(H)openning

(H)openning
[ Ajouter un commentaire ] [ 1 commentaire ]

# Posté le samedi 26 septembre 2009 07:34

SAEZ-USE

SAEZ-USE
Usé par les hommes
Par le bruit qui rend fou
Usé par la vie
Par les hurlements
Usé par le silence
Usé par le vent
Usé par l'oubli
On oubli pourtant
Qu'un jour on s'est aimé
Qu'un jour on a vécu
Que la vie est passée
Que le passé n'est plus
Qu'un jour on s'est aimé
Que ce jour n'est plus
Qu'une postérité
Noyée dans l'inconnu
Usé par un monde
Qu'on ne comprends plus
Qu'on a jamais compris
Mais qui continue
A tourner encore
A tourner toujours plus
A faire tourner la tête
A nos âmes perdues
A nos cœurs qui appellent
Et hurlent au secours
Mais non y a plus de ciel
Et non y a plus d'amour
Y'a plus que des troupeaux
Des vendus des vautours
Des vendeurs de merveilles
Des joueurs de tambours

Usé par l'avenir
Usé par un meilleur
Qui ressemble au pire
Et oui ça fait mal au cœur
Usé par l'ironie
Qui tua ma jeunesse
Usé par la comédie
Usé par les promesses
Usé par la folie
Usé par le dégoût
Usé d'être incompris
De marcher à genou
Usé par l'usure
Usé par les regrets
D'avoir fuit l'aventure
D'avoir fuit la beauté
Te voila qui revient
Te voila toi mon frère
Qui me dit prend ma main
Marchons vers la lumière


Te voilà qui revient
Te voilà toi mon frère
Qui me dit prend ma main
Marchons vers la lumière

Et le cœur plein d'espoir
Et le cœur infini
On oublie qu'il fait noir
Alors enfin on vie
Et loin de leur tombeau
Et loin de l'inhumain
On redevient fou à chaque matin
Un jour on s'est aimé
Et ce jour c'est demain
Un jour d'humanité
Un jour de gloire
Un jour on s'est aimé
Et ce jour c'est demain
Un jour d'humanité
Un jour d'humain
la la la la la la la la la la ...
[ Ajouter un commentaire ] [ 8 commentaires ]

# Posté le lundi 27 août 2007 12:04

Modifié le mercredi 20 mai 2009 11:29

Se repentir du passé, s'ennuyer du présent, craindre l'avenir : telle est la vie. [Ugo Foscolo]

Se repentir du passé, s'ennuyer du présent, craindre l'avenir : telle est la vie. [Ugo Foscolo]
[ Ajouter un commentaire ] [ 4 commentaires ]

# Posté le vendredi 26 octobre 2007 11:54

Modifié le samedi 27 octobre 2007 08:14

Beurk!! >.<

L'espoir fait mourir parfois / Vois-tu ce qu'il a fait de moi...
Beurk!! >.<
[ Ajouter un commentaire ] [ 4 commentaires ]

# Posté le jeudi 03 janvier 2008 15:09

Modifié le mercredi 20 mai 2009 12:20

Frank Sinatra - Nothing In Common


Nothing In Common
We've got nothin', got nothin' in common, just nothin' in common
My darling, at all
I love the opera, I detest the best pop
Can't stand the opera, I like music that bops
We're not fated, not heaven-created
We're really mis-mated, our chances are small
Let's part, be real smart and not start with this romance
'cause outside of both having stars in our eyes
And outside of sighing the same kind of sighs
We've got nothin' in common at all

We've got nothin', got nothin' in common, just nothin' in common
It never could last
I love Picasso, he's all style and he's all flair
I've seen Picasso and I think he's a square
Our two goals are apart as the poles are
As lovers our roles are completely miscast
Let's make a clean break and not take any chances
'cause outside of thinking you're something divine
And outside of wanting your lips close to mine
We've got nothin' in common
We've got nothin' in common at all


waiter separate checks
...
Frank Sinatra - Nothing In Common
[ Ajouter un commentaire ] [ Aucun commentaire ]

# Posté le jeudi 17 avril 2008 05:18

Modifié le mercredi 20 mai 2009 12:14

--anguish--

--anguish--
Oh where are you now
Pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?
When I was alone
You promised the stone from your heart.
My head kissed the ground
I was half the way down
Treading the sand
Please.

