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| | Pierre, 03.12.2013 à 21:03 | 353106 |
| | | Sometimes I find I get to thinking of the past.
We swore to each other then that our love would surely last.
You kept right on loving, I went on a fast,
now I am too thin and your love is too vast.
But I know from your eyes
and I know from your smile
that tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
I choose the rooms that I live in with care,
the windows are small and the walls almost bare,
there's only one bed and there's only one prayer;
I listen all night for your step on the stair.
But I know from your eyes
and I know from your smile
that tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
Oh sometimes I see her undressing for me,
she's the soft naked lady love meant her to be
and she's moving her body so brave and so free.
If I've got to remember that's a fine memory.
And I know from her eyes
and I know from her smile
that tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while. |
| | | | my little airport ＜when the party is over, I miss my dear porn star＞ 詞/曲/編: 阿p
When the party is over, I miss my dear porn star
When the party is over, I miss my dear porn star
Do you have any boyfriend in Beijing?
Do you have any boyfriend in Beijing?
I don’t think you have boyfriend in Beijing
and I am the same
I can only sing “Sha La La”, because I can’t sing Putonghua
I can only sing “Sha La La”, because I don’t know Putonghua
You will be queen of indie in Beijing
I will be Hong Kong indie king
Oh what am I saying?
I am just kidding
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la
I know tomorrow you will be leaving,
and your post punk music is going,
and your "mushroom head" is going
back to Beijing.
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| | pessoa, 29.04.2008 à 23:16 | 307920 |
| | | Working Class Hero
John Lennon
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me |
| | | | 
But, oh, what a wonderful feeling
Just to know that you are near
Bob Dylan |
| | longg, 05.03.2008 à 16:17 | 305130 |
| | | I was dressed for success
But success it never comes
And Im the only one who laughs
At your jokes when they are so bad
And your jokes are always bad
But theyre not as bad as this
Come join us in a prayer
Well be waiting waiting where
Everythings ending here
And all the sterile striking it defends
An empty dock you cast away
And rain upon your forehead
Where the mists for hire if its just too clear
Lets spend our last quarterstance randomly
Go down to the outlet once again
Painted portraits of minions & slaves
Crotch mavens and one night plays
Are they the only ones who laugh?
At the jokes when they are so bad
And the jokes theyre always bad
But theyre not as bad as this
Come join us in a prayer
Well be waiting waiting where
Everythings ending here
And all the spanish candles unsold
Away have gone to this
And a run-on piece of mount on
Trembles, shivers, runs down the freeway
I guess she spent her last quarter randomly
I guess a guess is the best Ill do
Last time last time
Was the best time |
| | | | The Strokes - Heart In A Cage Lyrics
Well I don't feel better
When I'm fucking around
And I don't write bitter
When I'm stuck in the ground
So don't teach me a lesson
Cause I've already learned
Yeah the sun will be shining
And my children will burn
Oh my heart beats in its cage
I don't want what you want
I don't feel what you feel
See I'm stuck in a city
But I belong in a field
And we gotta laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh
Now it's three in the morning and you're eating alone
Oh my heart beats in its cage
All our friends, they're laughing at us
All of those you loved you mistrust
Help me I'm just not quite myself
Look around there's no one else there
I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd
Guess I got too excited when I thought you were around
Oh you gotta laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh
I'm sorry you were faking; I would steal your fire.
My heart beats in its cage
Yes the heart beats in its cage
Alright
And the heart beats in its cage
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| | | | | pessoa : | Mother's little helper
The Rolling Stones |
La version d'Arno est une merveille |
| | | | Running The World
Jarvis Cocker
Well, did you hear there’s a natural order?
Those most deserving will end up with the most?
That the cream cannot help but always rise up to the top,
Well I say… shit floats.
If you thought things had changed,
Friend, you’d better think again.
Bluntly put, in the fewest of words:
Cunts are still running the world.
Cunts are still running the world.
Now the working classes are obsolete,
There are surplus to society’s needs.
So let them all kill each other,
And get it made overseas.
That’s the word don’t you know?
From the guys that’s running the show,
Let’s be perfectly clear boys and girls:
Cunts are still running the world.
Cunts are still running the world.
Ah yeah.
Ah yeah.
Oh feed your children on cray fish and lobster tails,
Find a school at the top of the league,
In theory I respect your right to exist,
I will kill you if you move in next to me.
Ah, it stinks, yeah, it sucks, it’s anthropologically unjust,
Oh but the takings are read by a third,
Oh so…
Cunts are still running the world.
Cunts are still running the world.
Cunts are still running the world.
Cunts are still running the world.
The free market is perfectly natural,
Do you think that I’m some kind of dummy?
It’s the ideal way to order the world,
Fuck the morals, does it make any money?
And if you don’t like it? Then leave.
Or use your right to protest on the streets,
Yeah use your right, but don’t imagine that it’s heard.
Oh no…
Not whilst cunts are still running the world.
Cunts are still running the world.
Cunts are still running the world.
Cunts are still running the world.
Cunts are still running the world.
Cunts are still running the world.
