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lundi, 31 août 2009

Guster - Ruby falls

Mention spéciale pour cette chanson, qui apparaîtra, du coup, dans sa totalité (... facebook, paroles + deezer). C'est un plaisir personnel que je me fais car j'aime souvent lire les paroles en écoutant, cela double le bonheur...

La vidéo, c'est plus pour les flemmards qui n'ont pas envie de chercher dans ma playlist deezer... si, si, j'en connais !


Tonight
Where do we go from here?
The road to Ruby Falls has reached the end
And now we're digging in the sand
They're promising that help is on the way

Love, confession number one
Impossible and sorry
And judge, can you look the other way?
Some things are best unsaid

And now where can we go from here
When all the morning birds have gone away
Two wrongs won't navigate tonight
The afterlife is all in the end
The afterlife is ours in the end

Love, don't look me in the eye
Just wash it all down
And judge, can you let me know the way
We're outta here, straight outta here

Somewhere down buried in the sand
Two birds give out a song
And all of Ruby Falls is singing along

Sing along...

(...gone and turned away (?))

... et le pire, c'est quand on découvre les paroles...

On la dirait écrite pour moi !...

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jeudi, 27 août 2009

The Airborne Toxic Event - Sometime Around Midnight

And it starts, sometime around midnight.
Or at least that’s when you lose yourself
for a minute or two.
As you stand, under the bar lights.
And the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while.
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile.
And that white dress she’s wearing
you haven’t seen her for a while.

But you know, that she’s watching.
She’s laughing, she’s turning.
She’s holding her tonic like a cross.
The room’s suddenly spinning.
She walks up and asks how you are.
So you can smell her perfume.
You can see her lying naked in your arms.

And so there’s a change, in your emotions.
And all these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind.
Of the curl of your bodies,
like two perfect circles entwined.
And you feel hopeless and homeless
and lost in the haze of the wine.

Then she leaves, with someone you don’t know.
But she makes sure you saw her.
She looks right at you and bolts.
As she walks out the door,
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes.
Oh and when your friends say,
“What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Then you walk, under the streetlights.
And you’re too drunk to notice,
that everyone is staring at you.
You just don’t care what you look like,
the world is falling around you.

You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You know that she’ll break you in two.

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Norah Jones-Sunrise

Personal pleasure...


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vendredi, 21 août 2009

Supertramp – Lord Is It Mine

Parfait pour un soir de blues...
y'a même pas de vrai clip, la loose...


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mercredi, 19 août 2009

Jean-Jacques Goldman - Peur de rien blues

Y a des choses qu'on pense
Qu'on voyait pas comme ça
Mais on garde le silence
Et on presse le pas
Des regards qu'on détourne
Des gestes qu'on fait pas
La conscience un peu sourde
Et pas très fier de soi

Quand la dose est trop lourde
Quand l'blues va un peu loin
J'prends ma guitare à la main
J'ai peur de rien.

Y a des choses qu'on peut faire
Et puis celles qu'on doit pas
Y a tout c'qu'on doit taire
Tout c'qui ne se dit pas
Des vies qui nous attirent
De brûlures et de clous
Oui, mais ne pas les vivre
C'est encore pire que tout
De sagesse en dérive
De regrets en dégoûts
Y a qu'une guitare à la main
Qu'j'ai peur de rien

Quand les juges délibèrent
Si j'fais mal ou j'fais bien
Si j'suis vraiment sincère
Moi, j'sais même plus très bien
Quand les rumeurs "vipèrent"
Quand l'image déteint
Il m'reste ce vrai mystère
Et ça, ça m'appartient
Quand je frôle la lumière
Qu'un instant je la tiens
Avec ma guitare à la main
J'ai peur de rien

Y a des choses qu'on pense
Qu'on voyait pas comme ça
Mais on garde le silence
Et on presse le pas
Des regards qu'on détourne
Des gestes qu'on fait pas
La conscience un peu sourde
Et pas très fier de soi
Quand la dose est trop lourde
Quand l'blues va un peu loin
J'prends ma guitare à la main
Et j'ai peur de rien


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vendredi, 14 août 2009

Soirée Milow...

J'adore le velouté de sa voix, j'adore ses mélodies, c'est mon coup de coeur du moment, cet album de Milow (*)...


 

I made the call just too late
At the end of May
I just thought I could wait
For one more day
In the time that passed
You went down so fast
You went down so fast

Out of my reach, out of my hands
I didn't understand
I would have changed all my plans

An empty house, a setting sun
At four a.m.
Some battles fought are battles won
But this ain't one of them
One more shadow cast
You went down so fast
You went down so fast

Out of my reach, out of my hands
I didn't understand
I would have changed all my plans
Out of my reach, out of my hands

And now the leaves are turning brown
I watch 'em blow
Where the earth pulls them down
I let you go
As your breath unwinds
Through the restless pines

Out of my reach, out of my hands
I didn't understand
I would have changed all my plans
I would have changed
Out of my reach, out of my hands
I didn't understand
I would have changed all my plans
I would have changed

(*) Milow - Ayo Technology

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dimanche, 09 août 2009

Keane - playing along

Parce qu'en l'entendant, j'ai dit "arf, trop bon ça !", je partage parce que je suis comme ça...


At the start of the news day, the fires begin
In words and in pictures, but I'm not listening
I'm not taking it in
I'm going to go to the country, where nothing goes on
Going to bury my head, where I can't hear the sound of bombs
Playing along

Me, I'm just playing along
You and I, so many good people all

Just playing along
I'm going to go to a bar, where is the jukebox is on
Going to shut out the noise, with a rock'n'roll song
Playing along

I'm going to turn up the volume
I'm going to turn up the volume
I'm going to turn up the volume
Till I can't even think

Tell us a tale of the proud and the free
Sing us a swingtime american melody
From 'follow the fleet'

Me, I'm just playing along
You and I, a billion people all
Just playing along

I'm going to turn up the volume
I'm going to turn up the volume
I'm going to turn up the volume
Till I can't even think
I'm going to turn up the volume
I'm going to turn up the volume
I'm going to turn up the volume
Till I can't even think
I'm going to turn up the volume
Till I can't even think

I'm going to turn up the volume
Till I can't even think
I'm going to turn up the volume
Till I can't even think
I'm going to turn up the volume
Till I can't even think
I'm going to turn up the volume
Till I can't even think

I'm going to turn up the volume
Till I can't even think
I'm going to turn up the volume

Till I can't even think

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