is all my lonely heart can feel
I can't stand up for falling down
I can't stand up for falling down
simple though love is
still it confused me
why I'm not loved the way I should be
now I've lived with heartaches
and I've roomed with fear
I've dealt with despair
and I've wrestled with tears
I can't stand up for falling down
I can't stand up for falling down
the vow that we made
you broke it in two
but that don't stop me from loving you
I can't stand up for falling down
I can't stand up for falling down
|
| | manu, 17.08.2002 à 2:09 | 45758 |
| | | | bah manu, est-ce bien nécessaire à 4 messages d'interval ? hum ? |
| | | | Je repasse Me Gusta tu
Me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu.
Me gusta viajar, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la mañana, me gustas tu.
Me gusta el viento, me gustas tu.
Me gusta soñar, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la mar, me gustas tu.
Que voy a hacer,
Je ne sais pas
Que voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Que voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
Que horas son, mi corazón
Me gusta la moto, me gustas tu.
Me gusta correr, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la lluvia, me gustas tu.
Me gusta volver, me gustas tu.
Me gusta marihuana, me gustas tu.
Me gusta colombiana, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la montaña, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la noche, me gustas tu.
Que voy a hacer,
Je ne sais pas
Que voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Que voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
Que horas son, mi corazón
Me gusta la cena, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la vecina, me gustas tu.
Me gusta su cocina, me gustas tu.
Me gusta camelar, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la guitarra, me gustas tu.
Me gusta el regaee, me gustas tu.
Que voy a hacer,
Je ne sais pas
Que voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Que voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
Que horas son, mi corazón
Me gusta la canela, me gustas tu.
Me gusta el fuego, me gustas tu.
Me gusta menear, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la Coruña, me gustas tu.
Me gusta Malasaña, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la castaña, me gustas tu.
Me gusta Guatemala, me gustas tu.
Que voy a hacer,
Je ne sais pas
Que voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Que voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
Que horas son, mi corazón
Manu Chao |
| | manu, 17.08.2002 à 2:03 | 45754 |
| | | Down To The River To Pray
As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who shall wear the starry crown
Good Lord, show me the way !
O sisters let's go down,
Let's go down, come on down,
O sisters let's go down,
Down in the river to pray.
As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who shall wear the robe and crown
Good Lord, show me the way !
O brothers let's go down,
Let's go down, come on down,
Come on brothers let's go down,
Down in the river to pray.
As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who shall wear the starry crown
Good Lord, show me the way !
O fathers let's go down,
Let's go down, come on down,
O fathers let's go down,
Down in the river to pray.
As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who shall wear the robe and crown
Good Lord, show me the way !
O mothers let's go down,
Let's go down, don't you want to go down,
Come on mothers let's go down,
Down in the river to pray.
As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who shall wear the starry crown
Good Lord, show me the way !
O sinners let's go down,
Let's go down, come on down,
O sinners let's go down,
Down in the river to pray.
As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who shall wear the robe and crown
Good Lord, show me the way !
Alison Krauss |
| | nyl, 15.08.2002 à 21:32 | 45465 |
| | | | ça, je veux que tu me le chantes... ;o) |
| | Djouf, 15.08.2002 à 16:01 | 45393 |
| | | kimigayo
kimigayo wa
chiyo ni yachiyo ni
sazareishi no
iwao to nari te
koke no musu made
(hymne national japonais) |
| | manu, 14.08.2002 à 8:38 | 45201 |
| | | Smelly Cat
Smelly Cat, Smelly cat what are they feeding you?
Smelly Cat, smelly cat it's not your fault...
They won't take you to the vet.
You're obviously not their favorite pet.
You may not be a bed of roses,
And you're no friend to those with noses.
Smelly cat, smelly cat what are they feeding you?
Smelly cat, smelly cat it's not your fault!
Phoebe Buffay |
| | manu, 11.08.2002 à 18:06 | 44782 |
| | | Me gustas tú
Me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu.
