 |
Les textes de chansons PAS françaises qu'on préfère [ Discussions générales, Duels, petits jeux rigolos... ]
retour forum
Pages : 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6
| | J-C, 05.08.2002 à 16:25 | 43878 |
| | | Song For Whoever
The Beautiful South
(Heaton/Rotheray)
I love you from the bottom, of my pencil case
I love you in the songs, I write and sing
Love you because, you put me in my rightful place
And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring
Cheap, never cheap
I'll sing you songs till you're asleep
When you've gone upstairs I'll creep
And write it all down
Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane
I wrote so many songs about you
I forget your name (I forget your name)
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I forget your name
I love your from the bottom of my pencil case
I love the way you never ask me why
I love to write about each wrinkle on your face
And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry
Deep so deep, the number one I hope to reap
Depends upon the tears you weep,
so cry, lovey cry, cry, cry, cry
Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue
You made me so much money,
I wrote this song for you
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I wrote this song for you
So let me talk about Mary, a sad story
Turned her grief into glory
Late at night, by the typewriter light,
She ripped his ribbon to shreds
At'chao ! |
| | cubik, 30.07.2002 à 9:18 | 43116 |
| | | Drinkin' in L.A. , Bran Van 3000
Hi, my name is Stereo Mike.
Yeah, we got three tickets to the Bran Van concert happening this Monday
night at the Pacific Pallisades. You can all dial in if you want to answer
a couple of questions, namely, what is Todd's favourite cheese. Jackie
just called up and said it was a form of Roquefort.
We'll see about that...
Give us a ring-ding-ding! It's a beautiful day.
Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-a-dinging, want those three Bran Van
tickets man.
Waddya think? Todd, you there?
I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes,
When Mike came over with a script surprise.
A Mafioso story with a twist,
A "Too Wong Foo, Julie Newmar" hit,
Get your ass out of bed, he said:
I'll explain it on the way.
But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
I got the fever for the flavour,
The payback will be late, still I need a fix.
And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us,
As we rode on the ten down to Venice again.
Flaring out the G-Funk,
Sipping on a juice and gin,
Just me and a friend.
Feeling kinda groovy,
Working on a movie. (Yeah right!)
But we did nothing, absolutely butkis that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
With my mind on my money and my money on my... Beer, beer!
I know that life is for the taking,
So I better wise up, and take it quick.
Yeah, one more time at Trader Vic's.
Some men there wanted to hurt us,
And other men said we weren't worth the fuss.
We could see them all bitching by the bar,
About the fine line, between the rich and the poor.
Then Mike turned to me and said:
"What do you think we got done son?"
We've got a conclusion, and I guess that's something, so I ask you:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
I got the fever for the nectar,
The payback will be late, still I need a fix.
We need to fix you up, call me Monday and maybe we'll fix it all up.
L.A., L.A., L.L.A, L.A.
L.A., L.A., L.L.A, L.A.
L.A., L.A., L.L.A.
So I ask you:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
|
| | | | HARVEST
NEIL YOUNG
Did I see you down in a young girl's town
With your mother in so much pain?
I was almost there at the top of the stairs
With her screamin' in the rain.
Did she wake you up to tell you that
It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man.
Did I see you walking with the boys
Though it was not hand in hand?
And was some black face in a lonely place
When you could understand?
Did she wake you up to tell you that
It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man.
Will I see you give more than I can take?
Will I only harvest some?
As the days fly past will we lose our grasp
Or fuse it in the sun?
Did she wake you up to tell you that
It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man.
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man.
|
| | man, 29.07.2002 à 16:09 | 43001 |
| | | When I'm Sixty-Four - Beatles
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too,
And it you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera Chuck & Dave.
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
|
| | bat, 25.07.2002 à 16:31 | 42520 |
| | | The Proclaimers : I'm gonna be ( 500 miles )
When I wake up yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you When I go out yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
If I get drunk yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you
{Chorus}
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1,000 miles
To fall down at your door
When I'm working yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you
And when the money comes in for the work I'll do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you
When I come home yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you
And if I grow old well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you
Chorus
When I'm lonely yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you
When I'm dreaming yes I know I'm gonna dream
Dream about the time when I'm with you
When I go out yeah I know I'm gonna
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
When I come home yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to
You
I'm gonna be the man who's coming home wi' you
Chorus |
| | man, 25.07.2002 à 15:51 | 42514 |
| | | Vicious - Lou Reed
Vicious
You hit me with a flower
You do it every hour
Ohh, baby you're so vicious
Vicious
You want me to hit you with a stick
But all I've got's a guitar pick
Huh... baby you're so vicious
When I watch you come
I just want to run far away
You're not the kind of person
Around whom I want to stay
When I see you comin' down the street
I step on your hands and I mangle your feet
You're not the kind of person that I wanna meet
Oh, baby, you're so vicious
Vicious
You hit me with a flower
You do it every hour
Ohh, baby you're so vicious
Vicious
Hey, why don't you swallow razor blades
You must think I'm some kinda gay blade
But baby, you're so vicious
When I watch you comin'
I just have to run
You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun
When I see you walkin' down the street
I step on your hand and I mangle your feet
You're not the kind of person that I even wanna meet
'Cause you're so vicious
Vicious
Vicious... |
| | man, 25.07.2002 à 15:48 | 42513 |
| | | All Apologies - Nirvana
What else should I be
All apologies
What else should I say
Everyone is gay
What else should I write
I don't have the right
What else should I be
All apologies
In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
Married
Buried
I wish I was like you
Easily amused
Find my nest of salt
Everything is my fault
I'll take all the blame
Aqua seafoam shame
Sunburn with freezeburn
Choking on the ashes of her enemy
In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
(x2)
Married
Buried
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
(x13)
All in all is all we are (All alone is all we all are?)
