Parole de chansons.

Quelle plaisir de voir que vous aimez toutes ces vieilles chansons, dont certaines ont bercé mes jeunes années ...

Dans la catégorie "potins" : Mick Jagger a écrit Angie pour la femme de David Bowie (dont c'était le prénom) avec laquelle il a eu une liaison (le bruit courait à l'époque, qu'il avait une liaison avec David aussi).

Eric Clapton a écrit Tears in Heaven, suite à la mort accidentelle de son petit garçon, qui est tombé par la fenêtre de son immeuble à New York il y a quelques années.

(Sorry pour tous ceux qui connaissaient déjà ...) desolé

Mici ma Sun! Pour Clapton, je savais déjà...

Pour Mick, je savais à moitié... je savais pas que c'était la femme d David (ni la suite del'anecdocte) lovedevil

La femme de Bowie étant bien sûr celle avant l'actuelle, le top Iman ... sourire

Et puisque nous sommes en plein dans une phase Clapton ici, je vous mets les paroles d'une autre très jolie chanson d'Eric,
My father's eyes

Sailing down behind the sun,
Waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.

Just a toerag on the run.
How did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow.

Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That's when I need them,
That's when I need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
That's when I need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
I'm like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.

As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That he was here with me;
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

My father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

je ressort un groupe que j'écoutais ya quelques années, et cette chanson est lovejap

Staind - Outside

And you
Can bring me to my knees
All this time
That I could make you breathe
All the times
That I felt insecure
And I leave
A burning path of flame

I’m on the outside
I’m looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
Cause inside you’re ugly
You’re Ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you

All this time
That I felt like this won’t add
Once for you
And I taste
What I could never have
It’s from you
All those times
That I tried
My intentions
Full of pride
And I waist
More time than anyone

I’m on the outside
I’m looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
Cause inside you’re ugly
You’re ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you

All the times
That I’ve cried
All that’s wasted
It’s all inside
And I feel
All this pain
Stuffed it down
It’s back again
And I lie
Here in bed
All alone
I can’t mend
And I feel
Tomorrow will be okay
But I know

That I’m on the outside
I’m looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
Cause inside you’re ugly
You’re ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you

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Tom Mac Rae, 2nd Law

Tell all my friends I have gone to the Moon
Tell all my friends I will write them soon

And thell them, if You see them
That I am better left alone
'Cos I'm living up here, where the air is thin
Where gravity don't bring You down
I'm living up here and I'm watching your
Universe, cooling down

I spend my days beneath a perspect dome
I think that I have finally come home

So thell them, if You see them
That I am better left alone
'Cos I'm living up here, where the air is thin
Where gravity don't bring You down
I'm living up here and I'm watching your
Universe, cooling down

Yeah I'm living up here, where the air is thin
Where gravity don't bring You down
I'm living up here and I'm watching your
Universe, cooling down

Qui m'aime me fuit, Zazie

Que j'aie de la peine
Que je me traîne
Et ceux qui m'aiment
Me plaignent

Que je tombe en ruine
Que je m'abîme
Et ceux qui m'aiment
Me tiennent

Que je me démène
A rompre la chaîne
Et ceux qui m'aiment
Quand même

Que ça m'arrive
Comme ça leur arrive
Et ceux qui m'aiment
Me suivent

Que je m'expose
A vivre autre chose
Et ceux qui m'aiment
Sourient

Que j'aie de l'avance
Un peu de chance
Et ceux qui m'aiment
M'envient

Que j'aie de l'argent
De temps en temps
Et ceux qui m'aiment
Se méfient

Que je les aime
Que je reste la même
Et ceux qui m'aiment
M'oublient

Que j'aie tout fait
Pour gagner leur amour
Et ceux qui m'aiment
Me fuient

Qui m'aime me fuit

Comme j'arriva pas à en choisir juste une, j'en mets plusieurs...
Rufus Wainwright

"The Tower Of Learning"

I'm looking for the tower of learning
I'm looking for the copious prize
I saw it in your eyes what I'm looking for
I saw it in your eyes what I'm looking for