Me gusta viajar, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la mañana, me gustas tu.
Me gusta el viento, me gustas tu.
Me gusta soñar, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la mar, me gustas tu.
Que voy a hacer,
Je ne sais pas
Que voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Que voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
Que horas son, mi corazón
Me gusta la moto, me gustas tu.
Me gusta correr, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la lluvia, me gustas tu.
Me gusta volver, me gustas tu.
Me gusta marihuana, me gustas tu.
Me gusta colombiana, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la montaña, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la noche, me gustas tu.
Que voy a hacer,
Je ne sais pas
Que voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Que voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
Que horas son, mi corazón
Me gusta la cena, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la vecina, me gustas tu.
Me gusta su cocina, me gustas tu.
Me gusta camelar, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la guitarra, me gustas tu.
Me gusta el regaee, me gustas tu.
Que voy a hacer,
Je ne sais pas
Que voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Que voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
Que horas son, mi corazón
Me gusta la canela, me gustas tu.
Me gusta el fuego, me gustas tu.
Me gusta menear, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la Coruña, me gustas tu.
Me gusta Malasaña, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la castaña, me gustas tu.
Me gusta Guatemala, me gustas tu.
Que voy a hacer,
Je ne sais pas
Que voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Que voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
Que horas son, mi corazón
Manu Chao |
| | man, 08.08.2002 à 17:52 | 44301 |
| | | All mine - Portishead
All the stars may shine bright
All the clouds may be white
But when you smile
Ohh how I feel so good
That I can hardly wait
To hold you
Enfold you
Never enough
Render your heart to me
All mine.......
You have to be
From that cloud, number nine
Danger starts the sharp incline
And such sad regrets
Ohh as those starry skies
As they swiftly fall
Make no mistake
You shan't escape
Tethered and tied
There's nowhere to hide from me
All mine....
You have to be
Don't resist
We shall exist
Until the day I die
Until the day I die
All mine.......
You have to be
|
| | bat, 08.08.2002 à 15:33 | 44214 |
| | | PETER GABRIEL : Sledgehammer
you could have a steam train
if you'd just lay down your tracks
you could have an aeroplane flying
if you bring your blue sky back
all you do is call me
I'll be anything you need
you could have a big dipper
going up and down, all around the bends
you could have a bumper car, bumping
this amusement never ends
I want to be your sledgehammer
why don't you call my name
oh let me be your sledgehammer
this will be my testimony
show me round your fruitcage
'cos I will be your honey bee
open up your fruitcage
where the fruit is as sweet as can be
I want to be your sledgehammer
why don't you call my name
you'd better call the sledgehammer
put your mind at rest
I'm going to be-the sledgehammer
this can be my testimony
I'm your sledgehammer
let there be no doubt about it
sledge sledge sledgehammer
I've kicked the habit
shed my skin
this is the new stuff
I go dancing in, we go dancing in
oh won't you show for me
and I will show for you
show for me, I will show for you
yea, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I do mean you
only you
you've been coming through
going to build that powerr
build, build up that power, hey
I've been feeding the rhythm
I've been feeding the rhythm
going to feel that power, build in you
come on, come on, help me do
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you
I've been feeding the rhythm
I've been feeding the rhythm
it's what we're doing, doing
all day and night
|
| | | | Jamais 2 sans 3 ;o))
VAGABOND WAYS
Oh, doctor please, oh, doctor please.
I drink and I take drugs, I love sex and I move around a lot,
I had my first baby at fourteen,
And yes, I guess I do have vagabond ways.
Yes, I guess I do have vagabond ways.
Oh, doctor please, oh, doctor please,
I think you've made a mistake, I'm fine and I don't need people,
You don't understand all my choices,
But yes, I guess I do have vagabond ways,
Yes, I guess I do have vagabond ways.
Please, don't lock me up,
Please, let me stay free.