|
| | cubik, 25.07.2002 à 11:43 | 42468 |
| | | Born to raise Hell, Motorhead
Listen up here
I'll make it quite clear
I'm gonna put some boogie in your ear
Shake and bop
don't u stop
Dance like a maniak until u drop
I don't mind
I don't mind
I can tun a razor right up your spine
what are u waiting for
what do u think u were created for
show us you care
show us you dare
u don't know what happened
not if u weren't there
born to raise hell
born to raise hell
we know how to do it and we do it real well
born to raise hell
born to raise hell
voodoo medicine cast my spell
born to raise hell
born to raise hell
play that guitar just like ringing a bell
take it or leave it
going for broke
rock 'til u choke
it doesn't matter if u drink or smoke
speak through the beat
get up on your feet
sweating like a hound dog white as a sheet
don't u be scared
don't u be scared
everybody's terrified, it don't seem fair
what are u waiting for
what do u think u were created for
out of your seat
blind in the heat
do the nasty boogie mama, stomp your feet
born to raise hell
born to raise hell
we know how to do it and we do it real well
born to raise hell
born to raise hell
go back to zero take a pill and get well
born to raise hell
born to raise hell
be a good soldier and die where u fell
born to raise hell
born to raise hell
we know how to do it and we do it real well
born to raise hell
born to raise hell
go on out and boogie 'cos u never can tell
born to raise hell
born to raise hell
be a good soldier and die where u fell
born to raise hell
born to raise hell
we know how to do it and we do it real well
|
| | manu, 25.07.2002 à 9:35 | 42461 |
| | | I'll Make a Man Out of You
Let's get down to business - to defeat the Huns
Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?
You're the saddest bunch I've ever met
But you can bet before we're through
Mister, I'll make a man out of you
Tranquil as a forest
But on fire within
Once you find your center
You are sure to win
You're a spineless, pale pathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue
Somehow I'll make a man out of you
I'm never gonna catch my breath
Say goodbye to those who knew me
Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym
This guy's got 'em scared to death
Hope he doesn't see right through me
Now I really wish that I knew how to swim
Be a man
We must be swift as the coursing river
Be a man
With all the force of a great typhoon
Be a man
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
Time is racing toward us till the Huns arrive
Heed my every order and you might survive
You're unsuited for the rage of war
So pack up, go home you're through
How could I make a man out of you?
Heuu, c'est dans Mulan :o) |
| | manu, 25.07.2002 à 9:11 | 42460 |
| | | Maggie M'Gill
Miss Maggie M'Gill she lived on a hill;
Her daddy got drunk ang left her no will,
So she went down, down to "Tangie Town".
People down there really like to get it on.
Now, if you're sad and you're feelin' blue,
Go out and buy a brand new pair of shoes,
And you go down, down to "Tangie Town".
The people down there really like to get it on, get it on.
Illegitimate son of a rock and roll star.
Illegitimate son of a rock and roll star.
Mom met Dad in the back of a rock'n roll car.
Well, I'm an old blues man and I think that you understand.
I've been singing the blues ever since the world began.
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill,
Roll on, roll on Maggie M'Gill.
The Doors |
| | manu, 25.07.2002 à 9:06 | 42459 |
| | | | ça serait bien de mettre les auteurs :o) |
| | cubik, 25.07.2002 à 8:50 | 42457 |
| | | Hit me baby one more time
oh baby baby
how was i suppose to know
that something wasn't right
oh baby baby
i should not have let u go
and now u're out of sight
show me
how u want it to be
tell me baby
'cause i need to know
because
my lonelyness
is killing me (and i)
i must confess
i still believe (still believe)
when i'm not with u
i lose my mind
give me a sign
hit me baby one more time
oh baby, baby
the reason I breathe is u
boy u got me blinded
oh pretty baby
there's nothing that I wouldn't do
it's not the way I planned it
show me
how u want it to be
tell me baby
'cause I need to know now
oh because
my lonelyness
is killing me (and i)
i must confess
i still believe (still believe)
when i'm not with u
i lose my mind
give me a sign
hit me baby one more time
oh baby, baby
how was I supposed to know
oh pretty baby
I shouldn't have let u go
I must confess
that my loneliness
is killing me now
don't u know I still believe
that u will be here
and give me a sign
hit me baby one more time
my lonelyness
is killing me (and i)
i must confess
i still believe (still believe)
when i'm not with u
i lose my mind
give me a sign
hit me baby one more time
|
| | J-C, 25.07.2002 à 7:45 | 42453 |
| | | tiens, Tini aussi aussi a de très bons goût musicaux :-))
At'chao ! |
| | | | I Would Walk 500 Miles
When I wake up yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
When I go out yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
If I get drunk yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you
CHORUS
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door
When I'm working yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you
And when the money comes in for the work I'll do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you
CHORUS
When I'm lonely yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man whose lonely without you
When I'm dreaming yes I know I'm gonna dream
Dream about the time when I'm with you
When I come home yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you
And if I grow old well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you
When I'm lonely yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man whose lonely without you
When I'm dreaming yes I know I'm gonna dream
Dream about the time when I'm with you
CHORUS
|
| | man, 24.07.2002 à 19:51 | 42426 |
| | | O sole mio
Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole,
n'aria serena doppo na tempesta!
Pe' ll'aria fresca pare gia' na festa
Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole.
Ma n'atu sole
cchiu' bello, oi ne'.
'O sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te!
'O sole, 'o sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te,
sta 'nfronte a te!
Lùcene 'e llastre d''a fenesta toia;
'na lavannara canta e se ne vanta
e pe' tramente torce, spanne e canta
lùcene 'e llastre d'a fenesta toia.
Ma n'atu sole
cchiu' bello, oi ne'.
'O sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te!
'O sole, 'o sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te,
sta 'nfronte a te!
Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne,
me vene quase 'na malincunia;
sotto 'a fenesta toia restarria
quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne.
Ma n'atu sole
cchiu' bello, oi ne'.
'O sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te!
'O sole, 'o sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te,
sta 'nfronte a te!
|
| | manu, 24.07.2002 à 18:57 | 42421 |
| | | Love is all
Everybody's got to live together
All the people got to understand
So, love your neighbour
Like you love your brother
Come on and join the band
Well, all you need is love and understanding
Ring the bell and let the people know
We're so happy and we're celebratin'
Come on and let your feelings show
Love is all, well love is all,
Love is all, can't you hear the call
Oh, love is all you need
Love is all you need at the Butterfly Ball
Ain't you happy that we're all together
At the ball in nature's countryside
And although we're wearing different faces
Nobody wants to hide
Love is all and all is love and
It's easy, yes it's so easy
At the Butterfly Ball where love is all
And it's so easy
All you need is love and understanding
Hey, ring the bell and let the people know
We're so happy and we're celebratin'
Let your feelings show
Love is all, yes love is all at the Butterfly Ball
Love is big, love is small
Love is free, love is all
At the Butterfly Ball
When you back's to the wall
When you're starting to fall
You got something to lean on
Love is everything
It can make you sing at the Butterfly Ball
Love is all, I say love is all, yes love is all
At the Butterfly Ball
Roger Glover |
| | cubik, 19.07.2002 à 16:47 | 41793 |
| | | Rythm is love
If I try to take u there
won't u come with me?