I really do fear that I'm dying
I really do fear that I'm dead
I saw it in your eyes what I'm looking for
I saw it in your eyes what will make me live

All the sights of Paris
Pale inside your iris
Tip the Eiffel Tower with one glance
Stained glass cathedrals with one glint

You smashed it with your eyes
What I'm looking for
One blink and then my heart wasn't there no more

I'm looking for the tower of learning
I'm looking for the copious prize

"Oh, What A World"

Men reading fashion magazines
Oh what a world
It seems we live in
Straight man
Oh what a world
We live in

Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always
Travelin' but not in love

Still I think I'm doin' fine
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline
Life is
Beautiful on a New York Times

Toujours Rufus Wainwright ^^

"Imaginary Love"

Every kind of love
Or at least my kind of love
Must be an imaginary love to start with
Guess that can explain the rain waiting walking game
Schubert bust my brain to start with

Cause every kind of love
Or at least my kind of love
Must be an imaginary love to start with
Guess that can explain the rain waiting walking game
Schubert bust my brain to start with

Oh, to look at you
In a cab
Back of your head across my lap
Oh, what grace
Green back seat against the red of your face
Oh, to look at you
Any old grand hotel
Drunken demands give way to reservations
Oh, what a room
Champagne brings such happy faces
Happy faces

Cause every kind of love
Or at least my kind of love
Must be an imaginary love to start with
Guess that can explain the rain waiting walking game
Schubert bust my brain to start with

Cause every kind of love
Or at least my kind of love
Must be an imaginary love to start with, baby
Guess that can explain the rain waiting walking game
Schubert bust my brain to start with
Oh, oh...

"Foolish Love"

I don't want to hold you and feel so helpless
I don't want to smell you and lose my senses
And smile in slow motion
With eyes in love

I twist like a corkscrew
The sweetness rising
I drink from the bottle, weeping
Why won't you last?
Why can't you last

So i will walk without care
Beat my snare
Look like a man who means business
Go to all the poshest places
With their familiar faces
Terminate all signs of weakness
Oh, all for the sake of a foolish love

I will take my coffee black
Never snack
Hang with the wolves who are sheepish
Flow through the veins of town
Always frown
Me and my mistress, the princess
Oh, all for the sake of a foolish love

So the day noah's ark floats down park
My eyes will be simply glazed over
Or better yet
I'll wear shades on sunless days
And when the sun's out, i'll stay in and slumber
Oh, all for the sake of a foolish love
All for the sake of a foolish love

Cause i don't want to hold you and feel so helpless
I don't want to smell you and lose my senses
And smile in slow motion
With eyes in love

J'ai réentendu récemment cette très jolie chanson de celle qui était la grande dame de la chanson allemande des années 70-80, Hildegard Knef. Je vous la mets avec une petite traduction.

Für mich solls rote Rosen regnen ....

Für mich, soll's rote Rosen regnen,
mir sollten sämtliche Wunder begegnen.
Die Welt sollte sich umgestalten,
und ihre Sorgen für sich behalten.

Und später, sagte ich noch, ich möchte,
vertehen, viel sehen, erfahre, bewahren,
und später, sagte ich noch, ich möcht',
nicht allein sein, und doch frei sein.

Für mich soll's rote Rosen regnen,
mir sollten sämtliche Wunder begegnen.
Das Glück sollte sich sanft verhalten,
es sollte mein Schicksal, mit Liebe verwalten.

Und heute sage ich still, ich sollte,
mich fügen, begnügen, ich kann mich nicht fügen,
kann mich nicht begnügen, will immer noch siegen,
will alles, oder nichts.

Für mich, soll's rote Rosen regnen,
mir sollten ganz neue Wunder begegnen.
Mich fern, von altem Neu entfalten,
von dem was erwartet, das meiste halten.
Ich will..., Ich will...!

J'aimerais qu'il pleuve des roses rouges pour moi ...

A seize ans, je me disais pour moi même, je veux,
Veux être grande, veux vaincre, veux être heureuse, ne jamais mentir,
A seize ans, je me disais pour moi même, je veux,
Veux tout, ou rien.