If you let me go I promise I'll never come back,
I'll take a ship across the sea.
I'm young and poor, and yes I'm afraid,
But I'll stay myself and keep my vagabond ways.
It was a long time ago, they took her child away and she was sterelized.
She died of the drink and the drugs
And yes, I guess she kept those vagabond ways,
Yes, I guess she kept those vagabond ways,
Yes, I guess she kept those vagabond ways.
|
| | | | un petit deuxieme de la grande Marianne ;o)
GUILT
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel bad, so bad,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad.
I feel bad, so bad,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad.
I never lied to my lover,
But if I did I would admit it.
If I could get away with murder
I'd take my gun and I'd commit it.
I never gave to the rich, I never stole from the poor,
I'm like a curious child, give me more,
More, more, more, more, more, more.
I feel blood, I feel blood,
Though I feel it in my veins, it's not enough.
I feel blood, I feel blood,
Though it's streaming through my veins it's not enough.
I never stole a scarf from Harrods,
But if I did you wouldn't miss it.
I never stole a doll from Lovecraft,
But if I did you know I'd kiss it.
I never stole from the rich, I never gave to the poor,
I'm like a curious child, just give me more,
More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel guilt.
Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt
Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt ...
|
| | | | Un petit coup de Marianne Faithfull ne peut jamais faire de mal:
BROKEN ENGLISH
Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan
What are you fighting for ?
It's not my security.
It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in Russian,
Don't say it in German.
Say it in broken English,
Say it in broken English.
Lose your father, your husband,
Your mother, your children.
What are you dying for ?
It's not my reality.
It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in Russian,
Don't say it in German.
Say it in broken English,
Say it in broken English.
US CD MFSL Ultradisc UDCD 640
r. 08 08 1995
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan.
What are you fighting for ?
It's not my security.
It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in Russian,
Don't say it in German.
Say it in broken English,
Say it in broken English.
Say it in broken English,
Say it in broken English.
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting ...
|
| | | | Mother Mother Tracy Bonham (ca fait pas mal de bruit ;o))
Mother mother how's the family, I'm just calling to say hello
How's the weather how's my father am I lonely heavens no
Mother mother are you listening, just a phone call to ease your mind
Life is perfect never better, distance making the heart grow blind
When you sent me off to see the world, where you scared that I might get hurt
Would I try a little tobacco, would I keep on hiking up my skirt
I'm hungry
I'm dirty
I'm losing my mind
Everything's fine
I'm freezing
I'm starving
I'm bleeding to death
Everything's fine
Yeah, I'm working, making money I'm just starting to build a name
I can feel it around the corner, I could make it any day
Mother mother can you hear me, sure I'm sober sure I'm sane
Life is perfect never better, still your daughter still the same
If I tell you what you want to hear, will it help you to sleep well at night
Are you sure that I'm your perfect dear, now just cuddle up and sleep tight
I'm hungry
I'm dirty
I'm losing my mind
Everything's fine
I'm freezing
I'm starving
I'm bleeding to death
Everything's fine
I miss you
I love you |
| | manu, 08.08.2002 à 9:22 | 44139 |
| | | Porcelain
In my dreams I'm dying all the time
As I wake its kaleidoscopic mind
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to lie
So this is goodbye
This is goodbye
Tell the truth you never wanted me
Tell me
