Dinsdag 21 december 2004
Ladies Of The Chorus
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Ladies Of The Chorus
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Dinsdag 21 december 2004
Ballade À La Lune
Ballade À La Lune
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
C'était, dans la nuit brune
Sur un clocher jauni
La lune
Comme un point sur un "i"
Lune, quel esprit sombre
Promène au bout d'un fil
Dans l'ombre
Ta face et ton profil?
Es-tu l'œil du ciel borgne?
Quel chérubin cafard
Nous lorgne
Sous ton masque blafard?
Est-ce un ver qui te ronge
Quand ton disque noirci
S'allonge
En croissant rétréci?
Es-tu, je t'en soupçonne
Le vieux cadran de fer
Qui sonne
L'heure aux damnés d'enfer?
Sur ton front qui voyage
Ce soir ont-ils compté
Quel âge
À leur éternité?
Qui t'avait éborgnée
L'autre nuit? T'étais-tu
Cognée
Contre un arbre pointu?
Car tu vins, pâle et morne
Coller sur mes carreaux
Ta corne
À travers les barreaux
Lune, en notre mémoire
De tes belles amours
L'histoire
T'embellira toujours
Et toujours rajeunie
Tu seras du passant
Bénie
Pleine lune ou croissant
Et qu'il vente ou qu'il neige
Moi-même, chaque soir
Que fais-je
Venant ici m'asseoir?
Je viens voir à la brune
Sur le clocher jauni
La lune
Comme un point sur un "i"
Je viens voir à la brune
Sur le clocher jauni
La lune
Comme un point sur un "i"
Maandag 20 december 2004
Ladies Of The Canyon
Ladies Of The Canyon
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
Trina wears her wampum beads
She fills her drawing book with line
Sewing lace on widows' weeds
And filigree on leaf and vine
Vine and leaf are filigree
And her coat's a secondhand one
Trimmed with antique luxury
She is a lady of the canyon
Annie sits you down to eat
She always makes you welcome in
Cats and babies 'round her feet
And all are fat and none are thin
None are thin and all are fat
She may bake some brownies today
Saying, you are welcome back
She is another canyon lady
Estrella circus girl
Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls
Songs like tiny hammers hurled
At beveled mirrors in empty halls
Empty halls and beveled mirrors
Sailing seas and climbing banyans
Come out for a visit here
To be a lady of the canyon
Trina takes her paints and her threads
And she weaves a pattern all her own
Annie bakes her cakes and her breads
And she gathers flowers for her home
For her home she gathers flowers
And Estrella, dear companion
Colors up the sunshine hours
Pouring music down the canyon
Coloring the sunshine hours
They are the ladies of the canyon
Maandag 20 december 2004
Ballad Om Censuren
Ballad Om Censuren
Composer(s): Cornelis Vreeswijk
Performer(s): Cornelis Vreeswijk
För erotikens faror bevare barnen små
som inte har en aning om hur illa det kan gå
Nej, låt dom hoppa hage och leka militär
och skjuta på varandra med leksaksgevär
Låt barnen kriga lugnt och snällt
så glömmer dom allt sexuellt
som hotar dom från alla håll
Och nog är det väl tur
att vi här i landet har ordning och censur
I Sodom och Gomorra var disciplinen svag
och den som kritiserade blev hängd samma dag
Poliserna var busar, borgmästarn en kanalj
och den som drack mest öl och brännvin, fick guldmedalj
Moralen var det uselt med
för tiden hade gått ur led
Det syndades båd' natt och dag, i ur som i skur
I Sodom och Gomorra fanns det ingen censur
Ivan den förskräcklige han var en märklig man
Han gjorde som han ville
Gör om det om ni kan!
Han hade vilda vanor
Han ställde höga krav
På dem som kritiserade höggs huvudet av
Och ingen tordes göra nåt
för Ivan kunde höra nåt
Och han var inte god att tas med, när han blev sur
Ivan den förskräcklige var svag för censur
Damer utan kläder ska man inte titta på
Fy skäms på sig, medborgare, som tittar ändå!
Det är onaturligt att se en kvinna bar
Det kan man bli förstörd av, den saken är klar
Hon skulle haft på sig något lätt
och dansat klassisk rysk balett
Då hade det varit konst och befrämjat vår kultur
Det här är väl ingen konst: Censur! Censur!