Cunts are still running the world.
|
| | Pierre, 02.02.2008 à 13:01 | 303290 |
| | | Hard time killing floor blues
Hard time here and everywhere you go
Times is harder than ever been before
And the people are driftin' from door to door
Can't find no heaven, I don't care where they go
Hear me tell you people, just before I go
These hard times will kill you just dry long so
Well, you hear me singin' my lonesome song
These hard times can last us so very long
If I ever get off this killin' floor
I'll never get down this low no more
No-no, no-no, I'll never get down this low no more
And you say you had money, you better be sure
'Cause these hard times will drive you from door to door
Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more
Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more
These hard times will drive you from door to door |
| | pessoa, 11.01.2008 à 19:44 | 301951 |
| | | Mother's little helper
The Rolling Stones
What a drag it is getting old
"Kids are different today,"
I hear ev'ry mother say
Mother needs something today to calm her down
And though she's not really ill
There's a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day
"Things are different today,"
I hear ev'ry mother say
Cooking fresh food for a husband's just a drag
So she buys an instant cake and she burns her frozen steak
And goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day
Doctor please, some more of these
Outside the door, she took four more
What a drag it is getting old
"Men just aren't the same today"
I hear ev'ry mother say
They just don't appreciate that you get tired
They're so hard to satisfy, You can tranquilize your mind
So go running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And four help you through the night, help to minimize your plight
Doctor please, some more of these
Outside the door, she took four more
What a drag it is getting old
"Life's just much too hard today,"
I hear ev'ry mother say
The pursuit of happiness just seems a bore
And if you take more of those, you will get an overdose
No more running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
They just helped you on your way, through your busy dying day
|
| | | | NOBODY KNOWS YOU WHEN YOU'RE DOWN AND OUT - Derek and the Dominos
Once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spent all my money, just did not care
Took all my friends out for a good time
Bought bootleg whisky, champagne and wine
Then I began to fall so low
Lost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go
If I get my hands on a dollar again
I'm gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins, yeah
Cause no, no, nobody knows you
When you're down and out
In your pocket, not one penny
And as for friends, you don't have any
When you finally get back up on your feet again
Everybody wants to be your old long-lost friend
Said it's mighty strange, without a doubt
Nobody knows you when you're down and out |
| | | | | je l'avais oublie, ce truc; c'est beau , tout cet optimisme |
| | cubik, 15.05.2007 à 8:50 | 285428 |
| | | Underneath the Weaping Willow - Grandaddy
I wanna sleep
Underneath
The Weaping Willow
As it cries all night quietly
Its tears all around me
I'll sleep there so soundly
Until i'm allowed finally
To wake and be happy again
To wake and be happy again |
| | | | The Grinderman: No Pussy Blues
My face is finished
my body's gone
and I can't help but think
standin' up here in all this applause
and gazin' down at all the young and the beautiful
with their questioning eyes
that I must above all things love myself
that I must above all things love myself
that I must above all things love myself
I saw a girl in the crowd
I ran over I shouted out
I asked if I could take her out
but she said that she didn't want to
I changed the sheets on my bed
I combed my hair across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
that she just didn't want to
I read her Elliot and I read her Yeats
I tried my best to stay up late
I fixed the hinges on her gate
but still she just never wanted to
I bought her a dozen snow white doves
I did dishes in rubber gloves
I called her honey bee, I called her love
but she just still didn't want to
she just never wants to
Damn!
I sent her every type of flower
I played the guitar by the hour
I padded her revolted little chihuahua
but still she just didn't want to
I wrote a song with 100 lines
I picked a bunch of dandelions
I walked her through the trembling pines
but she just even then didn't want to
she just never wants to
I thought I'd try another 'tack
I'd drink a liter of cognac
I threw up down her back
but she just laughed and said she just didn't want to
I thought I'd have another go
I called her my little ho
I felt like Marcel Marceau soul must feel when
she said that she just never wanted to
she just didn't want to
I got the no pussy blues (rep.)
Seems I was wrong with the flowers... |
| | | | I'm too drunk to fuck
You're to drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
It's all I need right now Oh baby
I'm melting like an ice cream bar
Oh baby
And now I got diarrhea
Too drunk to fuck
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Oooohhh
|
| | Pierre, 18.03.2007 à 11:27 | 281083 |
| | | RICHARD CORY
hey say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory. |
| | THYUIG, 15.03.2007 à 18:08 | 280932 |
| | | Herman Dune - Good for no one
"I was looking at you from the back of the room
But you didn't notice me and you picked up
the house phone
And I heard you tell some friend that you thought
you were in love with me
And I freaked out and I got scared and the world
fell right in front of me
And I didn't want to hurt you and I loved you
more than anyone.
I had ever met before abd I thought you were a beauty
And I wanted to be your friend and I wanted
to hold your hand.
But I didn't want to live with you or to have you in my bed.
I am good for no one
And you are the perfect woman.
I am good for no one.