In my dreams I'm jealous all the time
As I wake I'm going out of my mind
Going out of my mind
Moby |
| | cubik, 08.08.2002 à 8:54 | 44136 |
| | | My Melancholy Blues , Queen
Another party's over
And I'm left cold sober
My baby left me for somebody new
I don't wanna talk about it
Want to forget about it
Wanna be intoxicated with that special brew
So come and get me
Let me
Get in that sinking feeling
That says my heart is on an all time low
So
Don't expect me
To behave perfectly
And wear that sunny smile
My guess is I'm in for a cloudy and overcast
Don't try and stop me
'Cos I'm heading for that stormy weather soon
I'm causing a mild sensation
With this new occupation
I'm permanently glued
To this extraordinary mood so now move over
Let me take over
With my melancholy blues
I'm causing a mild sensation
With this new occupation
I'm in the news
I'm just getting used to my new exposure
So come into my enclosure
And meet my
Melancholy blues
|
| | J-C, 07.08.2002 à 17:22 | 44093 |
| | | alors tu as une fée qui veille sur toi, bat ! :-))
At'chao ! |
| | bat, 07.08.2002 à 17:21 | 44092 |
| | | | cool cool :) |
| | | | | j'aime pas??? bien au contraire!!! tu pouvais difficilement mieux tomber ;o))) |
| | bat, 07.08.2002 à 17:16 | 44090 |
| | | | voilà, g fini !!!!:) |
| | bat, 07.08.2002 à 17:16 | 44089 |
| | | SANTANA : JINGO
Jingo
Jingo
Jingo
Jingo Ba
Lo
Ba, Ba, Lo
Ba, Ba, Lo
Ba, Ba, Lo
Ba, Lo
Ba, Ba, Lo
Ba, Ba, Lo
Ba, Ba, Lo
Ba
Jingo
|
| | bat, 07.08.2002 à 17:15 | 44088 |
| | | | héhé, je monopolise le sujet... :o) ( pour une fois ) |
| | bat, 07.08.2002 à 17:15 | 44087 |
| | | SANTANA : EVIL WAYS
You’ve got to change your evil ways... baby
Before I stop loving you.
You’ve go to change... baby
And every word that I say, it’s true.
You’ve got me running and hiding
All over town.
You’ve got me sneaking and peeping
And running you down
This can’t go on...
Lord knows you got to change... baby.
When I come home... baby
My house is dark and my pots are cold
You’re hanging ‘round... baby
With Jean and Joan and a who knows who
I’m getting tired of waiting and fooling
around
I’ll find somebody, who won’t make me feel
like a clown
This can’t go on...
Lord knows you got to change
Yeah ... Yeah ... Yeah ...
|
| | bat, 07.08.2002 à 17:13 | 44086 |
| | | | et g pas fini d'en rajouter ! :o))) |
| | bat, 07.08.2002 à 17:13 | 44085 |
| | | koi ? t'aimes pas cloclo ?
|
| | bat, 07.08.2002 à 17:13 | 44084 |
| | | | Comment voudrais-tu J-C ke je m'éveille au monde si je dors tout le temps ( ce ke je fais ces derniers temps ) ?! :o) |
| | | | | ah et elle en rajoute en plus!!! ;o)))) |
| | bat, 07.08.2002 à 17:11 | 44082 |
| | | SANTANA : OYE COMO VA
Oye como va mi ritmo
Bueno pa gosar mulata
Oye como va mi ritmo
Bueno pa gosar mulata
|
| | | | | vilain médisant J-C, continue bat, change pas de main! ;o))) |
| | bat, 07.08.2002 à 17:10 | 44080 |
| | | SANTANA : EVERYBODY'S EVERYTHING
Seems like everybody's waiting
For a new change to come around.
Come around, come around, come around.
Waiting for the day when the
King, Queen of soul sing around
around.
You can understand everything's toshare. Let your spirit dance brothers everywhere. Let your head be free,
turn the wisdom key
Find it naturally - see you're lucky to be.
Dig this sound It's been round and round and round.
You get out your cold feet ba-by
Something on your back lay it down.
Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down.
Don't you know honey maybe your light might shine this whole town
This whole town, this whole town, this whole town, sing around.
Time for you to all get down
Yeah do it
Get ready uh - Get ready Uh -
Get ready uh - Get ready Uh -
Dig this sound
It's been round and round and round
You can understand everything's to share. Let your spirit dance brothers everywhere. Let your head be free. Turn the wisdom key
Find it naturally, see you're lucky to be
Sing it loud
It's time for you to all get down
Yeah do it.