reason flies
the fear is scare
ocean loves the sea
If I try to take u there
won't u come with me?
reason flies
the fear is scare
ocean loves the sea
ocean loves the sea
ocean loves
the
sea
Rythm is love
Heaven
is just another word for the feeling called musical
eh ih yeah ah
eh ih yeah ih ouh
wo wooo woo
color is lust
because
all of the sexual thangs u do
in my mind, i trust u to make it all colorfull
eh ih yeah ah
eh ih yeah ih ouh
wo wooo woo
i'd like to put u
in such a romance
take u down to Paris, France
leave the cafe and the bars
walk the wintree boulevard
eh ih yeah ah
eh ih yeah ih ouh
wo wooo woo
is that a smile i see?
maybe u're not even looking at me
if u smile for no reason
the season is lost
but if your love is the rythm
my rythm is love
eh ih yeah ah
eh ih yeah ih ouh
wo wooo woo
i'd like to put u
in such a romance
take u down to Paris, France
leave the cafe and the bars
walk the wintree boulevard
eh ih yeah ah
eh ih yeah ih ouh
wo wooo woo
my rythm is love
baby
my rythm is love
baby yaahhh
i'd like to put u
in such a romance
take u down to Paris, France
leave the cafe and the bars
walk the wintree boulevard
|
| | manu, 19.07.2002 à 16:25 | 41776 |
| | | Summer In The City
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, Isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head.
But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright
And Babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, In the city, In the summer, In the city
Cool town, evening in the city
Dressing so fine and looking so pretty
Cool cat, looking for a kitty
Gonna look in every corner of the city
Till I'm wheezing like a bus stop
Running up the stairs, gonna meet you at the rooftop.
But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright
And Babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, In the city, In the summer, In the city
100 Hit Lyrics. Gürol CANBEK (gcanbek@hotmail.com) , 2000-2001 http://go.to/gurol
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, Isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head.
Lovin' Spoonful |
| | man, 19.07.2002 à 12:25 | 41710 |
| | | I've paid my dues
Time after time
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand
Kicked in my face
But I've come through
And I need to go on and on and on and on
We are the champions - my friend
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the world
I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You've bought me fame and fortune
And everything that goes with it
I thank you all
But it's been no bed of roses no pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race
And I ain't gonna lose
And I need to go on and on and on and on
We are the champions - my friend
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the world
We are the champions - my friend
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions
|
| | manu, 19.07.2002 à 9:48 | 41672 |
| | | COCAINE BLUES
Early one morning while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my baby down
I shot her down then I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' forty-four beneath my head
Woke up next morning and I grabbed that gun
I took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
The overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
In the hot joint takin' the pill
There walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
Yes so my name's is Billy Lee
If you've got a warrant you better read it to me
I shot her down 'cause she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They threw me on a freight train and hauled me back
Had no friend who'd go my bail
They stuck my dried-up carcass in the county jail
Early next morning 'round half past nine
I saw the sheriff comin' down the line
That sheriff yelled as he cleared his throat
Said come on you dirty hackin' to the district court
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was judged by twelve honest men
Yes as the jury started walkin' out
I saw that little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes then walked a man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree
I shouted Lordy Lordy please have mercy on me
The judge he smiled when he picked up his pen
Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin Penn
Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
But I can't forget that day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you hotheads you listen to me
Stay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
T.J. Amall |
| | cubik, 18.07.2002 à 11:17 | 41456 |
| | | Girls
Girls, all I really want is girls
And in the morning it's girls
Cause in the evening it's girls
I like the way that they walk
And it's chill to hear them talk
And I can always make them smile
From White Castle to the Nile
Back in the day
There was this girl around the way
She liked by home-piece M.C.A.
He said he would not give her play
I asked him, "Please?" he said, "You may."
Her pants were tight and that's ok
If she would dance I would D.J.
We took a walk down to the bay
I hope she'll say, "Hey me and you should hit the hay!"
I asked her out she said, "No way!"
I should have probably guessed their gay
So I broke North with no delay
I heard she moved real far away
That was two years ago this May
I seen her just the other day
Jockin' Mike D. to my dismay
Girls - to do the dishes
Girls - to clean up my room
Girls - to do the laundry
Girls - and in the bathroom
Girls, that's all I really want is girls
Two at a time I want girls
With new wave hairdos I want girls
I ought to whip out my girls, girls, girls, girls, girls!
|
| | cubik, 18.07.2002 à 11:16 | 41454 |
| | | Girls
Girls, all I really want is girls
And in the morning it's girls
Cause in the evening it's girls
I like the way that they walk
And it's chill to hear them talk
And I can always make them smile
From White Castle to the Nile
Back in the day
There was this girl around the way
She liked by home-piece M.C.A.
He said he would not give her play
I asked him, "Please?" he said, "You may."
Her pants were tight and that's ok
If she would dance I would D.J.
We took a walk down to the bay
I hope she'll say, "Hey me and you should hit the hay!"
I asked her out she said, "No way!"
I should have probably guessed their gay
So I broke North with no delay
I heard she moved real far away
That was two years ago this May
I seen her just the other day
Jockin' Mike D. to my dismay
Girls - to do the dishes
Girls - to clean up my room
Girls - to do the laundry
Girls - and in the bathroom
Girls, that's all I really want is girls
Two at a time I want girls
With new wave hairdos I want girls
I ought to whip out my girls, girls, girls, girls, girls!
|
| | manu, 18.07.2002 à 10:36 | 41436 |
| | | At Least We Tried
oh my baby, don't cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye
oh now baby, don't cry
oh my babe, at least we tried
at least we tried to make it
but in these days I'm so confused
oh my love, at least we had it
let me hold on to you
oh my baby, don't cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye
oh now baby, don't cry
oh my babe, at least we tried
at least we tried but we lost it
i will remember
how you stood there and you smiling
and you smile there with me
oh my baby, don't cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye
oh now baby, don't cry
oh my babe, at least we tried
oh my baby, don't cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye, say goodbye
oh now baby, don't cry
oh my babe, at least we tried, ohh
oh my baby, don't cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye
goodbye my baby, don't cry
oh my babe, at least we tried, whoa
Moby |
| | manu, 16.07.2002 à 11:18 | 41065 |
| | | I Really Like Girls
Well, well
I really, really, really, really, really, really like girls
Yeah, I really, really, really, really, really, really like girls
I like girls
I like girls
I like girls
I like the way that they giggle,
when they walk up and ask you to dance
I like the way that they wiggle,
wrapped up in the skin tight pants
They got style
They got smiles
They drive me wild!