J'aimerais qu'il pleuve des roses rouges pour moi,
Que tous les miracles soient au rendez vous
Que le monde entier se transforme
Et garde ses soucis pour lui.

Plus tard, je disais encore, j'aimerais,
Comprendre, voir plein de choses, experimenter, garder,
Et plus tard, je disais encore, j'aimerais
Ne pas être seule et pourtant être libre.

J'aimerais qu'il pleuve des roses rouges pour moi,
que tous les miracles soient au rendez vous,
que le bonheur se montre doux
et qu'il guide mon destin avec amour.

Et aujourd'hui je me dis, je devrais,
Me résigner, me contenter, mais je ne peux me résigner,
Ne peux me contenter, veux toujours et encore vaincre,
Veux tout ou rien.

J'aimerais qu'il pleuve des roses rouges pour moi,
Que de tous nouveaux miracles soient au rendez-vous,
Que je puisse m'épanouir loin d'hier,
Et que la plupart des promesses soient tenues.
Je veux..., je veux ...

Parole de chansons. - Page 21 Rosesrouges2ag.th

A Mistake - Fiona Apple

I'm gonna make a mistake
I'm gonna do it on purpose
I'm gonna waste my time
'Cause I'm full as a tick
And I'm scratching at the surface
And what I find is mine
And when the day is done, and I look back
And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around
All the advice I shunned, and I ran
Where they told me not to run, but I sure
Had fun, so
I'm gonna f*** it up again
I'm gonna do another detour
Unpave my path
And if you wanna make sense
Whatcha looking at me for
I'm no good at math
And when I find my way back,
The fact is I just may stay, or I may not
I've acquired quite a taste
For a wellmade mistake
I wanna mistake why can't I make a mistake?
I'm always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good
Why
Do I wanna do right, of course but
Do I really wanna feel I'm forced to
Answer you, hell no
I've acquired quite a taste
For a wellmade mistake, I wanna
Make a mistake, why can't I make a mistake
I'm always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good
Why

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The Way Things Are - Fiona Apple

I wouldn't know what to do with another chance
If you gave it to me
I couldn't take the embrace of a real romance
It's race right through me
I'm much better off the way things are
Much much better if, better by far, by far
I wouldn't know what to say to a gentle voice
It'd roll right past me
And if you chalk it up you'll see I don't really have a choice
So don't even ask me
I'm much better off, the way things are
Much much better off, better by far
So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on
And I'll keep kicking the crap till it's gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle
And as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be
Able to move on
How can I fight, when we're on the same side
How can I fight beside you
So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on
Ans I'll keep on kicking the crap will it's gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle
And as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be
Able to move on
So keep on callng me names, keep on, keep on
And I'll keep kicking the crap till it's gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle
And as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be
Able to move on

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Erm Ne pouvant pas passez à côté de l'occassion puisque le film est passez hier je clame et calme ma haine en postant les paroles d'une chanson qui n'aurait jamais du être écrite .....Le dimanche 30 janvier 1972, à Derry, en Irlande 14 morts 13 blessés ....

Sunday Bloody Sunday

I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away.
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cos 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.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Oh, let's go.

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trenches 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?
'Cos tonight
We can be as one, tonight.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away.
I'll wipe your tears away.
I'll wipe your tears away.
I'll wipe your bloodshot eyes.
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.

The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On...

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday..

U2/Bono.

U2

*oui, bon, c'était comme ça, en passant, rhôô, si on peu même plus s'amuser...* Pythie

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The Smashing Pumpkins, Zero (sur l'album Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness)

My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection, to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm the face in your dreams of glass

So save your prayers
For when You really gonna need'em
Throw out your cares and fly

Wanna go for a ride ?

She's the one for me
She's all I really need 'cause
Sh'es the one for me

Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness,
And cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty, just like
Me

Intoxicated with my madness, I'm in love with my sadness
Bullshit fakers, enchanted kingdoms
The fashion victims chew their charcoal teeth

I never let it on, that I was on a sinking sheep
I never let it on, that I was down

And You blame yourself
For what you can't ignore
You blame yourself, for wanting more

She's the one for me
She's all I really need 'cause
Sh'es the one for me

She's my one and only

SYSTEM OF A DOWN = BOOM !

