This is Life par Amy MacDonald de l’albume This is Life (2007)
Oh the wind whistles down the cold dark street tonight And you’re singing the songs thinking this is the life And you’re singing the songs thinking this is the life So you’re heading down the road in your taxi for four So you’re sitting there with nothing to do And you’re singing the songs thinking this is the life And you’re singing the songs thinking this is the life And you’re singing the songs thinking this is the life And you’re singing the songs thinking this is the life And you’re singing the songs thinking this is the life And you’re singing the songs thinking this is the life
And the people they were dancing to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs they get louder each one better than before
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight? Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you’re waiting outside Jimmy’s front door
But nobody’s in and nobody’s home ‘til four
Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew
And where you’re gonna go?
And where you’re gonna sleep tonight?
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight? Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight? Where you gonna sleep tonight?
Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long years
Stole many a man’s soul and faith
And I was ‘round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Porcupine Tree: A Smart Kid from “Stupid Dream” album
Stranded here on planet earth
It’s not much but it could be worse
Everything’s free here, there’s no crowds
Winter lasted five long years
No sun will come again I fear
Chemical harvest was sown
And I will wait for you
Until the sky is blue
And I will wait for you
What else can I do?
A spaceship from another star
They ask me where all the people are
What can I tell them?
I tell them I’m the only one
There was a war but I must have won
Please take me with you.
Life is a waterfall,
We’re one in the river,
And one again after the fall.
Swimming through the void
We hear the word,
We lose ourselves,
But we find it all…
Cause we are the ones that want to play,
Always want to go,
But you never want to stay.
And we are the ones that want to choose,
Always want to play,
But you never want to lose.
Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.
Life is a waterfall,
We drink from the river,
Then we turn around and put up our walls.
Swimming through the void,
We hear the word,
We lose ourselves,
But we find it all…
Cause we are the ones that want to play,
Always want to go,
But you never want to stay.
And we are the ones that want to choose,
Always want to play,
But you never want to lose.
Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.
Aerials, so up high,
When you free your eyes,
Eternal prize.
Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.
Aerials, so up high,
When you free your eyes,
Eternal prize
Oh sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna run to?
All along dem day
Well i run to the rock, “please hide me”
I run to the rock,”please hide me”
I run to the rock, “please hide me, lord”
All along dem day
But the rock cried out, “i can’t hide you”
The rock cried out, “i can’t hide you”
The rock cried out, “i ain’t gonna hide you guy”
All along dem day
I said, “rock, what’s a matter with you rock?”
“don’t you see i need you, rock?”
Lord, lord, lord
All along dem day
So i run to the river, it was bleedin’
I run to the sea, it was bleedin’
I run to the sea, it was bleedin’
All along dem day
So i run to the river, it was boilin’
I run to the sea, it was boilin’
I run to the sea, it was boilin’
Along dem day
So i run to the lord, “please hide me lord”
“don’t you see me prayin’?”
“don’t you see me down here prayin’?”
But the lord said, “go to the devil”
The lord said, “go to the devil”
He said, “go to the devil”
All along dem day
So i ran to the devil, he was waitin’
I ran to the devil, he was waitin’
Ran to the devil, he was waitin’
All on that day
I cried -
Power!!!!!!!
(power to da lord)
Bring down,
(power to da lord),
Power!!!
(power to da lord)
Oh yeah, woh yeah, woh yeah
Well i run to the river, it was boilin’
I run to the sea, it was boilin’
I run to the sea, it was boilin’
All along dem day
So i ran to the lord
I said, “lord hide me, please hide me”
“please help me”
Along dem day
He said, “child, where were you
When you oughta been prayin’?”
I said,”lord, lord, hear me prayin’”
Lord, lord, hear me prayin’
Lord, lord, hear me prayin’”
All along dem day
Sinnerman you oughta be prayin’
Oughta be prayin’, sinnerman
Oughta be prayin’,
All on that day
I cried -
Power!!!!!!!
(power to da lord)
Go down
(power to da lord)
Power!!!!!!!
(power to da lord)
Power, power, lord
Don’t you know i need you lord
Don’t you know that i need you
Don’t you know that i need you
“Modern Style“ par Françoise Hardy Duo avec Alain Delon de l’albume Parenthèses
Paroles et Musique Jean Bart
La vie est faite de morceaux qui ne se joignent pas
La vie est faite de morceaux qui ne se joignent pas
La vie est faite de morceaux qui ne se joignent pas, Mademoiselle Brown
Et le coeur se déchire quand les chiens sont lâchés
Amour, amour.
Anglaise modern style ou Européen recyclé
Les intermittences de nos coeurs
Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, qu’elle crève de douleur.