Yeah, I really, really, really, really, really, really like girls
Yes, I really, really, really, really, really, really like girls!
I like them small
I like 'em tall
I like 'em all!
Now it don't bother me,
if a girl don't know how to cope
Because the things that they know,
how to do can't be learned in a book!
They got smarts
They got hearts
They got my heart!
That's why I really, really, really, really, really, really like girls
Yeah, I really, really, really, really, really, really like girls!
I want 'em small
I want 'em tall
I want 'em all!
Every day in every way they're here to stay
They're really really neat
They're really sweet
They're real petite
I like girls!
George Thorogood & the Destroyers |
| | bat, 15.07.2002 à 21:03 | 40997 |
| | | Voilà comme promis, un texte ! Bon, g essayé de trouver une musique un peu différente de ce que g vu pour l'instant sur le chat, même si c pas aux antipodes... :o)
Burning my soul
(Music: Dream Theater/Lyrics: Portnoy)
A thorn in my side, a chip on my shoulder
A lump in my throat, the size of a boulder
The chill up my spine, can't get any colder
And you wonder why I can't smile
A knot in my gut, an ape on my back
In the heat of the moment
I'm knocked off the track
You drop the ball, I pick up the slack
And you ask me why my hair's gray
Twisting, turning
Losing all sense of yearning
Living and learning
The pressure keeps on burning my soul
Burning my soul
Burning my soul
I say it's green and then you tell me it's red
Keep your thoughts and ideas
Locked inside of your head
We've got someone
Who can think for you instead
And he sounds just like the last one
Twisting, turning
Losing all sense of yearning
Living and learning
The pressure keeps on burning my soul
Burning my soul
Burning my soul
Burning my soul
Burning my soul
Responsible thinkers
Throw caution to the wind
But I find myself
Speaking from within
I can't live my life
Walking on eggshells
To stay on your good side
Using your words
Controlling my life
Can't you see it's my words
That gives you your life
So I hurt your feelings
Well I'm really sorry
But I don't give a shit, no...
Twisting, turning
Losing all sense of yearning
Living and learning
The pressure keeps on burning my soul
Burning my soul
Burning my soul
Burning my soul
Burning my soul
Burning my soul
Burning my soul, yeah
|
| | bat, 15.07.2002 à 17:25 | 40958 |
| | | arg, j'avais pas vu !!!!
1000 excuses à cadou !
|
| | | | | c'est sympa pour cadou ce que tu dis la ;o)) |
| | bat, 15.07.2002 à 17:09 | 40950 |
| | | Je dois dire ke vous avez tous d'excellents goûts musicaux !!! si si, c vrai
mais ya aucune fifille qui a mis un texte, je vais donc arranger ça ! je vais en chercher qqs uns... :o)
|
| | man, 15.07.2002 à 16:36 | 40946 |
| | | Sweet Lorraine
Just found joy
I'm as happy as a baby boy, baby boy
With another brand new choo-choo choy
When I met my sweet Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine.
A pair of eyes
That are brighter tham the summer sky
When you see them, you'll realize
Why I love my sweet Lorraine.
Now when it's rainin',
I don't miss the sun
Because it's in my baby's smile, whoa ho.
And to think that I'm the lucky one
That will lead her down the aisle, whoa ho ho.
Each night I pray
That no one will steal her heart away,
I can't wait until that lucky day
When I marry sweet Lorraine.
~interlude~
Now when it's rainin'
I don't miss the sun
Because it's in my baby's smile, whoa ho.
And to think that I'm the lucky one
That will lead her down the aisle, whoa ho ho.
Each night I pray
That no one will steal her heart away,
I can't wait until that lucky day
When I marry sweet Lorraine.
Nat King Cole |
| | manu, 13.07.2002 à 15:39 | 40663 |
| | | I Drink Alone
I drink alone, yeah,
with nobody else
I drink alone, yeah,
with nobody else
You know when I drink alone,
I prefer to be by myself
Every morning just before breakfast,
I don't want no coffee or tea
Just me and good buddy Wiser,
that's all I ever need
'Cause I drink alone, yeah,
with nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone,
I prefer to be by myself
The other night I laid sleeping,
and I woke from a terrible dream
So I caught up my pal Jack Daniel's,
and his partner Jimmy Beam
And we drank alone, yeah,
with nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone,
I prefer to be by myself
The other day I got invited to a party,
but I stayed home instead
Just me and my pal Johnny Walker,
and his brothers Black and Red
And we drank alone, yeah,
with nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone,
I prefer to be by myself
My whole family done give up on me,
and it makes me feel oh so bad
The only one who will hang out with me,
is my dear old granddad
And we drink alone, yeah,
with nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone,
I prefer to be by myself
George Thorogood |
| | cubik, 11.07.2002 à 9:57 | 39660 |
| | | Fox in the snow
Fox in the snow
where do u go
to find something u could eat
'cause the word out on the street is u are starving
don't let yourself grow hungry now
don't let yourself grow cold
fox in the snow
girl in the snow
where do u go
to find someone who will do
to tell someone all the truth before it kills u
they listen to your crazy laugh
before u hang a right
and disappear from sight
what do they know anyway?
u read it in a book
what do they know anyway?
u read it in a book tonight
boy on a bike
what are u like
as u're cycling round the town
u're going up, u're going down, u're going nowhere
it's not as if they're paying u
it's not as if it's fun
at least not anymore
when your legs are black and blue
it's time to take a break
when your legs are black and blue
it's time to take a holiday
kid in the snow
way to go
it only happens once a year
it only happens once a lifetime, make the most of it
second just to being born
second to dying too
what else would u do?
what else would u do?
what else would u do?
fox in the snow
when your legs are black and blue
fox in the snow
it's not as if they're paying u
fox in the snow
when your legs are black and blue
fox in the snow
it's not as if they're paying u
fox in the snow
fox in the snow |
| | cadou, 10.07.2002 à 22:14 | 39612 |
| | | Spécial dédicace pour matt
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue, and clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colours of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands, asking "How do you do ?"