I've been walking through your streets,
Where all you money's earning,
Where all your biulding's crying,
And clueless neckties working,
Revolving fake lawn houses,
Housing all your fears,
Desensitized by TV,
overbearing advertising,
God of consumerism,
And all your crooked pictures,
Looking good, mirrorism,
Filtering information,
For the public eye,
Designed for profiteering,
Your neighboor, what a guy.

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the god your child has born.
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom

Modern globalization,
Coupled with condemnations,
Unnecessary death,
Matador corporations,
Puppeting your frustrations,
With the blinded flag,
Manufacturing consent
Is the name of the game,
The bottom line is money,
Nobody gives a fuck.
4000 hungry children die per hour,
from starvation,
while billions spent on bombs,
create death showers.

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the god your child has born.
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Boom, Boom, Boom

Why, why, why, why
must we kill, kill, kill, kill,
our own, own, own, own kind...

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the god your child has born.
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Boom, Boom, Boom
Every time you drop the bomb.

MR. JACK

Hey Mr. Jack,
Is that the mouthwash in your eyes,
Hey Mr. jack,
Is that the cause of your surprise,
Hey where you at,
On the side of the freeway in the car,
Hey where you at,
On the side of the freeway in the car.
In the car.

On the side of the freeway in the...
Hey Mr. Jack,
Is that the trick of your demise,
Hey where you at,
On the side of the freeway in the car,
Hey where you at,
On the side of the freeway in the car,
In the car, in the car, in the car.

Seven a.m. morning, came to take us away,
Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads,
Seven a.m. morning, came to take us away,
Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads,
At our, at our heads.

Your prospect of living gone,
You ran the light at dawn,
Protectors on your back,
Lights are on their track.
You must now face authority,
You're nothing like me,
You must now face authority,
You're nothing like me.
Put you hands up, get out of the car,
Put you hands up, get out of the car,
Put you hands up, get out of the car.

Fuck you pig,
Fuck you pig,
Fuck you pig,
Fuck you pig,
Put you hands up, get out of the car.

Autre ambiance, mais une grande dame est morte hier

Ami entends-tu
Le vol noir des corbeaux
Sur nos plaines.
Ami entends-tu
Les cris sourds du pays
Qu'on enchaîne ...
Ohé partisans
Ouvriers et paysans
C'est l'alarme !
Ce soir l'ennemi
Connaîtra le prix du sang
Et des larmes ...

Montez de la mine,
Descendez des collines,
Camarades.
Sortez de la paille
Les fusils, la mitraille,
Les grenades.
Ohé ! les tueurs
A la balle et au couteau
Tuez vite !
Ohé ! saboteurs
Attention à ton fardeau ...
Dynamite ...

C'est nous qui brisons
Les barreaux des prisons
Pour nos frères.
La haine à nos trousses
Et la faim qui nous pousse,
La misère.
Il y a des pays
Où les gens au creux des lits
Font des rêves.
Ici, nous vois-tu
Nous on marche et nous on tue
Nous on crève ...

Ici, chacun sait
Ce qu'il veut, ce qu'il fait
Quand il passe
Ami, si tu tombes,
Un ami sort de l'ombre
A ta place.
Demain du sang noir
Séchera au grand soleil
Sur les routes.
Chantez compagnons,
Dans la nuit, la liberté
Nous écoute ...

Ami, entends-tu
Les cris sourds du pays qu'on
Enchaîne !
Ami, entends-tu
Le vol noir des corbeaux sur nos plaines ...

The Mystic's Dream (Loreena McKennitt)

A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
There that my heart is longing for
All for the love of you

A painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
The eyes declare a truce of trust
Then it draws me far away
Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky
Darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home

And so it's there that my homage's due
Clutch-ed by the still of the night
Now I feel, feel you move
And every breath, breath is full
So it's there my homage's due
Clutch-ed by the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you

A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
There at my heart is longing for
All for the love of you

Johnny Cash - a boy named Sue

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to Ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me 'Sue.'

Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue.'

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man that give me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'Sue.'

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' how do you do! Now you gonna die!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down but, to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said good-bye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's that name that helped to make you strong."

He said: 'Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'.'

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I come away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but sue! I still hate that name!

Yeah, the man in black rules!!!! popo Nanou popo

Allez, une autre chanson de Johnny le Redoutable :

Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin´
it´s rolling round the bend
and I ain´t seen the sunshine since I don´t know when,
I´m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin´ on
but that train keeps a rollin´ on down to San Anton..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
always be a good boy, don´t ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
now every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and cry..

I bet there´s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
they´re probally drinkin´ coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can´t be free
but those people keep a movin´
and that´s what torture means...

Well if they´d free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I´d move just a little further down the line
far from Folsom prison is where I long to stay
and I´d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....

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La Rue Ketanou, un ordinaire, sur leur premier album.

Allez patron, un ordinaire
Comme moi, un ordinaire

J'veux voir le cul de tes bouteilles
Et au diable leur pudeur
Toutes, il faut que j'les essaie
Que j'les dépucelle, sur l'heure

Allez patron, un ordinaire
Comme moi, un ordinaire

Il a d'la gueule, ton comptoir
Laisse moi donc lui faire honneur
Il a l'allure d'un boulevard
Boulevard que j'connais par coeur

Allez patron, un ordinaire
Comme moi, un ordinaire

J'boirais à ta santé
Pour ton bien, comme un docteur
J'te reserve chaque gorgée
Pas vrai que j'suis un vrai docteur

Allez patron, un ordinaire
Comme moi, un ordinaire

Moi j'crains pas la goutte d'eau
Qui fait déborder le vase
C'est pas un verre de trop
Qui f'ra déborder l'ardoise

Allez patron, un ordinaire
Comme moi, un ordinaire

Mec une tournée générale,
J'te la siffle à moi tout seul
Sans fausse note, mon général
Moi tout seul, tout seul, tout seul

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Un classique de Tommy. Ambiance, ambiance...

get me out, get me out, get me out of this room, let me see.
cut it out, cut it out, rip it out from this wound, let me bleed.
but wait now, wait now for me... won't you...

shut it out, shut it out, black it out with the night, to put me at ease won't
you...
talk it out, talk it out, yell out to the ghosts that stalk the street.
but wait now, wait now for me...

and we'll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea.
i've been waiting for so long.

take my hand, take my hand, kiss me softly, then take your leave..won't you..
sit down, sit down, take the weight of me, let me grieve.
but wait now, wait now for me.

and we'll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea.
i've been waiting for so long.

but wait now, wait now for me.

and we'll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea.
i've been waiting for so long.

Je doute que se réveiller avec Je suis de celles (Bénabar) dans la tête soit un bon présage de... enfin, soit un bon présage, mais c'est rien que la faute à mon inconscient.

Tiens, qu'est-ce que tu fais là ?
C'est moi, c'est Nathalie
Quoi tu me reconnais pas ?
Mais si...

On était ensemble au lycée
C'est vrai, j'ai changé
J'ai des enfants, un mari
Bah quoi, t'as l'air surpris

J'étais pas destinée
A une vie bien rangée
J'étais perdue
Mon mari m'a trouvée

J'étais de celles
Qui disent jamais non
Les "Marie couche-toi là"
Dont on oublie le nom

J'étais pas la jolie
Moi, j'étais sa copine
Celle qu'on voit à peine
Qu'on appelle machine

J'avais deux ans de plus
Peut-être deux ans de trop
Et j'aimais les garçons
Peut-être un peu trop

Bien sûr, vous aviez eu
Des dizaines de conquêtes
Que personnes n'avaient vues
Toujours pendant les fêtes

Pour beaucoup d'entre vous
Je suis la première fois
De celles qui comptent
Mais pas tant que ça

Je n'étais pas de celles
A qui l'on fait la cour
Moi, j'étais de celles
Qui sont déjà d'accord