Kanhända att ni anser att sådant inte stör
men lita på kritiken, den vet vad den gör
Dom ser vad som är bra och tillåtet för publik
Dom ser vad som är dåligt och skriver kritik
Medborgare, så fort ni ser
att något omoraliskt sker
eller ni får syn på nåt som inte är kultur
Vänd blicken bort och blunda och skrik på censur!
Zondag 19 december 2004
La-Di-Da-Di
La-Di-Da-Di
((Adapted from: Sukiyaki (by Kyu Sakamoto) - 1961))
Composer(s): Hachidai Nakamura - Rokusuke Ei - Doug E. Fresh - Slick Rick
Performer(s): Doug E. Fresh & M.C. Ricky D - 1985
Titles In Other Languages:
1963 - Sukiyaki (by Otto Brandenburg)
1980 - Sukiyaki (by A Taste Of Honey)
1993 - Lodi Dodi (by Snoop Doggy Dogg)
Slick Rick:
OK, party people in the house
You're about to witness something you've never witnessed before
Yes, it's the original human beat box, Doug E. Fresh
And his partner, the grand wizard, MC Ricky D, D
And that's me in the place to be
And we gonna show you how we do it for '85, kickin' live, alright
Because, um, I've got a funny feeling, um
you're all sick of all these crap rappers
Bitin' their rhymes because um they're back-stabbers
But when it comes to me and my friend Doug Fresh here
There is no competition 'cause we are the best, yeah
But let's impress which we prove
And ya all will realize that we are the move
So listen close so you all don't miss
As we go a little somethin' like this
Hit it
Ah yeah
You know what
La-Di-Da-Di
La-Di-Da-Di
La-Di
La-Di
You know what, yo peep this
La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody, we're
Just some men thats on the mic
And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic right
For all of y'all keepin y'all in health
Just to see ya smile and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditioning
That we create, 'cause that's our mission
So listen to what we say
Because this type of shit, it happens everyday
I woke up around ten o' clock in the mornin'
I gave myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawnin'
Went to the bathroom to wash up
Had some soap on my face and my hand up on a cup
I said, um, mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the top choice of them all
There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said you are you conceited bastard
Well that's true, thats why we never have no beef
So then I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth
Used Oil Of Olay 'cause my skin gets pale
And then I got the files for my fingernails
Chewed through the night and on my behalf
I put the bubbles in the tub so I could have a bubble bath
Clean, dry was my body and hair
I threw on my brand new Gucci underwear
For all the girls I might take home
I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and the Polo cologne
Fresh dressed like a million bucks
Threw on the bally shoes and the fly green socks
Stepped out my house stopped short, oh no
I went back in, I forgot my kangol
And then I dilly (dallied)
I ran though a (alley)
I bumped into my homegirl (Sally)
From the (valley)
This is the girl plays hard to get so I said
Whats wrong 'cause she looked upset, she said
It's all because of you I'm feelin' sad and blue
You went away and now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you so, how much you'll never know
'Cause you took your love away from me
Now what was I to do, she's cryin' over me
And she was feelin' blue
I said, um, don't cry, dry your eye
Here comes your mother with those two little guys
Her mean mother stepped up, said to me hi
Looked Sally in the face and decked her in the eye
Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet
Slammed the child on the hard concrete
The bitch was strong, the kids was gone
Something was wrong, I said what is goin' on
I tried to break it up, I said stop it, leave her
She said, if I can't have you, she can't either
She grabbed me closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox, but
She gave chase; she caught up quick
She put a finger in the face of MC Rick
She said why don't you give me a play
So we can go cruisin' in my oj
And if you give me that OK
I'll give you all my love today
Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, can't you see
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your jazzy ways, oh
MC Rick my love is here to stay
And on and on and on she kept on
The bitch been around before my mother's born
I said cheer up, I gave her a kiss
I said you can't have me, I'm too young for you miss
She says no you're not, then she starts cryin'
I says I'm nineteen, she said stop lyin'
I says I am, go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover
To the tick tock ya don't stop
To the tick tick ya don't quit, hit it ...