Etc...." |
| | cubik, 12.03.2007 à 11:14 | 280572 |
| | | Everything about you, Ugly Kid Joe
IIIIiiiiii
hate the rain and sunny weather
And I
I hate the beach and moutains too
And IIiiiiiiii
don't like a thing about the city, no, no
And I, I, I
hate the country side too
And I hate everything about you
Everything about you
And IIIIiiiiiii
don't like a thing about your mother
And I
I hate your daddy's guts too, ooh ooh
IIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
don't like a thing about your sister
Cause I, I, I
think sex is overrated too
And I
get sick when I'm around, I
can't stand to be around, I
hate everything about you
Everything about you…
Some say I got a bad attitude
But that don't change the way I feel about you
And if you think this might be bringing me down
Look again cause I ain't wearin' no frown
I don't really care about your sister
Forget the little bitch 'cause I already kissed her
One thing that I did to your lady
Put her on the bed and she didn't say maybe
I know you know everybody knows
The way it comes, the way it's gonna' go
You think it's sad, well that's too bad
Cause I'm havin' a ball hatin'
Every little thing about you, ah ah
Everything about you, everything about
I
get sick when I'm around, I
can't stand to be around, I
hate everything abouuuuuut
you
|
| | cubik, 04.10.2006 à 23:21 | 265865 |
| | | Cold and ugly, Tool
Underneath her skin and jewelry
Hidden in her words and eyes
is a wall that's cold and ugly and she's scared as hell
Trembling at the thought of feeling
Wide awake and keeping distance
Nothing seems to penetrate her
She's scared as hell
I am
frightened to
I am
frightened
Trembling at the thought of feeling
Wide awake and keeping distance
Nothing seems to penetrate her
She's scared as hell
I am
frightened to
I am
frightened
Wide awake and
keeping distance from my soul
Wide awake and
keeping distance from my soul
Underneath her skin and jewelry
Hidden in her words and eyes
is a wall that's cold and ugly and she's scared as hell
Trembling at the thought of feeling
Wide awake and keeping distance
Nothing seems to penetrate her
She's scared as hell
I am
frightened to
I am
frightened to
I am
scared like you
I am
frightened |
| | chrisB, 10.08.2006 à 13:33 | 261496 |
| | | | Cubik, je savais bien que tu n'etais pas un si mauvais bougre :o) |
| | cubik, 10.08.2006 à 11:52 | 261492 |
| | | Hey man, nice shot, Filter
I wish I would've met you
now it's a little late
what you could've taught me
I could've saved some face
they think that your early ending
was all wrong
for the most part they're right
but look how they all got strong
that's why I say hey man nice shot
what a good shot man
a man
has gun
hey man
have fun
nice shot
now that the smokes gone
and the air is all clear
those who were right there
got a new kind of fear
you'd fight and you were right
but they were just too strong
they'd stick it in your face
and let you smell what they consider wrong
that's why I say hey man nice, nice shot
what a good shot man
a man
has gun
hey man
have fun
nice shot
I wish I would've met you
I wish I would've met you
I'd say
nice shot
|
| | phicil, 19.07.2006 à 9:37 | 259882 |
| | | Raindrops keep fallin' on my head de Burt Bacharach et Hal David (bo de Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid)
raindrops keep falling on my head,
but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be
turning red —
crying's not for me, 'cause
I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
so, I just did me some talking to the sun
and I said I didn't like the way he got things done —
sleeping on the job, those
raindrops are falling on my head,
they keep falling
but there's one thing
I know:
the blues they send to meet me
won't defeat me —
it won't be long 'til happiness steps
up to greet me
raindrops keep falling on my head
and just like the guy whose feet are too big
for his bed,
nothing seems to fit, those
raindrops are falling on my head,
they keep falling
yeah, but I'm free
and nothing's worrying me
it won't be long 'til happiness steps
up to greet me
raindrops keep falling on my head,
that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be
turning red —
crying's not for me, no
I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining,
because I'm free,
nothing's worrying me
et un petit lien pour l'ecouter huhu
ici
|
| | | | Greenday "Basket Case"
Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
All at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex
That's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
It's bringing her down
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Uh, yuh, yuh, ya
Grasping to control
So I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned |
| | chrisB, 07.07.2006 à 10:32 | 258989 |
| | | Violent femmes - Kiss Off
I need someone a person to talk to
someone who'd care to love
could it be you could it be you
situation gets rough then I start to panic
it's not enough it's just a habit
hey kid your sick well darling this is it
you can all just kiss off into the air
behind my back I can see them stare
they'll hurt me bad but I won't mind
they'll hurt me bad they do it all the time
yeah yeah they do it all the time
I hope you know this will go down
on your permanent record
oh yeah well don't get so distressed
did I happen to mention that I'm impressed
I take one one one cause you left me and
two two two for my family and
3 3 3 for my heartache and
4 4 4 for my headaches and
5 5 5 for my lonely and
6 6 6 for my sorrow and
7 7 for no tomorrow and
8 8 I forget what 8 was for and
9 9 9 for a lost god and
10 10 10 10 for everything
everything everything everything
|
| | cubik, 27.06.2006 à 14:41 | 257860 |
| | | Lateralus, Tool
Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more and
beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty,
to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I move myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
|
| | chrisB, 19.05.2006 à 16:00 | 253811 |
| | | Move your ass de Scooter !!!!
Move Your Ass!
Scooter!! Back in the house! Yeah!
Get off you shirts and wait for further instructions!
Starting the microphone business, I've got one message for
the next decade.
Move your ass!!
All right posse!!
Keep it up!!
Hardcore!!
Come on!
Keep it up!
Move your ass!!
Move your ass!!
Move your ass!!
Move your ass!!
Ravers unite!!
Maximum respect to the hole European posse! Make some noise!
Ravers of the universe:you, keep the spirit alive!
Come on! Come on!:.Hardcore!!!
Sing it:Yeah-ay! Yeah-ey! Yeah-ey!!
Alright, come on posse, you've gotta keep it up!
Come on, party, you've gotta move!
Alright, come on posse, you've gotta keep it up!
Come on, party:Move your ass!
Move your ass!
Move your ass!
Move your ass!
It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice.
Posse!! You've keep the spirit alive
Come on!!
Thank you!
You still feel alright?!!
You've want some more?!!!
Come on!!!
Kickin' it, Kickin' it, Kickin' it, Yeah!
Move your ass!!
Yeaaaaaah!!
Rave nation! Stay tuned:! |
| | cubik, 19.05.2006 à 11:04 | 253793 |
| | | Vicarious, Tool
Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavour
It happens to be like;
Killed by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye
That's my kinda story
It's no fun 'til someone dies
Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the tv
Stare like a zombie
While the mother
Holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying
Why, oh why?