They're really saying "I love you"
I hear babies cry
I watch them grow
They'll learn much more
Than I'll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world
|
| | man, 10.07.2002 à 16:28 | 39427 |
| | | Paint It Black
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens ev'ryday
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm...
I wanna see it painted black, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah
|
| | cubik, 10.07.2002 à 13:20 | 39279 |
| | | Bohemian Rhapsody
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
caught in a landslide
no escape from reality
open your eyes
just come to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy
i need no sympathy
because i'm easy come
easy go
little high
little low
anyway the wind blows
doesn't really matter to me
to me
Mama
just killed a man
put a gun against his head
pulled my trigger
now he's dead
Mama
life has just began
but now i've got to throw it all away
Mama
ouuhhhh ouh ouh ouh
didn't mean to make u cry
if i'm not back again this time tomorrow
carry on, carry on
as if nothing really matter
Too late
my time is come
send shivers down my spine
body's aching all the time
Good by everybody
i've got to go
gotta leave u all behind
and face the truth
Mama
ouuuuuh ouh ouh ouh
i don't wanna die
sometimes wish i was never born at all
I see the little silouetho of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche
will u do the fandango?
thunderbolts and ligthnings
very very frightning
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo Figaro
Magnifico, oh oh oh oh
I'm just a poor boy
nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy
from a poor family
spending his life from his poor society
Easy come, easy go
will u let me go?
Bismillah, no we will not let u go
Let him go
Bismillah, we will not let u go
Let him go
Bismillah, we will not let u go
Let him go
never let u go, let him go
never let u go, let him go
never never never let me go, oh oh oh oh oh
no no no no no no no
oh mama mia mama mia
mama mia let me go
Belzebuth has a devil put aside for me
for me, for meeeeeeeeeeeee
so u think u can stop me and spit in my eyes
so u think u can love me and leave me to die
ohhhh baby
can't do this to me baby
just gotta get out
just got to get out of here now
ohhh yeah
oouhh yeah
nothing really matters
anyone can see
nothing really matters
nothing really matters
to meeee
anyway the wind blows |
| | manu, 10.07.2002 à 11:22 | 39168 |
| | | I'd love to change the world
Everywhere is freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity
Tax the rich, feed the poor
Till there are no rich no more
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Population keeps on breeding
Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny
Bees make honey, who needs money, Monopoly
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
World pollution, there's no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black and white, rich or poor
Them and us, stop the war
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Ten years after |
| | cubik, 09.07.2002 à 11:36 | 38862 |
| | | Sober
There's a shadow just behind me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests
Murder now the path of 'must we'
just because the son has come.
Jesus, won't you fucking whistle
Something but the past and done
Jesus, won't you fucking whistle
Something but the past and done
Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever?
I just want to start this over.
I am just a worthless liar
I am just an imbecile
I will only complicate you
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you
I will chew it up and leave.
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.
Mother Mary, won't you whisper
Something 'bout the past and time
Mother Mary, won't you whisper
Something 'bout the past and time
Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over
Why can't we sleep forever?
I just want to start this over
I am just a worthless liar
I am just an imbecile
I will only complicate you
Trust in me and fall as well
I will find a center in you
I will chew it up and leave
Trust me
Trust me
Trust me
Trust me
Trust me
Why can't we not be sober
I just want to start things over.
Why can't we sleep forever
I just want to start this over.
I want but i won't
I want but i won't
I want but i won't
I want but i won't |
| | manu, 09.07.2002 à 11:26 | 38857 |
| | | Like a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Bob Dylan |
| | manu, 05.07.2002 à 21:35 | 38411 |
| | | Too much alcohol
Yeahhh...
Too much alcohol,
Yeahhh....
I went down on 31st Street,
To pick up a jug of alcohol,
Well, I went down on 31st Street,
To pick up a jug of alcohol.
Ahhh.........
Told the man to put in some water,
But he wouldn't put in a drop at all.
I was drinking my straight alcy,
And I went walking on down the street,
Well, I was drinking my straight alcy,
And I went walking on down the street.
Yeahhh....
Well, my eyes got so heavy,
I nearly fell half asleep.
Well, I like sherry brandy,
My baby sure like gin,
Well, that little girl I got,
Sure put me in the,
Spin I'm in.
Well, I went down on 31st Street,
To pick up a jug of alcohol.
Yeahhh....
I told the man to put in some water,
But he wouldn't put in a drop at all.
Whisky make me drowsey,
And gin can make you think,
Well, a common cold can kill ya,
But, my baby tell me to drink,
I went down on 31st Street,
To pick up a jug of alcohol,
Yeahhh....
I told the guy to put in some water,
But he wouldn't put in a drop at all,
One hundred per cent alcohol,
Well, let me have some.
Well, I like sherry and brandy,
My baby sure likes gin,
And that little girl I got,
Sure put me in,
The spin I'm in.
I went down on 31st Street,
To pick up, pick up a jug of alcohol,
Yeahhh....
I told the man to put in some water,
But he won't put in a drop at all.
Ninety one per cent,
Better make it ninety two,
Ninety three per cent,
Ninety four, that'll do,
Ninety five,
Ninety six,
Ninety seven per cent,
Ninetyeight,
Bartender that's ninety nine,
Make it one hundred per cent,
One hundred per cent,
One hundred per cent,
Wanna try some,
I wanna try some,
One hundred per cent,
Then I won't feel a thing at all.