La vie est faite de morceaux qui ne se joignent pas
La vie est faite de morceaux qui ne se joignent pas
Les pays sont fait de morceaux qui ne se joignent plus, Mademoiselle Brown
Où on court dans la rue pour sauver sa peau, mademoiselle Brown
Où les amants crèvent sur les ponts comme des pigeons, tirés par les cons
Où on ne dort que d’un oeil, si insomniaque est le deuil, est le deuil.
La vie est faite de morceaux qui ne se joignent pas
La vie est faite de morceaux qui ne se joignent pas
Barbare modern style, européen, petite ordure
L’éminence de nos peurs
Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, qu’elle crève de douleur, de douleur, de douleur
Petite ordure.
La vie est faite de morceaux qui ne se joignent pas
La vie est faite de morceaux qui ne se joignent pas
A la guerre comme à l’amour
Faut cueillir tel quel le prochain jour
Et dans l’absolu de l’horreur
Exprimer la secrète douceur
De toute blessure à mort qui n’est pas là encore
De toutes ces blessures à mort qui ne sont pas là… encore.
La vie est faite de morceaux qui ne se joignent pas,
La vie est faite de morceaux qui ne se joignent pas,
Ahhhh mademoiselle Brown
Toutes les inclinations qui font de coeur à coeur
Ah mon Dieu, mon Dieu, comme elle crève de douleur
لبيروت
لبيروت
من قلبي سلامٌ لبيروت
وقُبلٌ للبحر والبيوت
لصخرةٍ كأنها وجه بحارٍ قديمِ
هي من روحِ الشعب خمرٌ
هي من عرقِهِ خبزٌ وياسمين
فكيف صار طعمها طعم نارٍ ودخانِ
لبيروت
مجدٌ من رمادٍ لبيروت
من دمٍ لولدٍ حُملَ فوق يدها
أطفأت مدينتي قنديلها
أغلقت بابها
أصبحت في المساء وحدها … وحدها و ليلُ
لبيروت
من قلبي سلامٌ لبيروت
وقُبلٌ للبحر والبيوت
لصخرةٍ كأنها وجه بحارٍ قديم
أنتِ لي أنتِ لي
أه عانقيني أنتِ لي
رايتي و حجرُ الغدِ وموج سفرٍ
أزهرت جراح شعبي أزهرت
دمعة الأمهات
أنتِ بيروت لي أنتِ لي
أه عانقينيكلمات: جوزف حرب
غناء : فيروز
“Pruit Igoe“ par Philip Glass du film Koyaanisqatsi (1982)
Je n’ai pas senti une voix depuis long temps
Hier, quand je l’ai senti et quand mes yeux a découvrir un petit sourire dessiné sur mon visage à la miroir
Je sentais que je suis encore en vie
Zaz - Les Passants (2010)
Les Passants passant, j’passe mon temps a les r’garder penser, leurs pas pressés,
dans leurs corps lésés, leurs passés se dévoilent dans les pas sans se soucier,
Que, suspicieuse, à l’affût,
je perçois le jeu de pan, leurs visages comme des masques me fait l’effet
repugnant, que faire semblant, c’est dans l’air du temps.
Passe, passe, passera … la dernière restera
Passe, passe, passera … la dernière restera
L’enfant n’est fait que de fêtes,
le fait est que l’effet se reflète à sa capacité de prendre le fait tel qu’il est
sans se référer à un système de pensée dans sa tête.
L’automne dèja, c’était l’été hier encore, le temps me surprend, semble s’accélérer,
les chiffres de mon age, m’amènent vers ce moi rêver
Passe, passe, passera … la dernière restera
Passe, passe, passera … la dernière restera
Chaque mois se joue dans des cycles différents,
c’est marrant ces remous qui m’animent à travers l’temps d’un état à un autre,
j’oscille inexorablement
Par les temps je cours à l’équilibre
chaque jugement sur les gens me donne la direction à suivre
sur ces choses en moi à changer
qui m’empêche d’être libre
Les voix se libèrent et s’exposent dans les vitrines du monde en mouvement,
les corps qui dansent en osmose,
glissent, tremblent, se confondent et s’attirent irrésistiblement
Par les temps je cours à l’expression,
chaque émotion ressentie me donne envie d’exprimer les non-dits
et que justice soit faite dans nos pauvres vies endormies
Passe, passe, passera … la dernière restera
Passe, passe, passera … la dernière restera
Passe, passe, passera … la dernière restera
Passe, passe, passera … la dernière restera
Passe, passe, passera … la dernière restera
Passe, passe, passera … la dernière restera