'cause i need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously i, live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don't lie
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold
The writers of stories sold
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance
Vicariously i, live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain come down
Drawn on grave and ground
Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmitter
Sing to the death rattle
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
Incredulous at best your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head on out
Your head believes it give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive, so it is
So it's always been
We all feed on tragedy
It's like bood to a vampire
Vicariously i, live while the whole world dies
Much better you than i |
| | chrisB, 17.05.2006 à 14:07 | 253370 |
| | | | vivi la moustache, les lunettes, j'ai la totale :o))) |
| | THYUIG, 17.05.2006 à 13:55 | 253367 |
| | | | Mallon : | | t'as mis ta moustache au moins... sinon tu peux pas la chanter juste :o) |
Et quelle moustache, sans rire !! :oP |
| | Mallon, 17.05.2006 à 13:54 | 253366 |
| | | | t'as mis ta moustache au moins... sinon tu peux pas la chanter juste :o) |
| | chrisB, 17.05.2006 à 12:04 | 253348 |
| | | Sabotage des BBoys
I Can't Stand It I Know You Planned It
But I'm Gonna Set It Straight, This Watergate
I Can't Stand Rocking When I'm In Here
'Cause Your Crystal Ball Ain't So Crystal Clear
So While You Sit Back And Wonder Why
I Got This Fucking Thorn In My Side
Oh My God, It's A Mirage
I'm Tellin' Y'all It's a Sabotage
So So So
So Listen Up 'Cause You Can't Say Nothin'
You'll Shut Me Down With A Push Of Your Button But Your...
I'm Out And I'm Gone
I'll Tell You Now I Keep It On And On
'Cause What You See You Might Not Get
And We Can Bet So Don't You Get Souped Yet
You're Scheming On A Thing That's A Mirage
I'm Trying To Tell You Now It's Sabotage
Why...
Our Backs Are Now Against The Wall
Listen All Of Ya'll This Is Sabotage
Listen All Of Ya'll This Is Sabotage
Listen All Of Ya'll This Is Sabotage
Listen All Of Ya'll This Is Sabotage
I Can't Stand It, I Know You Planned It
I'm Gonna Set It Straight This Watergate
But I Can't Stand Rockin' When I'm In This Place
Because I Feel Disgrace Because You're All In My Face
But Make No Mistakes And Switch Up My Channel
I'm Buddy Rich When I Fly Off The Handle
What Could It Be, It's A Miracle
You're Scheming On A Thing; That's Sabotage
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| | | | They fight,
And bite,
They fight and bite and fight!
Fight fight fight, bite bite bite,
The Itchy and Scratchy Show!
Quel texte ! |
| | | | "c'est parce que l'amour n'est pas sage qu'on dirait qu'il est bizarre"
sweety-le numero de l'amour |
| | cubik, 29.03.2006 à 15:20 | 246927 |
| | | Pea, Red Hot Chili Peppers
I'm a little pea
I love the sky and the trees
I'm a teeny tiny little ant
Checking out this and that
I am nothing
So you have nothing to hide
And I'm a pacifist
So I can fuck your shit up
Oh yeah I'm small
Oh yeah I'm small
Fuck you asshole
You homophobic redneck dick
You're big and tough and macho
You can kick my ass
So fucking what
So fucking what
So fucking what
So fucking what
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| | cubik, 15.02.2006 à 8:55 | 242196 |
| | | Mosquito song - Queens of the stone age
I know, I know the sun is hot
Mosquitos come suck your blood
Leave you there all alone
Just skin and bone
When you walk among the trees
Listening to the leaves
The further I go the less I know
The less I know
Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
Lullabies
To paralyze
Fat and soft, pink and weak
Foot and thigh, tongue and cheek
You know I'm told they swallow you whole
Skin and bone
Cutting boards and hanging hooks
Bloody knives, cooking books
Promising you won't feel a thing
At all
Swallow and chew
Eat you alive
All of us food
that hasn't died
And the light says
Somehow they pick and pluck
Tenderize bone to dust
The sweetest grease, finest meat you'll ever taste
Taste, taste
So you scream, whine, and yell
Supple sounds of dinner bells
We all will feed the worms and trees So don't be shy
Swallow and chew
Eat you alive
All of us food
that hasn't died
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| | bat, 17.01.2006 à 0:09 | 238399 |
| | | Ben Folds - Gracie
You can't fool me, I saw you when you came out
You got your momma's taste but you got my mouth
And you will always have a part of me
Nobody else is ever going to see
Gracie girl
With your cards to your chest walking on your toes
What you got in the box only Gracie knows
And I would never try to make you be
Anything you didn't really want to be
Gracie girl
Life flies by in seconds
You're not a baby Gracie, you're my friend
You'll be a lady soon but until then
You gotta do what I say
You nodded off in my arms watching TV
I won't move you an inch even thought my arm's asleep
One day you're gonna want to go
I hope we taught you everything you need to know
Gracie girl
And there will always be a part of me
Nobody else is ever gonna see but you and me
My little girl
My Gracie girl
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| | cubik, 18.10.2005 à 23:06 | 224509 |
| | | tiens, j'avais oublié de le ressortir au passage de Katrina
Aenema - Tool
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your cable and
Fret for your car.
It's a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.
Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this
Silly shit, stupid shit...
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
Learn to swim.
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.
Learn to swim.
Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all those gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.
Learn to swim.
Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.
Learn to swim.
Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.
Learn to swim.
Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna watch it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.
Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.
I wanna see it all come down.