Zondag 19 december 2004
Ballad Of Thunder Road
Ballad Of Thunder Road
Composer(s): Robert Mitchum - Don Raye
First release by: Robert Mitchum - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Let me tell the story, I can tell it all
About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol
His daddy made the whiskey, son, he drove the load
When his engine roared, they called the highway Thunder Road
Sometimes into Ashville, sometimes Memphis town
The revenoors chased him but they couldn’t run him down
Each time they thought they had him, his engine would explode
He'd go by like they were standin’ still on Thunder Road
And there was thunder, thunder over Thunder Road
Thunder was his engine, and white lightning was his load
There was moonshine, moonshine to quench the Devil’s thirst
The law they swore they'd get him, but the Devil got him first
On the first of April, nineteen fifty-four
A Federal man sent word he’d better make his run no more
He said two hundred agents were coverin’ the state
Whichever road he tried to take, they’d get him sure as fate
Son, his Daddy told him, make this run your last
The tank is filled with hundred-proof, you’re all tuned up and gassed
Now, don’t take any chances, if you can’t get through
I’d rather have you back again than all that mountain dew
And there was thunder, thunder over Thunder Road
Thunder was his engine, and white lightning was his load
There was moonshine, moonshine to quench the Devil’s thirst
The law they swore they'd get him, but the Devil got him first
Roarin’ out of Harlan, revvin’ up his mill
He shot the gap at Cumberland, and screamed by Maynordsville
With T-men on his taillights, roadblocks up ahead
The mountain boy took roads that even Angels feared to tred
Blazing right through Knoxville, out on Kingston Pike
Then right outside of Bearden, they made the fatal strike
He left the road at 90; that’s all there is to say
The devil got the moonshine and the mountain boy that day
Zaterdag 18 december 2004
L'addition
L'addition
Composer(s): J.L. Dabadie - Michel Legrand
Performer(s): Yves Montand
Des jours heureux, une colombe
Des soirs qui tombent, un regard bleu
Plus un sanglot, plus un violon
La vie et tout ce temps cassé
Que l'on appelle le passé
Plus l'avenir en dix leçons
De nos prophètes bénévoles
Plus une bombe sur une école
Et les oiseaux qui chantent après
L'avion ne l'a pas fait exprès
Plus les amis dans la maison
Moins ceux qui pour toujours s'en vont
Les enfants sont déjà devant
Ôté de nous, ôté de moi
Il ne nous reste pas beaucoup
Plus les combats, le cœur qui bat
Les défaites souvent secrètes
Et tous les doutes qu' on redoute
Mas quand on a perdu le nôtre
Il y a encore l'espoir des autres
Multiplié par les idées
Divisé par tous les mots d'ordre
Certains finissent par confondre
Certains ne peuvent pas répondre
Bouche sans cri au bout d'une corde
Et plus la pluie et le bon temps
Et l' herbe qui pousse entre-temps
Plus tous les désobéissants
Qui ne veulent plus se mettre en rang
Les enfants sont déjà devant
Moins ceux qui sont encore à naître
Plus l' inconnu dans la fenêtre
Et plus l' amour de quelques-uns
Et plus ou moins de quelques-unes
Je pose tout, je retiens une
Égale...
Égale un homme en équilibre
Sur trois vers
De Prévert
Mais ce sont des vers libres
Zaterdag 18 december 2004
Ballad Of The War Wagon
Ballad Of The War Wagon
Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin - Ned Washington
Performer(s): Ed Ames
Look at those horses! What are they draggin'?
Look at those horses! What are they draggin'
Heavily guarded, what is that wagon?
Most men are fightin' for a wagon full of gold
Scratchin' and fightin' for a wagon full of gold
My piece of land, my cattle brand
A place to rest my head
A feelin' of a woman's love are all you really need for livin'
Look at those horses! What are they draggin'?
Three years in prison made me dream a lot of dreams
Sometimes the dream is not as easy as it seems
But wrong or right I have to fight
'Cause when the truth is told
All men are fightin' for a wagon full of gold
Look at those horses! What are they draggin'
Heavily guarded, what is that wagon?
Look at those horses! What are they draggin'
Heavily guarded, what is that wagon?
Most men are fightin' for a wagon full of gold
Scratchin' and fightin' for a wagon full of gold
My piece of land, my cattle brand
A place to rest my head
A feelin' of a woman's love are all you really need for livin'
Look at those horses! What are they draggin'?
Three years in prison made me dream a lot of dreams
Sometimes the dream is not as easy as it seems
But wrong or right I have to fight
'Cause when the truth is told
All men are fightin' for a
Strugglin' for a
Searchin' for a
Strivin' for a
Wagon full of gold!
Full of gold!
