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  • 3 semaines plus tard...

Re-période de the meadow des (hed)pe.... :ninja:

I don't ask why, I just fall into the meadow

I close my eyes , and wait to die

Yes, I am a liar

Yes, I am a sinner

Please forgive my broken soul

But I've got nowhere else to go

They made the world so hard

If I had somewhere else to go

I could be a star like you

Special like you

A star like you

Special like you

And all those picture frames surround you

I saw you in France

All those busters hang around you

I asked you to dance

I can't take you home tonight

No, I can't be your man

I know why you here tonight

You in a fight with your man

But I've got nowhere else to go

C'est quand qu'elle me lâchera cette chanson? :grin:

Pis tant qu'on y est:

Porcelain

Are you wasting away in your skin

Are you missing the love of your kin

Drifting and floating and fading away

Porcelain

Do you smell like a girl when you smile

Can you bear not to share with your child

Drifting and floating and fading away

Little lune

All day

Little lune

Porcelain

Do you carry the moon in your womb

Someone said that youre fading too soon

Drifting and floating and fading away

Porcelain

Are you wasting away in your skin

Are you missing the love of your kin

Nodding and melting and fading away

Little lune

All day

Little lune...

RHCP

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  • 9 ans plus tard...

Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

Oh brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

I am the captain of my pain
'Tis the bit, the bridle and the trashing cane
The stirrup, the harness and the whipping mane
The pickled eye and the shrinking brain

Brother, buy me one more drink
Explain the nature of my pain, yeah
Let me tell you once again
I am the captain of my pain

Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

I cannot blame it all on her
To blame her all would be a lie
For many a night I lay awake
I wished that I could watch her die

To see her accusing finger spurt
To see flies swarm her hateful eye
To watch her groaning in the dirt
To see her clicking tongue crack dry

Brother, buy me one more drink
One more drink and then goodbye
And do not mock me when I say
Let's drink one more before I die

Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

I've been sliding down on rainbows
I've been swinging from the stars
Now this wretch in beggar's clothing
Bangs his cup across the bars

Look, this cup of mine is empty
Seems I've misplaced my desires
Seems I'm sweeping up the ashes
Of all my former fires

So brother, be a brother
And fill this tiny cup of mine
But please, sir, make it whiskey
I have no head for wine

Oh brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

Oh brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

I counted up my blessings
And I counted only one
One tiny little blessing
And now that blessing's gone

So buy me one more drink, my brother
Then I'm taking to the road
Yes, I'm taking to the rain
And I'm taking to the snow

Oh my friend, my only brother
Do not let the party grieve
And throw a dollar on the bar
Now kiss my ass and leave

Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

 

Songwriters
Cave Nicholas Edward


 


 

J´ai pas quitté le port que tu aimais si bien
Et j´y traine encore, j´y traine encore comme un crétin
Car à t´aimer encore, je suis tellement enclin
Que je me déchire encore pour me noyer...enfin
J´ai pas quitté le port que tu aimais si bien
Et j´y perds un peu le nord, je me comporte comme un vaurien
Ravagé par les coups du sort, remué par les coups de chien
Tellement que j´en prends l´eau de tous les bords, et j´écope tout ça en vain
Si bien que c´est une belle joie encore que sur les pontons tendre la main
A ton ombre qui s´évapore dans une bouteille de vin
Sur mon désir, sur tes promesses
Crachons veux-tu bien
Sur mon plaisir, sur tes caresses
Crachons veux-tu bien
Et si jamais je m´en sors, mais ça m´étonnerait bien
Je vomirai tous mes torts entre tes deux seins
Je ne serai plus ce porc qui cogne des deux mains
Que t´as balancé par dessus bord comme on se lave les mains
Je trouverai un boulot au port ou n´importe où ça ne fait rien
Dire que j´étais si fort, comment j´en suis là j´en sais rien
Peut-être que les cocus adorent faire les malins
Avec des mots qui perforent, qui font pleurer les marins
Quand j´ai appris que ton corps n´était plus vraiment le mien
Ces mots qui me font crier: "SACRE PUTAIN"
Sur mon désir, sur tes promesses
Crachons veux-tu bien
Sur mon plaisir, sur tes caresses
Crachons veux-tu bien

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Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
Who are young and alive
Driving in your car
I never, never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see lights
Driving in your car
Oh please, don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their home
And I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care..
And in the darkened underpass
I thought: 'Oh God, my chance has come at last!'
But then a strange fear gripped me
And I just couldn't ask

Take me out tonight
Oh take me anywhere, I don't care..
Driving in your car
I never, never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Oh I haven't got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

 

The Smiths - There's a light that never goes out

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I would rather not go
Back to the old house
I would rather not go
Back to the old house
There's too many
Bad memories
Too many memories
There...
There...
There...
When you cycled by
Here began all my dreams
The saddest thing I've ever seen
And you never knew
How much I really liked you
Because I never even told you
Oh, and I meant to
Are you still there ?
Or...have you moved away ?
Or have you moved away ?
Oh...
I would love to go
Back to the old house
But I never will
I never will...
I never will...
I never will...

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