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| | | | Lullaby - Cure
On candystripe legs spiderman comes
On candystripe legs spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
Suddenly! a movement in the corner of the
Suddenly! a movement in the corner of the
Room! and there is nothing I can do when i
Room! and there is nothing I can do when i
Realise with freight that the spiderman is having
Realise with freight that the spiderman is having
Me for dinner tonight
Me for dinner tonight
Quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps
Quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps
Closer now closer to the foot of the bed and
Closer now closer to the foot of the bed and
Softer than shadow and quicker than flies his
Softer than shadow and quicker than flies his
Arms are all around me and his tongue in my
Arms are all around me and his tongue in my
Eyes be still be calm be quiet now my precious
Eyes ’be still be calm be quiet now my precious
Boy don’t struggle like that or I will only love
Boy don’t struggle like that or I will only love
You more for it’s much too late to get away or
You more for it’s much too late to get away or
Turn on the light the spiderman is having you
Turn on the light the spiderman is having you
For dinner tonight
For dinner tonight’
And I feel like I’m being eaten by a thousand
And I feel like I’m being eaten by a thousand
Million shivering furry holes and I know that in
Million shivering furry holes and I know that in
The morning I will wake up in the shivering cold
The morning I will wake up in the shivering cold
And the spiderman is always hungry...
And the spiderman is always hungry... |
| | | | Cab Calloway - Minnie the Moocher
Hey folks here’s the story ’bout minnie the moocher
She was a lowdown hoocie coocher
She was the roughest toughest frail
But minnie had a heart as big as a whale
Hidehidehidehi (hidehidehidehi)
Hodehodehodeho (hodehodehodeho)
Hedehedehedehe (hedehedehedehe)
Hidehidehideho (hidehidehideho)
She messed around with a bloke named smokie
She loved him though he was cokey
He took her down to chinatown
And showed her how to kick the gong around
Hidehidehidehi (hidehidehidehi)
Whoah (whoah)
Hedehedehedehe (hedehedehedehe)
A hidehidehideho (hidehidehideho)
She had a dream about the king of sweden
He gave her things that she was needin’
He gave her a home built of gold and steel
A diamond car with platinum wheels
A hidehidehidehidehidehidehi (hidehidehidehidehidehidehi)
Hodehodehodehodehodehodeho (hodehodehodehodehodehodeho)
... (...)
... (...)
He gave her his townhouse and his racing horses
Each meal she ate was a dozen courses
Had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes
She sat around and counted them all a million times
Hidehidehidehi (hidehidehidehi)
Hodehodehodeho (hodehodehodeho)
Hedehedehedehe (hedehedehedehe)
Hidehidehideho (hidehidehideho)
Poor min, poor min, poor minnie |
| | | | Je ne veux pas vivre dans cette ville ! ;o)
God is in the house Nick cave
We've laid the cables and the wires
We've split the wood and stoked the fires
We've lit our town so there is no Place for crime to hide
Our little church is painted white
And in the safety of the night
We all go quiet as a mouse
For the word is out
God is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
No cause for worry now
God is in the house
Moral sneaks in the White House
Computer geeks in the school house
Drug freaks in the crack house
We don't have that stuff here
We have a tiny little Force
But we need them of course
For the kittens in the trees
And at night we are on our knees
As quiet as a mouse
For God is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
And no one's left in doubt
God is in the house
Homos roaming the streets in packs
Queer bashers with tyre-jacks
Lesbian counter-attacks
That stuff is for the big cities
Our town is very pretty
We have a pretty little square
We have a woman for a mayor
Our policy is firm but fair
Now that God is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
Any day now He'll come out
God is in the house
Well-meaning little therapists
Goose-stepping twelve-stepping Tetotalitarianists
The tipsy, the reeling and the drop down pissed
We got no time for that stuff here
Zero crime and no fear
We've bred all our kittens white
So you can see them in the night
And at night we're on our knees
As quiet as a mouse
Since the word got out
From the North down to the South
For no-one's left in doubt
There's no fear about
If we all hold hands and very quietly shout
Hallelujah
God is in the house
God is in the house
Oh I wish He would come out
God is in the house
Nach oben
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| | | | Ani DiFranco - School Night
she went over to his apartment
clutching her decision
and he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye?
so she built a skyscraper of procrastination
and then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window
of her reply
and she felt like an actress
just reading her lines
when she finally said
yes. it's really goodbye this time
and far below was the blacktop
and the tiny toy cars
and it all fell so fast
and it all fell so far
and she said:
you are a miracle but that is not all
you are also a stiff drink and i am on call
you are a party and i am a school night
and i'm lookin' for my door key
but you are my porch light
and you'll never know, dear
just how much i loved you
you'll probably think this was
just my big excuse
but i stand committed
to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you
is but one of my truths
what of the mother
whose house is in flames
and both of her children
are in their beds crying
and she loves them both
with the whole of her heart
but she knows she can only
carry one at a time?
she's choking on the smoke
of unthinkable choices
she is haunted by the voices
of so many desires
she's bent over from the business
of begging forgiveness
while frantically running around
putting out fires
but then what kind of scale
compares the weight of two beauties
the gravity of duties
or the ground speed of joy?
tell me what kind of gauge
can quantify elation?
what kind of equation
could i possibly employ?
and you'll never know, dear
just how much i loved you
you probably think this was
just my big excuse
but i stand committed
to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you
is just one of my truths
so i
i'm goin' home
to please the one i so love pleasing
and i don't expect
he'll have much sympathy for my grieving
but i guess that this is the price
that we pay for the privilege
of living for even a day
in a world with so many things
worth believing
in
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| | bat, 06.01.2005 à 13:03 | 188890 |
| | | Mago de Oz - "Fiesta Pagana" :
Cuando despiertes un día
y sientas que no puedes más,
que en el nombre del de arriba
tu vida van a manejar.
Si sientes que el miedo se pega a tu piel
por ser comunero y justicia querer,
si te rindes hermano, por ti nunca pensarás.
Cuando vayan a pedirte
los diezmos a fin de mes,
y la Santa Inquisición
te "invite" a confesar.