Vrijdag 17 december 2004
L'acteur
L'acteur
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
Tu ris tu pleures
mais tu as peur
tout brûle en toi
mais tu as froid
tu ne dis rien
mais tu as faim
ton rire est faux
comme un sanglot
mauvais acteur
sans spectateur
tu fais le beau
sans un bravo
tu joues la vie
en tragédie
mais on se lasse
de tes grimaces
comme un pantin
tu tournes en vain
tu cherches encore
de quoi briller
dans le décor de tes regrets
que cherches-tu
pauvre ingénu
n'entends-tu pas
qu'on rit de toi
tu parles haut
mais à quoi bon
c'est ton écho
qui te répond
comme un pantin
tu tournes en vain
sous la couronne
des illusions
tu n'es qu'un homme
à l'abandon
rideaux tirés
masque jeté
la salle est vide
ton cœur se ride
pourquoi tricher
pourquoi mentir
pourquoi chercher
à t'éblouir
mauvais acteur
sans spectateur
on y a cru
on n'y croit plus
tu parles fort
mais à quoi bon
voici la mort
qui te répond
qui te répond
qui te répond qui te répond
Vrijdag 17 december 2004
Ballad Of The Illinois Opry
Ballad Of The Illinois Opry
Composer(s): Kevin Cronin
Performer(s): REO Speedwagon
Found myself heading down toward Springfield
The last sign said it was twelve miles west
It's gettin' hard to see through the salt on my windshield
But it looks like I'm gonna make it before the sun sets
The morning I arrived was Lincoln's birthday
So I walked through his house and saw his tomb
I decided that a tour through the Civil War Memorial Museum would be a drag
I was tired of seeing monuments about other men's doom
Now I don't want you people to think that all there is around Springfield Illinois
Are landmarks telling `bout the good old Lincoln years
Cus just north of town I saw a sign that said the Illinois Opry is open tonight
And the sweet sound of country music filled my ears
And I want to be a star in the Illinois Opry now
The people in the country certainly know how to play
It may be a while before I'm ready
But I'm gonna be up on that stage someday
I could easily write a whole song about the licks that guitar man was pickin'
I could go on for hours `bout the old boy on pedal steel
But I'm not singing `bout people who were just playin' music
I'm singing about how fine their music made me feel
There's a lot of people who have taken years of lessons
Trying to learn how to make their music fit the trend
But the simple folks at the Opry have got somethin' special
And I think that we all could use a lesson or two from them
And I want to be a star in the Illinois Opry now
The people in the country certainly know how to play
It maybe a while before I'm ready
But I'm gonna be up on that stage someday
Donderdag 16 december 2004
Lacrima E Pioggia
Lacrima E Pioggia
((English, French, & German Versions: Rain And Tears (by Aphrodite's Child);
Quelques Larmes De Pluie (by Dalida); Regenzeit-Tränenleid (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Pallavincini - Pachelbel - E. Papathanassieu - Boris Bergman
Performer(s): Dalida
Piangi e tu, dici che
Non é, non è
Che pioggia su di te
Io lo so, so come sei
E mai, e mai io crederti potrò
Già troppe volte ormai
Han pianto gli occhi tuoi
Piangi e tu, dici che
Non è, non è
Che pioggia su di te
Già troppe volte ormai
Han pianto gli occhi tuoi
Piangi e tu dici che
Non è non è
Che pioggia su di te
Piangi e tu non lo sai
Che ma che mai
Lasciarti io potrei
Piova o no, se vorrai
Negli occhi tuoi
Il sole porterò
Donderdag 16 december 2004
Ballad Of The Green Berets
Ballad Of The Green Berets
Composer(s): Barry Sadler - Robert Moore
Performer(s): Barry Sadler
and multiple other artists
Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the Green Berets
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his last request
"Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret"
Woensdag 15 december 2004
Lace Covered Window
Lace Covered Window
Performer(s): The Tidbits; The Small Faces
When you walk through the world all alone
And your dreams went to ashes behind you
Then the tears in your eyes will remind you
Of a view through a lace covered window
Nothing seems very clear anymore
In your world everything is uncertain
How you wish you could pull back the curtain
Just to see through that lace covered window
See the world through that lace covered window
(But you'll never know just what life has in store)
(What's waiting there to greet you)
(So pull back the curtain and maybe once more)
(True love is there to meet you)
So you'll walk side by side through the world
No more times full of darkness and sorrow
Every day is a bright new tomorrow
When you go through that lace covered window
Every day is a bright new tomorrow
When you go through that lace covered window
Let the sun through that lace covered window
Woensdag 15 december 2004
Ballad Of The Chrome Nun
Ballad Of The Chrome Nun
Composer(s): David Freiberg - Grace Slick
Performer(s): Paul Kantner & Grace Slick
Look in the mirror you're lookin' guilty
Did the devil just give you the nod
You may be thinking you're funny lookin'
Well you're right that's right you're plenty odd
But think about it think about it
If you were funny enough
You could play great god
And I would fall down on my knees to you
Fall down flat on my face
I don't have to ask you where you're going
I just sit here laughing & I watch the race
Nobody needs to baptize me