Vous veniez chez moi
Mais dès le lendemain
Vous refusiez en public
De me tenir la main

Quand vous m'embrassiez
A l'abri des regards
Je savais pourquoi
Pour pas qu'on puisse nous voir

Alors je fermais les yeux
A m'en fendre les paupières
Pendant que pour guetter
Vous les gardiez ouverts

Je me répétais :
" faut pas que je m'attache "
Vous vous pensiez :
" il faut pas que ça se sache "

Mais une fois dans mes bras
Vos murmures essoufflés
C'est à moi, rien qu'à moi
Qu'ils étaient destinés

Enlacée contre vous
A respirer vos cheveux
Je le sais, je l'affirme
Vous m'aimiez un peu

Certaines tombent amoureuses
C'est pur, ça les élève
Moi, je tombais amoureuse
Comme on tombe d'une chaise

Et gonflés de l'avoir fait
Vous donniez conférence
Une souris qu'on dissèque
Mon corps pour la science

Je nourrissais
Vos blagues de caserne
Que vous pensiez viriles
Petits hommes des cavernes

D'avoir pour moi
Un seul mot de tendresse
Vous apparaissait
Comme la pire des faiblesses

Vous les fiers à bras
Vous parliez en experts
Oubliant qu'dans mes bras
Vous faisiez moins les fiers

Et les autres filles
Perfides petites saintes
M'auraient tondue les cheveux
A une autre époque

Celles qui ont l'habitude
Qu'on les cajole
Ignorent la solitude
Que rien ne console

Vous veniez chez moi
Mais dès le lendemain
Vous refusiez en public
De me tenir la main.

...

Invité

Counting Crows, colorblind

I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am
Taffy stuck, tongue tied
Stuttered shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding
I am
colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am.... fine
I am fine

Invité

espéce de copiteur Clive les même goût que moi ça suffit hein grrrr

Invité

Que veux-tu, on a la classe ou on l'a pas.

La chanson d'une nana qui révèle à son homme tous les trucs qu'elle a essayé, tous les registres dont elle a joué pour le séduire ... mais maintenant ... elle aimerait être aimée pour elle-même, telle qu'elle est vraiment ... Very Happy

Das grosse Erwachen
(Annett Louisan)

Ich tat sehr viel Stoff in mein Dekoltee,
pflegte meine Haut und mein Renomee.
Ich hab mich benommen, so als hätte ich Stil,
noch ein Schlückchen Sekt, ach bitte nich so viel.
Ich hab mich bemalt, damit du mich siehst
Ich hab mich geaalt, wie ein kleines biest
Ich war die blonde Elfe mit gesenktem blick,
doch das war nur ein Trick,
damit ich dich krieg'.

refrain:
Und jetzt möchte ich, dass du mich liebst
ganz genauso wie ich wirklich bin
und mir all' meine albernen Macken vergibst,
meine Fehler, jetzt verdammt,
nimm' sie hin.

Hab' nich viel gesagt, damit man dich hört.
Hab' nich laut gelacht, nur falls es dich stört.
Du hast viel erzählt, ich tat interessiert,
dabei hab ich kaum was davon kapiert.
Ich hab dich verführt, so als hätt' ich Lust,
dabei ganz bewusst nich zu selbstbewusst.
Ich hab mich verrenkt unter deinem zelt
und hab so getan,
als ob es mir gefällt.

refrain:
Und jetzt möchte ich, dass du mich liebst,
ganz genauso wie ich wirklich bin
und mir all' meine albernen Macken vergibst,
meine Fehler, jetzt verdammt,
nimm' sie hin.

Ich hab mich gefärbt. Ich hab mich gebräunt.
Ich hab doof geguckt, immer schön verträumt.
Als einzige Lasche, zwischen all den schnallen
hab ich mich verstellt,
um dir zu gefallen

refrain:
Und jetzt möchte ich, dass du mich liebst
ganz genauso wie ich wirklich bin
und mir all' meine albernen Macken vergibst
meine Fehler, jetzt verdammt,
nimm' sie hin.

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