Por eso amigo tú alza la voz,
di que nunca pediste opinión
y si es verdad que existe un Dios
que trabaje de sol a sol.
Ponte en pie
alza el puño y ven
a la fiesta pagana
en la hoguera hay de beber.
De la misma condición
no es el pueblo que un señor,
ellos tienen el clero
y nosotros nuestro sudor.
Si no hay pan para los tuyos
y ves muy gordo al abad,
si su virgen viste de oro,
desnúdala.
Cómo van a silenciar
al jilguero o al canario
si no hay cárcel ni tumba
para el canto libertario!
Ponte en pie
alza el puño y ven
a la fiesta pagana
en la hoguera hay de beber.
De la misma condición
es el pueblo que un señor,
ellos tienen el clero
y nosotros nuestro sudor.
Ponte en pie
alza el puño y ven
a la fiesta pagana
en la hoguera hay de beber.
De la misma condición
es el pueblo que un señor,
ellos tienen el clero
y nosotros nuestro sudor.
Ponte en pie
alza el puño y ven
a la fiesta pagana
en la hoguera hay de beber.
De la misma condición
es el pueblo que un señor,
ellos tienen el clero
y nosotros nuestro sudor.
Cabrones!! |
| | | | "Lying In The Sun" - Stereophonics
Wish I could lie in the sun
The same things as anyone
Wish I could lie down there
With my feet, high in the air
I'd have a drink in my hand
Read words from a newspaper stand
Wish I could lie in the sun
Wish I could fly like everyone
Same things as anyone
Same things as anyone
But you burn me up you paint my skin
In bad designs that ain't even in
My skin's crawling up the wall
Into the ocean I'd love to fall
I hear the sounds but they ain't the same
As feeling them with you two feet away
There's always more worse off than me
Suppose I'm lucky I can even see
All the people that I'd like to be
Passing me by everyday in the street
Same things as anyone
Same things as anyone
But you burn me up you paint my skin
In bad designs that ain't even in
I got good lungs, got a good heart
My mind is fit, and my feet can walk
And here I am in the shade on the street
Asking people for money to eat
What did I ever do to deserve this?
Did I kill a child or something worse?
Same things as anyone
What's the reason maybe make you feel
How much more fortunate you are than me
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| | bat, 26.09.2004 à 18:08 | 174626 |
| | | >> be non pas forcement :/
>> traduction à l'attention de nos amis non-italophiles:
>> "Tutta Bologna si gira a guardarla"
>> Toute la bolognaise je me la guarderais
>> "Per le gambe nude che ha"
>> pour me la mettre sur les jambes
>> " E in tasca i soldi di papà"
>> J'ai fais les soldes avec papa
même si j'aime bien ta traduction, et même si je sais bien que "certains" disent que, parfois, je peux être un estomac sur pates, ça ne veut pas dire pour autant que je n'écoute que des chansons qui sont en rapport avec la bouffe.. ! ;o)) |
| | malo, 26.09.2004 à 17:33 | 174622 |
| | | be non pas forcement :/
traduction à l'attention de nos amis non-italophiles:
"Tutta Bologna si gira a guardarla"
Toute la bolognaise je me la guarderais
"Per le gambe nude che ha"
pour me la mettre sur les jambes
" E in tasca i soldi di papà"
J'ai fais les soldes avec papa
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| | bat, 26.09.2004 à 15:51 | 174619 |
| | | >> merci pour ces magnifiques paroles bat
de rien, ça rentre de le sujet, note bien
>> Moi aussi j'aime la sauce bolognaise....ou alors j'ai mal compris.
faut que je réponde ? :o)) |
| | malo, 26.09.2004 à 15:37 | 174617 |
| | | merci pour ces magnifiques paroles bat
Moi aussi j'aime la sauce bolognaise....ou alors j'ai mal compris. |
| | bat, 26.09.2004 à 15:25 | 174616 |
| | | Tre Allegri Ragazzi Morti : "Alice In Città"
Tutta Bologna si gira a guardarla
Per le gambe nude che ha
Porta solo gonne da bambina
E in tasca i soldi di papà
Vive leggero come una farfallina
Fra le barbe di Bologna
Qualcuno vorrebbe farne una rock’n roll star
(Ma a lavorare Alice non ci pensa!)
Alice non lo sa
Ma vuole tutto adesso
Alice non lo sa
Ma vuole tutto…
E ha finito i soldi di papà,
Mi costa come una Ferrari,
Coi suoi vizi da bambina,
Gonne corte, Fanta e Cocaina
Coi suoi vizi da bambina,
Gonne corte, Fanta e Coca
Alice non lo sa
Ma vuole tutto adesso
Alice non lo sa
Ma vuole tutto…
E quando incontra gli occhi giusti
E ti accorgi che sono i tuoi
Alice si fa piccola piccola
Entra nel letto e nei sogni tuoi
Ti dice che sei l’uomo meglio del mondo
E che senza di te non ci sta
Ma la mattina che la festa è finita
Sei solo a letto, Alice è già partita.
Alice non lo sa
Ma vuole tutto adesso
Alice non lo sa
Ma vuole tutto…
Nata 1976
Morto 1996
Tutta Bologna si gira a guardarla
Per le gambe nude che ha
Porta solo gonne da bambina
E in tasca i soldi di papà
Vive leggero come una farfallina
Fra le barbe di Bologna
Qualcuno vorrebbe farne una rock’n roll star
(Ma a lavorare Alice non ci pensa!)