Anytime I laugh I got religion
Cross my forehead cross my knees
I'll take any good sign I'm a clay pigeon
Nobody needs to baptize me
Anytime I laugh I got religion
And I fall down on my knees to you
I fall down flat on my face
Dinsdag 14 december 2004
L'accordéoniste
L'accordéoniste
Composer(s): Michel Emer
First release by: Edith Piaf - 1942
Covered by multiple other artists
La fille de joie est belle
Au coin de la rue là-bas
Elle a une clientèle
Qui lui remplit son bas
Quand son boulot s'achève
Elle s'en va à son tour
Chercher un peu de rêve
Dans un bal du faubourg
Son homme est un artiste
C'est un drôle d' p'tit gars
Un accordéoniste
Qui sait jouer la java
Elle écoute la java
Mais elle ne la danse pas
Elle ne regarde même pas la piste
Et ses yeux amoureux
Suivent le jeu nerveux
Et les doigts secs et longs de l'artiste
Ça lui rentre dans la peau
Par le bas, par le haut
Elle a envie de chanter
C'est physique
Tout son être est tendu
Son souffle est suspendu
C'est une vraie tordue de la musique
La fille de joie est triste
Au coin de la ru là-bas
Son accordéoniste
Il est parti soldat
Quand il reviendra de la guerre
Ils prendront une maison
Elle sera la caissière
Et lui, sera le patron
Que la vie sera belle
Ils seront de vrais pachas
Et tous les soirs pour elle
Il jouera la java
Elle écoute la java
Qu'elle fredonne tout bas
Elle revoit son accordéoniste
Et ses yeux amoureux
Suivent le jeu nerveux
Et les doigts secs et longs de l'artiste
Ça lui rentre dans la peau
Par le bas, par le haut
Elle a envie de pleurer
C'est physique
Tout son être est tendu
Son souffle est suspendu
C'est une vraie tordue de la musique
La fille de joie est seule
Au coin de la rue là-bas
Les filles qui font la gueule
Les hommes n'en veulent pas
Et tant pis si elle crève
Son homme ne reviendra plus
Adieux tous les beaux rêves
Sa vie, elle est foutue
Pourtant ses jambes tristes
L'emmènent au boui-boui
Où 'y a un autre artiste
Qui joue toute la nuit
Elle écoute la java...
...elle entend la java
...elle a fermé les yeux
...et les doigts secs et nerveux...
Ça lui rentre dans la peau
Par le bas, par le haut
Elle a envie de gueuler
C'est physique
Alors pour oublier
Elle s'est mise à danser, à tourner
Au son de la musique...
... Arrêtez!
Arrêtez la musique!...
Dinsdag 14 december 2004
Ballad Of The Alamo
Ballad Of The Alamo
Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin - Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Marty Robbins
and multiple other artists
In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Antone
There's a fortress all in ruin that the weeds have overgrown
You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a one
But sometime between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle as the men go marching by
You can hear them as they answer to that roll call in the sky
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett and a hundred eighty more
Captain Dickenson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for
Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis
"Get some volunteers and go fortify the Alamo"
Well, the men came from Texas and from old Tennessee
And they joined up with Travis just to fight for the right to be free
Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders
Stood together heel and toe to defend the Alamo
"You may never see your loved ones," Travis told them that day
"Those that want to can leave now, those who'll fight to the death, let 'em stay"
In the sand he drew a line with his army sabre
Out of a hundred eighty five, not a soldier crossed the line
With his banners a-dancin' in the dawn's golden light
Santa Anna came prancin' on a horse that was black as the night
He sent an officer to tell Travis to surrender
Travis answered with a shell and a rousin' rebel yell
Santa Anna turned scarlet: "Play Degüello," he roared
"I will show them no quarter, everyone will be put to the sword"
One hundred and eighty five holdin' back five thousand
Five days, six days, eight days, ten; Travis held and held again
Then he sent for replacements for his wounded and lame
But the troops that were comin' never came, never came, never came
Twice he charged, then blew recall
On the fatal third time
Santa Anna breached the wall and he killed them one and all
Now the bugles are silent and there's rust on each sword
And the small band of soldiers lie asleep in the arms of The Lord
In the southern part of Texas, near the town of San Antone
Like a statue on his Pinto rides a cowboy all alone
And he sees the cattle grazin' where a century before
Santa Anna's guns were blazin' and the cannons used to roar
And his eyes turn sort of misty, and his heart begins to glow
And he takes his hat off slowly to the men of Alamo
To the thirteen days of glory at the seige of Alamo
Maandag 13 december 2004
L'accident
L'accident
((Adapted from: Vehicle (by The Ides of March) - 1970))
Composer(s): Jim Peterik - Eddy Mitchell
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1970
Dès que j'étendis l'horrible choc
Provoqué par l'accident
J'ai bondi, bousculant des personnes
Qui restaient là les bras ballants
J'avais peur de savoir
J'avais peur de te voir
Couchée là, étendue
Brisée et presque nue
Et tu es là
C'est toi
L'accident ne t'épargne pas
Pourquoi le ciel a-t-il voulu ça?