Get ready Uh
Sing it loud
It's time for you to all get down
Yeah do it. |
| | J-C, 07.08.2002 à 17:04 | 44078 |
| | | bat s'éveillerait-elle au monde ? :-))
At'chao ! |
| | manu, 07.08.2002 à 17:00 | 44076 |
| | | | Rahhh the doors :o)))))) |
| | bat, 07.08.2002 à 16:53 | 44075 |
| | | THE DOORS : BREAK ON THROUGH
You know the day destroys the night, night divides the day
Tried to run, tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
We chased our pleasures here, dug our treasures there
Can you still recall the time we cried ?
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Everybody loves my baby, everybody loves my baby
She gets, she gets, she gets, ...
I found an island in your arms, a country in your eyes
Arms that chain, eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Made the scene from week to week
Day to day, hour to hour
The gate is straight, deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, break on through
Break on through, break on through
Break, break, break.
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| | bat, 07.08.2002 à 16:51 | 44074 |
| | | THE DOORS : PEOPLE ARE STRANGE
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
Whe you're strange, faces come out of the rain
When you're strange, no one remembers your name
When you're strange, when you're strange
When you're strange
|
| | bat, 07.08.2002 à 16:50 | 44073 |
| | | THE DOORS : Strange Days
Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They're goin' to destroy our casual joys
We shall go on playing or find a new town
Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices will signal their tired end
The hostess is grinning her guests sleep from sinning
Hear me talk of sin and you know this is it
Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours we linger
Alone, bodies confused, memories misused
As we run from the day to a strange night of stone
|
| | J-C, 07.08.2002 à 14:31 | 44056 |
| | | Down Under
(Men at Work)
Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said,
"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said,
"I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Lying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said,
"Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
At'chao ! |
| | manu, 07.08.2002 à 14:03 | 44050 |
| | | Juste pour continuer le Sergent Pepper's que man a entamé :o))
Lovely Rita
Lovely Rita meter maid
Lovely Rita meter maid
Lovely Rita meter maid
Nothing can come between us
When it gets dark I tow your heart away
Standing by a parking meter
When I caught a glimpse of Rita
Filling in a ticket in her little white book
In a cap she looked much older
And the bag across her shoulder
Made her look a little like a military man
Lovely Rita meter maid
May I inquire discreetly
When are you free
To take some tea with me
Rita
Took her out and tried to win her
Had a laugh and over dinner
Told her I would really like to see her again
Got the bill and Rita paid it
Took her home I nearly made it
Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two
Oh, lovely Rita meter maid
Where would I be without you
Give us a wink and make me think of you
Lovely meter maid
Rita meter maid
Oh, lovely Rita meter maid |
| | manu, 07.08.2002 à 9:57 | 44001 |
| | | Un vieux rolling stones :o)
Under my thumb
Under my thumb
The girl who once had me down
Under my thumb
The girl who once pushed me around
It's down to me
The difference in the clothes she wears
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Ain't it the truth babe?
Under my thumb
The squirmin' dog who's just had her day
Under my thumb
A girl who has just changed her ways
It's down to me, yes it is
The way she does just what she's told
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb
Ah, ah, say it's alright
Under my thumb
A siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb
She's the sweetest, hmmm, pet in the world
It's down to me
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Ah, take it easy babe
Yeah
It's down to me, oh yeah
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Yeah, it feels alright
Under my thumb
Her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb, well I
I can still look at someone else
It's down to me, oh that's what I said
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Say, it's alright.
Say it's all...
Say it's all...
Take it easy babe
Take it easy babe
Feels alright
Take it, take it easy babe. |
| | manu, 06.08.2002 à 15:05 | 43952 |
| | | 10:15 Saturday Night
10.15
Saturday night
And the tap drips
Under the strip light
And I'm sitting
In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
Waiting
For the telephone to ring
And I'm wondering
Where she's been
And I'm crying
For yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
It's always the same
The Cure |
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