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| | J-C, 10.08.2004 à 10:56 | 167731 |
| | | Live
Run to the water
oh desert speak to my heart
oh woman of the earth
maker of children who weep for love
maker of this birth
'til your deepest secrets are known to me
I will not be moved
I will not be moved
"don't try to find the answer
when there ain't no question here
brother let your heart be wounded
and give no mercy to your fear"
adam and eve live down the street from me
babylon is every town
it's as crazy as it's ever been
love's a stranger all around
in a moment we lost our minds here
and lay our spirit down
today we lived a thousand years
all we have is now
run to the water
and find me there
burnt to the core but not broken
we'll cut through the madness
of these streets below the moon
these streets below the moon
and I will never leave you
'til we can say, "this world was just a dream
we were sleepin' now we are awake"
'til we can say
in a moment we lost our minds here
and dreamt the world was round
a million mile fall from grace
thank god we missed the ground
run to the water
and find me there
burnt to the core but not broken
we'll cut through the madness
of these streets below the moon
with a nuclear fire of love in our hearts
yeah, I can see it now lord
out beyond all the breakin' of waves
and the tribulation
it's a place and the home of ascended souls
who swam out there in love!
run to the water
and find me there
burnt to the core but not broken
we'll cut through the madness
of these streets below the moon
with a nuclear fire of love in our hearts
rest easy baby, rest easy
and recognize it all as light and rainbows
smashed to smithereens and be happy
run to the water (and find me there)
run to the water
At'chao ! |
| | | | Finalement l'italien c'est pas compliqué, pis c'est beau...
Gli amanti di Roma
(Gianmaria Testa)
Sui ponti di Roma gli amanti son tanti
ma quanti, nessuno lo sa
e parlano e ridono
ridono e toccano
e guardano l'acqua che va
Non fa niente se piove o c'è il sole
non gl'importa del tempo che fa
gli amanti di Roma son tanti
ma quanti, chissà
Sui ponti di Roma gli amanti la notte
si dicono la verità
e parlano e piangono
piangono e toccano
e intanto c'è l'acqua che va
E poi quando li prende il mattino
si perdono per la città
e riempiono tutte le strade
che a Roma gli amanti
son tanti si sa
E poi quando li prende il mattino
si perdono per la città
e riempiono tutte le strade
che a Roma gli amanti
son tanti
ma quanti chissà. |
| | | | ah la version de cette chanson dans donnie darko... c'était vraiment trop puissant. j'aime bien l'originale de tears for fears et je trouve que la connaître avant d'écouter l'autre de gary jules lui donne encore plus de force.
un peu ce que je ressens quand j'écoute Rufus Wainwright chanter "across the universe" : terrible !!
(pourquoi est-ce qu'elle est signée gary jules/mickael andrews, alors que c'est orzabal qui l'a écrite ? ils ont racheté les droits ?) |
| | | | :: MAD WORLD ::
(Gary Jules/Mickael Andrews)
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find I kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one new me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find I kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world
|
| | bat, 29.05.2004 à 19:27 | 157152 |
| | | souvenirs souvenirs ^^
Ingénieur informaticien
Je suis ingénieur informaticien
Je suis ingénieur informaticien
J'aime les ordinateurs
Windows 98
Ingénieur Informaticien
Je suis ingénieur informaticien
J'aime les ordinateurs
Windows 98
Je fais des concours de calculatrice
Je suis vraiment trop con
Je fais le concours du robot qui balancera des balles en haut
Trop con
Ingénieur informaticien
Je suis ingénieur informaticien
J'aime les ordinateurs
Windows 98
Ingénieur Informaticien
Recherche femme désespérement
Je recherche une fille
Un rat
Une bouche
Un slip
Une culotte elastique
Je table
Je recherche un homme
Un chien
Une vache
Une tourterelle
Un pigeon
Un arbre
Une bureau...
Un bureau
Un ordinateur
Car je suis...
Ingénieur informaticien
Je suis ingénieur informaticien
J'aime les ordinateurs
Windows 98
Est il mieux que windows 95
Là est la question
Car
Ingénieur informaticien
Je suis ingénieur informaticien
J'aime les ordinateurs
Et windows 98, il vaut mieux que windows 95
Windows et l'débugger il est mieux
Les procédures des fonctions
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| | J-C, 27.05.2004 à 15:53 | 156793 |
| | | Strangers
(James - Millionaire)
Found a message in the sand
It read, "just do the best you can
This worlds not how I planned
You're on your own
No one can hear you
They're just talking all the time
There's the world
And you're outside
Your home's hard to find
Your home's hard to find
Worn down by strangers
All you need is a friend
You've been worn down by strangers
This is not the end
Guess it's hard to settle down
when love's been spread all around the town
I'm no stranger to this room
My highs just serve to bring me down
I hope to change now
From a sorry state of mind
I had hoped for heart to heart
My heart's hard to find
My heart's hard to find
Worn down by strangers
All you need is a friend
You've been worn down by strangers
This is the end
At'chao ! |
| | bat, 08.05.2004 à 16:53 | 154133 |
| | | héhéhéhéhéhé ^^
She Drives Me Crazy" Based on the performance by Fine Young Cannibals
"George Bush" Parody by Necrotoxen666
I can't stop
The way I feel
Things he does
Just don't seem real
Don't know what goes through his mind
And were running out of time
He will never let it be.
There taking orders from a chimpanzee.
Bush is crazy
Like no one else
Bush is crazy
There's only one year left
I can't get
Any rest
Knowing that
Bush is pres
He wants to make serious blasts
This comes to me as no surprise
This one thing, I know is true
The United States got really screwed
Bush is crazy
Like no one else
Bush is crazy
There's only one year left
He won't make it
On his own
No one likes
Bush Sr.'s son
Bush is crazy
Like no one else
Bush is crazy
There's only one year left
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| | Drache, 04.05.2004 à 20:29 | 153678 |
| | | Te Recuerdo Amanda
Texto y música de Víctor Jara
Canción-vals
Te recuerdo, Amanda,
la calle mojada,
corriendo a la fábrica
donde trabajaba Manuel.