Rory Gallagher |
| | J-C, 05.07.2002 à 17:17 | 38374 |
| | | Patrick Juvet
I love America
{P. Juvet - J. Morali -- Y, ~,Nillis)
When I first came to Manhattan
I was not surprised
The stories people had told me
Turned out to ea no lies
All the different people
From all over the world they're living
A magic fills the air
There's music everywhere
I love America 3X
When I first heard funky music
It just blew my mind
The funky music was so good
I'd play it all the time
All the funky rhythms
Going all through my mind and body
They make me have to move
You can't escape the groove
I love America 3X
Everywhere funky music fills the air
You can go to the disco
And you'll find it there
Funky music is music
With so much to share
I love America
I love America
I, I love the funky music 3X
Funky, the funky, the funky music 3X
I love America 3X
When I first learned how to latin
I had so much fun
The salsa sound was so different
Than any sound around
The demanding music
From the people of Puerto Rico
I love to watch them play
Their music is so great
I love America 3X
If you go out any night of the week
You can hear salsa music
The strong latin beat
Sets the mood of people
Who dance fast on their feet
I love America
I love America
La, la, la, la - salsa music 3x
I love America 3X
Then I went down in the country
Down in old Nashville
The people there were so friendly
I have good memories still
Of the worderful times
That I spent in Nashville just dancing
To country-western sounds
The language they all found
I love America 3X
Country-western music is full of life
When you hear the guitars strumming
Both day and night
Rock and roll is the soul
Of Arnerica's pride
I love America
I love America
Rock and roll America, rock and roll
What I say [3X)
I love America
Then, I went to California
To a life of ease
The people there are so mellow
I never like to leave
And the music they plaY
Is so funky, but oh so mellow
Without that East Coast drive
The music is alive
I love America 3X
Music is something they play every day
Bands on their West Ccast
Get down with sounds of LA.
And the music in 'Frisco
Makes me have to say
I love America
I love America
I love, I love, I love America (etc)
Music, funky music
Salsa music, so demanding
Nashville, rock and roll, yeah
Hollywood, it's so good
At'chao ! |
| | manu, 05.07.2002 à 15:24 | 38355 |
| | | America
Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
And we walked off to look for America
Cathy I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America
Laughing on the bus playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera
Toss me a cigaret I think there's one in the raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenary she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
Cathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America
Simon & Garfunkel |
| | J-C, 05.07.2002 à 9:00 | 38271 |
| | | manu, you know something ? I love the kind of music you listenning to ! (except few shitty ones :-)))
At'chao ! |
| | manu, 04.07.2002 à 22:21 | 38261 |
| | | School
I can see you in the morning when you go to school
Don't forget your books, you know you've got to learn the golden rule,
Teacher tells you stop your play and get on with your work
And be like Johnnie - too-good, well don't you know he never shirks
- he's coming along!
After School is over you're playing in the park
Don't be out too late, don't let it get too dark
They tell you not to hang around and learn what life's about
And grow up just like them - won't you let it work it out
- and you're full of doubt
Don't do this and don't do that
What are they trying to do?
- Make a good boy of you
Do they know where it's at?
Don't criticise, they're old and wise
Do as they tell you to
Don't want the devil to
Come out and put your eyes
Maybe I'm mistaken expecting you to fight
Or maybe I'm just crazy, I don't know wrong from right
But while I am still living, I've just got this to say
It's always up to you if you want to be that
want to see that
want to see that way
- you're coming along!
Supertramp |
| | manu, 04.07.2002 à 10:41 | 38056 |
| | | Cotton Fields
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home.
It was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Creedence Clearwater Revival |
| | cubik, 03.07.2002 à 9:49 | 37763 |
| | | I don't want to play football
I don't want to play football
I don't understand
the rules of the game
I don't want to play football
I don't understand
the thrill of runnning, catching throwing
taking orders from a moron
grabbing for the sweaty croches
getting hit by people
I don't know, sugar
i'd rather play a different
sort of game, sugar
girls are just a as good as
boys at playing |
| | manu, 03.07.2002 à 9:10 | 37754 |
| | | Boys don't cry
I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I've said too much
Been too unkind
I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that
It's too late
And now there's nothing I can do
So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to
laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
I would tell you
That I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it's no use
That you've already
Gone away
Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more
Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just
Keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
The cure |
| | man, 02.07.2002 à 22:16 | 37708 |
| | | Cucurrucucu Paloma
Dicen que por las noches
Nomas se le iba en puro llorar,
Dicen que no comia,
Nomas se le iba en puro tomar,
Juran que el mismo cielo
Se estremecia al oir su llanto;
Como sufrio por ella,
Que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... cantaba,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... gemia,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... cantaba,
De pasión mortal... moria
Que una paloma triste
Muy de manana le va a cantar,
A la casita sola,
Con sus puertitas de par en par,
Juran que esa paloma
No es otra cosa mas que su alma,
Que todavia la espera
A que regrese la desdichada
Cucurrucucu... paloma,
Cucurrucucu... no llores,
Las piedras jamas, paloma
¡Que van a saber de amores!
Cucurrucucu... cucurrucucu...
Cucurrucucu... paloma, ya no llores
|
| | manu, 02.07.2002 à 21:44 | 37701 |
| | | Lullaby
on candystripe legs spiderman comes
softly through the shadow of the evening sun
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
looking for the victim shivering in bed
searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
suddenly! a movement in the corner of the
room! and there is nothing i can do when i
realise with freight that the spiderman is having
me for dinner tonight
quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps
closer now closer to the foot of the bed and
softer than shadow and quicker than flies his
arms are all around me and his tongue in my
eyes "be still be calm be quiet now my precious
boy don't struggle like that or i will only love
you more for it's much too late to get away or
turn on the light the spiderman is having you
for dinner tonight"
and i feel like i'm being eaten by a thousand
million shivering furry holes and i know that in
the morning i will wake up in the shivering cold
and the spiderman is always hungry...
The Cure |
| | manu, 02.07.2002 à 16:17 | 37596 |
| | | Dumb
I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Or maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy
My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And I have a hangover
Have a hangover
Have a hangover
Have a hangover
Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
The soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up
I think I'm dumb
Nirvana |
| | | | Celle-ci, je la dédie à Sire H.
Welcome To My Nightmare (Alice Cooper)
Welcome to my nightmare
I think you're gonna like it
I think you're gonna feel like you belong
A nocturnal vacation
Unnecessary sedation
You want to feel at home 'cause you belong
Welcome to my nightmare
Welcome to my breakdown
I hope I didn't scare you
That's just the way we are when we come down
We sweat and laugh and scream here
'cause life is just a dream here
You know inside you feel right at home here
Welcome to my breakdown
Whoa
You're welcome to my nightmare
Yeah
Welcome to my nightmare
I think you're gonna like it
I think you're gonna feel that you belong
We sweat laugh and scream here
'cause life is just a dream here
You know inside you feel right at home here
Welcome to my nightmare
Welcome to my breakdown
Yeah
|
| | manu, 02.07.2002 à 13:06 | 37555 |
| | | ça c'est LE morceau. point. :o)
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Yes...
I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long...
'cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long...
'cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...tonight...
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On...
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday...