Please lift a hand
I'm only a person
Whose armbands beat
On his hands, hang tall
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?
Oh
Oh
Oh

The poppy bird's way
Swing twigs coffee brands around
Brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
My head kissed the ground.
I was half the way down
Treading the sand
Please
Please

Please lift a hand
I'm only a person
With eskimo chain
I tattooed my brain all the way
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?
Oh
Oh
Oh

Placebo, Dark Globe
[ Ajouter un commentaire ] [ Aucun commentaire ]

# Posté le lundi 26 mai 2008 05:58

Modifié le mercredi 20 mai 2009 12:12

...

...
David Bowie - Five years

Pushing through the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying

I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons and TV's
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people.

A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that.

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think you knew you were in this song.
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk.

We got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we got

We've got five years, what a surprise
Five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we got
...
[ Ajouter un commentaire ] [ Aucun commentaire ]

# Posté le lundi 26 mai 2008 07:51

Modifié le vendredi 04 juillet 2008 11:02

10:15 Saturday night

10:15 Saturday night
10.15
saturday night
and the tap drips
under the strip light
and i'm sitting
in the kitchen sink
and the tap drips
drip drip drip drip drip drip drip...

waiting
for the telephone to ring
and i'm wondering
where she's been
and i'm crying for yesterday
and the tap drips
drip drip drip drip drip drip drip...

it's always the same...

The Cure
[ Ajouter un commentaire ] [ 1 commentaire ]

# Posté le vendredi 06 juin 2008 11:10

Modifié le samedi 06 septembre 2008 12:58

My way . . .

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
You cunt, I'm not a queer
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
And travelled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did, what I had to do
And saw it through without redemption
I've planned each chartered course
Each careful step along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

There were times, I'm sure you knew
When there was fuck, fuck fuck-all else to do
But through it all, when there was doubt
I shot it up or kicked it out
I faced the wall and the world
And did it my way

I've laughed and been a snake
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think, I killed a cat
And may I say, not in a gay way
Oh no, oh no not me
I did it my way

For what is a brat, what has he got
When he wears hats and he cannot
Say the things he truly feels
But only the words, of one who kneels

The record shows, I fucked a bloke
And did it my way

==> Extrait du film "The Great Rock And Roll Swindle"
[ Ajouter un commentaire ] [ 1 commentaire ]

# Posté le mercredi 18 juin 2008 19:11

Modifié le mardi 01 juillet 2008 08:07

SLACKERBITCH

It echoes in my brain
I didn't mean it
pulses through my veins
I didn't mean it
I'm the one to blame
I didn't mean it
did too much cocaine
I didn't mean it.

....................

Slackerbitch, faghag, whore
looks real cute, her lips are sore
slackerbitch, faghag, whore
always comes back for more


....................


Your memory will fade
I didn't mean it
you've always had it made
I didn't mean it
I know you feel betrayed
I didn't mean it
I just wanted to get laid
I didn't mean it

....................

Slackerbitch, faghag, whore
looks real cute, her lips are sore
slackerbitch, faghag, whore
always knocking on my door


....................


You come across impure
I didn't mean it
you're goddamn immature
I didn't mean it
you act so insecure
I didn't mean it
you hate me now I'm sure
I didn't mean it

....................

Slackerbitch, faghag, whore
looks real cute, her lips are sore
slackerbitch, faghag, whore
dripping sex from every pore
slackerbitch, faghag, whore
looks real cute, her lips are sore
slackerbitch, faghag, whore
such a motherfucking bore.


PLACEBO
[ Ajouter un commentaire ] [ Aucun commentaire ]

# Posté le samedi 28 juin 2008 09:03

Modifié le samedi 28 juin 2008 09:26