Parole de chansons.

Attention, spécial dédicace à ma tendre et douce (parce que c'est ma tendre et douce ben tien) et à pititange parce qu'elle a pleuré au concert...
Queen - Love of my life (sortez les mouchoirs)



Love of my life, you hurt me,
You broken my heart, now you leave me.

Love of my life can’t you see,
Bring it back bring it back,
Don’t take it away from me,
Because you don’t know what it means to me.

Love of my life don’t leave me,
You’ve stolen my love now desert me,

Love of my life can’t you see,
Bring it back bring it back,
Don’t take it away from me,
Because you don’t know what it means to me.

You will remember when this is blown over,
And everything’s all by the way,
When I grow older,
I will be there by your side,
To remind how I still love you
I still love you.

Hurry back hurry back,
Don’t take it away from me,
Because you don’t know what it means to me.

Love of my life,
Love of my life.

Thorgal a écrit:

Attention, spécial dédicace à ma tendre et douce (parce que c'est ma tendre et douce ben tien) et à pititange parce qu'elle a pleuré au concert...
Queen - Love of my life (sortez les mouchoirs)

Oh, mici beaucoup c'est super mimi! Je connaissais pas cette chanson, mais qu'est-ce que les paroles sont belles! Encore merci, mon Thorgal bien aimé!

Allez, The Beatles!

GIRL

Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
all about the girl who came to stay?
She's the kind of girl you want so much
it makes you sorry;
Still, you don't regret a single day.
Ah girl! Girl!

She's the kind of girl who puts you down
when friends are there, you feel a fool.
Didididi..
When you say she's looking good
she acts as if it's understood.
She's cool, cool, cool, cool,
Girl! Girl! [Was she]

When I think of all the times I've tried to leave her
She will turn to me and start to cry;
And she promises the earth to me
and I believe her.
After all this times I don't know why.
Ah, girl! Girl!

She's the kind of girl who puts you down when friends are there,
You feel a fool.
When you say she's looking good, she acts as if it's understood.
She's cool, cool, cool, cool, Girl! Girl!

Was she tolod when she was young the fame
would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand it when they said
That a man must break his back to earn
his day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he's dead?
Ah girl! Girl! Girl!

Aller go ! (je ne peux pas resister)
American Pie - Don McLean
*aller hop ! soyons fou ! Accapela !*


A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, this’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, this’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, this’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, this’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, this’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, this’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.

They were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, this’ll be the day that I die.

Merci, merci... non non, n'applaudissez pas ! c'est pas la peine...*

Ah, c'était bon, ça, Thorgal!! Merci de nous l'avoir mis... pis tu m'a fait découvrir cette version! Thank a lot!!!

Mais de rien, c'était avec plaisir !

Azertipi a écrit:

Je ne connais pas cette chanson, Nanou, mais l'un des derniers vers m'a fait penser à une chanson très connue d'Oasis...

DON'T LOOK BACK IN ANGER

Moi je pensais carrément que c'était Oasis ! Je dois confondre avec un autre de leurs titres. Je vérifierai ça sous peu.

Vérification faite, je trouve ça comme titre de Oasis, c'est donc bien Don't Look Back In Anger, disponible sur leur second album (What's The Story) Morning Glory. Les paroles semblent correspondre.

Après la version de Shun est peut-être une reprise, ou un original repris par Oasis. Bon si quelqu'un veut le mp3 de Oasis (et a pas peur de temps de chargement loeayniesques), récupérez mon msn dans mon profil.
Voilà tout !

America - A Horse With No Name

On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
’cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
’cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After nine days I let the horse run free
’cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it’s life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love

You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
’cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

Denez Pringent - Gortoz an Ran

Gortozet 'm eus, gortozet pell
E skeud teñval an tourioù gell
E skeud teñval an tourioù gell

E skeud teñval an tourioù glav
C'hwi am gwelo 'c'hortoz atav
C'hwi am gwelo 'c'hortoz atav

Un deiz a vo e 'teuio en-dro
Dreist ar maezioù, dreist ar morioù

'Teuio en-dro an avel c'hlas
Da analañ va c'halon c'hloaz't

Kaset e vin diouzh e alan
Pell gant ar red, hervez 'deus c'hoant

Hervez 'deus c'hoant pell eus ar bed
Etre ar mor hag ar stered

Trad (quand même...)
J'attends

J'attends, j'attends depuis longtemps
Dans l'ombre noire des tours grises
Dans l'ombre noire des tours grises

Dans l'ombre noire des tours de pluie
Tu m'y verras attendre éternellement
Tu m'y verras attendre éternellement

Un jour il reviendra
Traversant les terres, traversant les mers

Reviendra le vent bleu
Pour emporter mon coeur blessé

Son souffle m'emmenera
Au loin, selon ses courants, partout où il voudra

Partout où il voudra, loin de ce monde
Entre la mer et les étoiles