U2 |
| | | | Mrs Everyday
She gets up at seven and she looks at the sky.
She says hello to the day.
She opens the windows and she opens the door.
Mrs Everyday.
It snows in winter and it rains in spring.
In summer the sun often shines.
It's cold in autumn and the trees are brown,
But for her it's always fine.
She isn't very famous. She isn't very rich.
She never travels by plane.
But everybody knows her. She's everybody's friend.
Mrs Everyday.
It snows in winter and it rains in spring.
In summer the sun often shines.
It's cold in autumn and the trees are brown,
But for her it's always fine.
Her dress is green and yellow. Her shoes are red and white.
She doesn't like black, brown or grey.
Her days are all happy. Remember her name.
Mrs Everyday.
It snows in winter and it rains in spring.
In summer the sun often shines.
It's cold in autumn and the trees are brown,
But for her it's always fine. |
| | manu, 01.07.2002 à 8:58 | 37412 |
| | | Merci pour les déchets J-C, ça me fait plaisir :o)))
A million miles away
This hotel bar is full of people,
The piano man is really laying it down,
The old bartender is as high as a steeple,
So why tonight should I wear a frown?
The joint is jumpin' all around me,
And my mood is really not in style,
Right now the blues flock to surround me,
But I'll break out after a while.
Yes I'm a million miles away,
I'm a million miles away,
I'm sailing like a driftwood,
On a windy bay,
On a windy bay.
I'm a million miles away,
I'm a million miles away,
But I'm sailing like a driftwood,
On a windy bay,
On a windy bay.
Why ask how I feel,
Well, how does it look to you?
I fell hook, line and sinker,
Lost my captain and my crew.
I'm standing on the landing,
There's no one there but me,
That's where you'll find me,
Looking out on the deep blue sea.
There's a song on the lips of everybody,
There's a smile all around the room,
There's conversation overflowing,
But I sit here with the blues.
This hotel bar has lost all its people,
The piano man has caught the last bus home,
The old bartender just collapsed in the corner,
Why I'm still here, I just don't know,
I don't know.
I'm a million miles away,
A million miles away,
I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay,
On a windy bay.
I'm a million miles away,
A million miles away,
I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay,
Send me away...
Rory Gallagher |
| | J-C, 01.07.2002 à 8:00 | 37409 |
| | | c'est fou ce que manu peut écouter comme bonne musique ! bon, il y a encore du déchet mais dans l'ensemble, c'est top ! :-))
At'chao ! |
| | manu, 30.06.2002 à 21:53 | 37402 |
| | | Honey (moby)
when my honey comes back, sometimes
i'm gonna rap that jack, sometimes
get a hump in my back, sometimes
i'm going over here, sometimes
way down yonder, sometimes
gonna get my pal, sometimes |
| | manu, 21.06.2002 à 15:24 | 34753 |
| | | | Oué merci mon cloclo :o) |
| | | | | ayé, j'ai fait un adepte ;o))) |
| | | | | manu t'abuses, tu sais bien qu'ici je ne pourrais ouvrir ma gueule ;o)) (pardon ??) |
| | manu, 21.06.2002 à 15:20 | 34737 |
| | | Allez hop, puisque j'en écoute une formidable reprise...
Purple Rain
I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted to one time see you laughing
I only wanted to see you laughing in the Purple Rain
Purple Rain Purple Rain
Purple Rain Purple Rain
Purple Rain Purple Rain
I only wanted to see you bathing in the Purple Rain
I never wanted to be your weekend lover
I only wanted to be some kind of friend
Baby I could never steal you from another
It's such a shame our friendship had to end
Purple Rain Purple Rain
Purple Rain Purple Rain
Purple Rain Purple Rain
I only wanted to see you underneath the Purple Rain
Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing
It's time we all reach out for something new
That means you to
You say you want a leader
But you can't seem to make up your mind
I think you better close it
And let me guide you to the Purple Rain
Purple Rain Purple Rain
Purple Rain Purple Rain
If you know what I'm singing about up here
C'mon raise your hand
Purple Rain Purple Rain
I only want to see you,
only want to see you
In the Purple Rain |
| | frads, 15.06.2002 à 0:53 | 33524 |
| | | Ca je pense que c'est LE sinon l'un des morceaux que je préfère. En tout cas je l'écoute souvent en boucle.
REM - Losing my religion
Life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try ?
That was just a dream
Just a dream, just a dream
Dream |
| | manu, 10.06.2002 à 11:01 | 31794 |
| | | Hop, un ptit coup de Dylan...
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. |
| | man, 07.06.2002 à 0:02 | 31176 |
| | | Pour Grunt :o)
Salga la Luna - Mano Negra
La Noche que yo Naci
(Cayo la luna, Cayo la luna)
Cayo en mi cuna a mi
(Cayo en la luna, Cayo en la luna)
Yo de Nacer me Repenti
Salga la luna y el Sol
La Noche que yo te vi
(Arriba la luna, la luna y el Sol)
Como un Rayo Senti
(Rayo de Sol, Rayo de Sol)
Cuando a Besarte me atrevi
Salga la luna y el Sol
La Noche que te menti
(Cayo la luna, Cayo la luna)
Solito a la cuna me fui
(Cayo en la tumba, Cayo en la tumba)
Alci Me Quedo yo A dormi
|
| | man, 05.06.2002 à 15:49 | 30867 |
| | | Je dédie cette chanson à RamoNash ;o)))
Foxy Lady - Jimi Hendrix
Foxy, Foxy
You know you are a cute little heart breaker
Foxy yeah,
And you know you are a sweet little lover maker
Foxy
I wanna take you home, yeah
I won't do you no harm
You've got to be all mine, all mine
ooh Foxy Lady
Foxy, Foxy
Now-a I see you come down on the scene
oh Foxy
You make me wanna get up and-a scream
Foxy, oh baby listen now
I've made up my mind,
I'm tired of wasting all my precious time
You've got to be all mine, all mine
ooh, Foxy Lady
Ooh, Foxy Lady, yeah yeah
You look so good, Foxy
oh yeah Foxy
yeah, give us some, Foxy
Foxy Foxy
Foxy Foxy
Foxy Foxy
|
| | | | je pouvais pas passer a coté de celle la :o))
It is not because you are
(renaud)
When I have rencontred you,
You was a jeune fille au pair,
And I put a spell on you,
And you roule a pelle to me.