La sonrisa ancha,
la lluvia en el pelo,
no importaba nada,
ibas a encontarte con él.
Con él, con él, con él, con él.
Son cinco minutos. La vida es eterna en cinco minutos.
Suena la sirena. De vuelta al trabajo
y tœ caminando lo iluminas todo,
los cinco minutos te hacen florecer.
Te recuerdo, Amanda,
la calle mojada
corriendo a la fábrica
donde trabajaba Manuel.
La sonrisa ancha,
la lluvia en el pelo,
no importaba nada
ibas a encontrarte con él.
Con él, con él, con él, con él.
que partió a la sierra,
que nunca hizo daño. Que partió a la sierra,
y en cinco minutos quedó destrozado.
Suena la sirena, de vuelta al trabajo
muchos no volvieron, tampoco Manuel.
Te recuerdo, Amanda,
la calle mojada,
corriendo a la fábrica
donde trabajaba Manuel.
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| | cubik, 07.04.2004 à 9:27 | 149643 |
| | | Roses from my friends, Ben harper
I could have treated you better
but you couldn't have treated me worse
but it's he who laughs last
is he who cries first
Sometimes I feel I know strangers
better than I know my friends
why must a beginning
be the means to an end
The stones from my enemies
these wounds will mend
but I cannot survive
the roses from my friends
When the last word has been spoken
and we've beared witness to the final setting sun
all that shall remain is a token
of what we've said and done
When all we've had has been forsaken
distant church bells no longer ring
that's the sound of a heart taken
and the story of tears from a king
The stones from my enemies
these wounds will mend
but I cannot survive
the roses from my friends
This may be the last time I see you
forgive me for holding you close
this may be the last time that I see you
so of this moment I will make the most
This may be the last time I see you
but if you keep me in your heart
together we shall be eternal
if you believe
we shall never part
The stones from my enemies
these wounds will mend
but I cannot survive
The stones from my enemies
these wounds will mend
but I
can not
survive
I cannot survive
the roses from my friends
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| | hoody, 22.03.2004 à 10:37 | 147385 |
| | | Smack my bitch up / The Prodigy
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Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up.
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up.
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| | compte supprimé . 20.02.2004 à 16:10 | 142774 |
| | | | Merci, chui pas vieille, mais je connais quand même Dylan ... Et j'ai le droit de me délirer sur ses textes (qui sont vachement bien je le précise) si j'ai envie!! |
| | | | | hmmmmmm, moui... m'enfin dylan, c'est pas tout-à-fait le même style, quand même... |
| | compte supprimé . 20.02.2004 à 16:03 | 142769 |
| | | Je m'en doute mais moi les truk ghor ça me délire...
Dans le genre , t'a un super site: www.roten.com
=o) |
| | | | >> =oD
>> ptdr
C'est pas le but. |
| | compte supprimé . 20.02.2004 à 15:57 | 142766 |
| | | =oD
ptdr |
| | | | "Ballad of Hollis Brown", un de mes morceaux préférés de Dylan.
Aussi glaçant que le Violent Femmes.
Hollis Brown he lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown he lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin fallin' down
You looked for work and money and you walked a rugged mile
You looked for work and money and you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know how to smile
Your baby's eyes look crazy they're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eyes look crazy they're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe
The rats have got your flour bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour bad blood it got your mare
If there's anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares?
You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend
You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend
Your empty pockets tell yuh
That you ain't a-got no friend
Your babies are crying louder it's pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder it's pounding on your brain
Your wife's screams are stabbin' you
Like the dirty drivin' rain
Your grass it is turning black there's no water in your well
Your grass is turning black there's no water in your well
You spent your last lone dollar
On seven shotgun shells
Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That's hangin' on the wall
Your brain is a-bleedin' and your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin' and your legs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That you're holdin' in your hand
There's seven breezes a-blowin' all around the cabin door
There's seven breezes a-blowin' all around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean's pounding roar
There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born
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| | compte supprimé . 20.02.2004 à 15:45 | 142761 |
| | | Merci...ça fait plaisit... Une chanson toute pour moi !!!
=o) |
| | | | Spécialement pour Amata, le splendide "Country death song" des Violent femmes.
A glacer le sang.
I had me a wife, I had me some daughters.
I tried so hard, I never knew still waters.
Nothing to eat and nothing to drink.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Well, I'm a thinkin' and thinkin', till there's nothin' I ain't thunk.
Breathing in the stink, till finally I stunk.
It was at that time, I swear I lost my mind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
Come little daughter," I said to the youngest one,
Put your coat on, we'll have some fun.
We'll go out to mountains, the one to explore.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.
Come little daughter, I will carry the lanterns.
We'll go out tonight, we'll go to the caverns.
We'll go out tonight, we'll go to the caves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.
A led her to a hole, a deep black well.
I said "make a wish, make sure and not tell and
close you're eyes dear, and count to seven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
I gave her a push, I gave her a shove.
I pushed with all my might, I pushed with all my love.
I through my child into a bottomless pit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.
Gather round boys to this tale that I tell.
You wanna know how to take a short trip to hell?
It's guarenteed to get your own place in hell.
Just take your lovely daughter and push her in the well.
Take your lovely daughter and throw her in the well.
Don't speak to me of lovers, with a broken heart.
You wanna know what can really tear you apart?
I'm going out to the barn, will I never stop in pain?
I'm going out to the barn, to hang myself in shame. |
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