Et j'ai revu dans ma mémoire
Les causes de l'accident
Tu vivais perdue dans ta nuit noire
Des amours de femme-enfant
Je m'éloignais de toi
Et tu doutais de moi
Rongée par les remords
Tu as cherché la mort
Et tu es là
C'est toi
L'accident ne t'épargne pas
Pourquoi le ciel a-t-il voulu ça?
Mais pourquoi?
Ça y est l'ambulance est partie
T'emmenant vers le repos
Tu vivras, le docteur l'a dit
J'ai bu chacun de ses mots
Maintenant j'ai mes remords
Bien sûr j'ai eu des torts
Je me croyais très fort
Bien plus que l'eau qui dort
Et je reste là
Sans toi
L'accident ne m'épargne pas
Pourquoi le ciel a-t-il voulu ça?
Et j'ai très mal
Si mal
Que tout au monde m'est égal
Pourquoi le ciel a-t-il voulu ça?
Maandag 13 december 2004
L'absent
L'absent
Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Qu'elle est lourde à porter l'absence de l'ami
L'ami qui tous les soirs venait à cette table
Et qui ne viendra plus, la mort est misérable
Qui poignarde le cœur et qui te déconstruit
Il avait dit un jour: "Lorsque je partirai
Pour les lointains pays au-delà de la terre
Vous ne pleurerez pas, vous lèverez vos verres
Et vous boirez pour moi à mon éternité"
Dans le creux de mes nuits, pourtant, je voudrais bien
Boire à son souvenir pour lui rester fidèle
Mais j'ai trop de chagrin et sa voix qui m'appelle
Se plante comme un clou dans le creux de ma main
Alors je reste là au bord de mon passé
Silencieux et vaincu, pendant que sa voix passe
Et j'écoute la vie s'installer à sa place
Sa place qui pourtant demeure abandonnée
La vie de chaque jour aux minuscules joies
Veut remplir à tout prix le vide de l'absence
Mais elle ne pourra pas, avec ses manigances
Me prendre mon ami pour la seconde fois
Qu'elle est lourde à porter l'absence de l'ami
Qu'elle est lourde à porter l'absence de l'ami!
Maandag 13 december 2004
Ballad Of Mott The Hoople
Ballad Of Mott The Hoople
Composer(s): Buffin V. Allen - Ian Hunter - Mick Ralphs - Overend Watts
Performer(s): Mott The Hoople
I changed my name in search of fame
To find the midas touch
Oh I wish I'd never wanted then
What I want now twice as much
We crossed the mighty oceans
And we had a few divides
But we never crossed emotion
For we felt too much inside
You know all the tales we tell
You know the band so well
Still I feel, somehow, we let you down
We went off somewhere on the way
And now I see we have to pay
The rock'n'roll circus is in town
Buffin lost his child-like dreams
And mick lost his guitar
And verden grew a line or two
And overend's just a rock'n'roll star
Behind these shades the visions fade
As I learn a thing or two
Oh but if I had my time again
You all know just what I'd do
Rock'n'roll's a loser's game
It mesmerises and I can't explain
The reasons for the sights and for the sounds
We went off somewhere on the way
And now I see we have to pay
The rock'n'roll circus is in town
So rock'n'roll's a loser's game
It mesmerises and I can't explain
The reasons for the sights and for the sounds
The greasepaint still sticks to my face
So what the hell, I can't erase
The rock'n'roll feeling from my mind
From my mind...from my mind...from my mind
From my miiiiiind...from my miiiiind...from my miiiiiiiiind
From my miiiiiiiiiiiind
Zondag 12 december 2004
Laberinto De Tinieblas