Together we go partout
On my mob il was super
It was friday on my mind,
It was story d'amour.
It is not because you are,
I love you because I do
C'est pas parc' que you are me qu'I am you.
You was really beautiful
In the middle of the foule.
Don't let me misunderstood,
Don't let me sinon I boude.
My loving, my marshmallow,
You are belle and I are beau
You give me all what You have
I say thank you, you are bien brave.
It is not because you are,
I love you because I do
C'est pas parc' que you are me qu'I am you.
I wanted marry with you,
And make love very beaucoup,
To have a max of children,
Just like Stone and Charden.
But one day that must arrive,
Together we disputed.
For a stupid story of fric,
We decide to divorced.
It is not because you are,
I love you because I do
C'est pas parc' que you are me qu'I am you.
You chialed comme une madeleine,
Not me, I have my dignité.
You tell me : you are a sale mec !
I tell you : poil to the bec !
That's comme ça that you thank me
To have learning you english ?
Eh ! That's not you qui m'a appris,
My grand father was rosbeef !
It is not because you are,
I love you because I do
C'est pas parc' que you are me qu'I am you.
|
| | man, 05.06.2002 à 11:44 | 30815 |
| | | Comment comment ?
Qu'est-ce que j'entends ?!?
Voici un vrai chanteur pour te calmer un peu les esprits...
David Bowie - 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 some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me
I 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 gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died along, a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
|
| | | | Nick Cave and un Dieu !!! Encore plus fort que man ;o)
AS I SAT SADLY BY HER SIDE
As I sat sadly by her side
At the window, through the glass
She stroked a kitten in her lap
And we watched the world as it fell past
Softly she spoke these words to me
And with brand new eyes, open wide
We pressed our faces to the glass
As I sat sadly by her side
She said, "Father, mother, sister, brother,
Uncle, aunt, nephew, niece,
Soldier, sailor, physician, labourer,
Actor, scientist, mechanic, priest
Earth and moon and sun and stars
Planets and comets with tails blazing
All are there forever falling
Falling lovely and amazing"
Then she smiled and turned to me
And waited for me to reply
Her hair was falling down her shoulders
As I sat sadly by her side
As I sat sadly by her side
The kitten she did gently pass
Over to me and again we pressed
Our different faces to the glass
"That may be very well", I said
"But watch the one falling in the street
See him gesture to his neighbours
See him trampled beneath their feet
All outward motion connects to nothing
For each is concerned with their immediate need
Witness the man reaching up from the gutter
See the other one stumbling on who can not see"
With trembling hand I turned toward her
And pushed the hair out of her eyes
The kitten jumped back to her lap
As I sat sadly by her side
Then she drew the curtains down
And said, "When will you ever learn
That what happens there beyond the glass
Is simply none of your concern?
God has given you but one heart
You are not a home for the hearts of your brothers
And God does not care for your benevolence
Anymore than he cares for the lack of it in others
Nor does he care for you to sit
At windows in judgement of the world He created
While sorrows pile up around you
Ugly, useless and over-inflated"
At which she turned her head away
Great tears leaping from her eyes
I could not wipe the smile from my face
As I sat sadly by her side |
| | compte supprimé . 04.06.2002 à 20:11 | 30729 |
| | | Moi, c'est CA que j'adore...
Penny Lane, The Beatles
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs,
of every head he's had the pleasure to know.
And all the people that come and go,
stop and say hello.
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
the little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a mack,
in the pouring rain, very strange.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There, beneath the blue, suburban skies,
I sit, and meanwhile back.
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass,
and in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
it's a clean machine.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A four of fish and finger pies,
in summer, meanwhile back.
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout,
the pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray.
And tho' she feels as if she's in a play,
she is anyway.
In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,
we see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.
And then the fireman rushes in,
from the pouring rain, very strange.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There, beneath the blue, suburban skies,
I sit, and meanwhile back.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There, beneath the blue, suburban skies,
Penny Lane.
|
| | | | A moi alors...
BEAT(o) des Tre Allegri Ragazzi Morti
quante cose posso fare in un giorno solo
forzare la mia ispirazione in cambio di denaro
andare a centottanta all'ora cavalcare il mio futuro
lavorare pedalare camminare
ma quello che mi piace è star disteso sulla terra
e sincronizzare il fiato con il battito che ha
esplorare senza luce le stanze del cervello
e annusare l'aria per capire se domani pioverà
sarò aperto e disponibile
sottomesso ad ogni cosa
come un santo del passato
per un futuro beat
quanti sbagli posso fare in un giorno solo
allontanare il freddo stringendoti di più
stare in orbita costante sopra quello che vorrei
lavorare pedalare camminare
ma quello che mi piace è starmene da solo
non per questo non mi piaci
ma a me piace così
e qualche volta scrivere
per far capire al mondo la visione che ne ho
sarò aperto e disponibile sottomesso ad ogni cosa come un santo del passato per un futuro beat
A noter que les paroles ont été écrites par Davide Toffolo, qui outre le fait d'être un des membres de ce groupe, est aussi un des plus talentueux dessinateurs italiens... Malheureusement seul Animali a été traduit en français sous le titre Animals chez Vertige Graphic.
|
| | man, 04.06.2002 à 17:38 | 30719 |
| | | Et bien sûr, l'inévitable :
Stairway To Heaven
Led Zeppelin
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
|
| | J-C, 04.06.2002 à 17:21 | 30711 |
| | | il me semblais qu'on avait déjà eu un sujet la dessus mais bon, j'ai la flemme de chercher :-)) alors voilà une chanson de Morrissey :
THE LAZY SUNBATHERS
A world war
Was announced
Days ago
But they didn't know
The lazy sunbathers
The lazy sunbathers
The sun burns through
To the planet's core
And it isn't enough
They want more
Nothing
Appears
To be
Between the ears of
The lazy sunbathers
Too jaded
To question stagnation
The sun burns through
To the planet's core
And it isn't enough
They want more
Religions fall
Children shelled
"...Children shelled ? That's all
Very well, but would you
Please keep the noise
Down low ?
Because you're waking
The lazy sunbathers ..."
Oh, the lazy sunbathers
The lazy sunbathers
At'chao ! |
| | Morti, 04.06.2002 à 17:12 | 30706 |
| | | | Pas mal Buckley...dommage qu'il soit parti si tôt... :o( |
Pages : 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 retour forum |
|
