"Aucun express" (de l'immense "Fantaisie militaire), Alain Bashung
Aucun express ne m'emmènera
Vers la félicité
Aucun tacot n'y accostera
Aucun Concorde n'aura ton envergure
Aucun navire n'y va
Sinon toi
Aucun trolley ne me tiendra
Si haut perché
Aucun vapeur ne me fera fondre
Des escalators au chariot ailé
J'ai tout essayé
J'ai tout essayé
J'ai longé ton corps
Epousé ses méandres
Je me suis emporté
Transporté
Par-delà les abysses
Par-dessus les vergers
Délaissant les grands axes
J'ai pris la contre-allée
Je me suis emporté
Transporté
Aucun landau ne me laissera
Bouche bée
Aucun Walhalla ne vaut le détour
Aucun astronef ne s'y attarde
Aucun navire n'y va
Sinon toi
J'ai longé ton corps
Epousé ses méandres
Je me suis emporté
Transporté
Par-delà les abysses
Par-dessus les vergers
Délaissant les grands axes
J'ai pris la contre-allée
Je me suis emporté
Transporté
Aucun express ne m'emmènera
Vers la félicité
Aucun tacot n'y accostera
Aucun Concorde n'aura ton envergure
Aucun navire n'y va
Aucun
J'ai longé ton corps
Epousé ses méandres
Je me suis emporté
Transporté
Par-delà les abysses
Par-dessus les vergers
Délaissant les grands axes
J'ai pris la contre-allée
Je me suis emporté
Transporté.
Aucun express ne m'emmènera
Vers la félicité
Aucun tacot n'y accostera
Aucun Concorde n'aura ton envergure
Aucun navire n'y va
Sinon toi
Aucun trolley ne me tiendra
Si haut perché
Aucun vapeur ne me fera fondre
Des escalators au chariot ailé
J'ai tout essayé
J'ai tout essayé
J'ai longé ton corps
Epousé ses méandres
Je me suis emporté
Transporté
Par-delà les abysses
Par-dessus les vergers
Délaissant les grands axes
J'ai pris la contre-allée
Je me suis emporté
Transporté
Aucun landau ne me laissera
Bouche bée
Aucun Walhalla ne vaut le détour
Aucun astronef ne s'y attarde
Aucun navire n'y va
Sinon toi
J'ai longé ton corps
Epousé ses méandres
Je me suis emporté
Transporté
Par-delà les abysses
Par-dessus les vergers
Délaissant les grands axes
J'ai pris la contre-allée
Je me suis emporté
Transporté
Aucun express ne m'emmènera
Vers la félicité
Aucun tacot n'y accostera
Aucun Concorde n'aura ton envergure
Aucun navire n'y va
Aucun
J'ai longé ton corps
Epousé ses méandres
Je me suis emporté
Transporté
Par-delà les abysses
Par-dessus les vergers
Délaissant les grands axes
J'ai pris la contre-allée
Je me suis emporté
Transporté.
You're My Thrill (1933) Billie Holiday
You're my thrill
You do something to me
You send chills right through me
When I look at you
'Cause you're my thrill
You're my thrill
How my pulse increases
I just go to pieces
When I look at you
'Cause you're my thrill
Hmmm, nothing seems to matter
Hmmm, here's my heart on a silver platter
Where's my will
Why this strange desire
That keeps mounting higher
When I look at you
I can't keep still
You're my thrill
Where's my will
Why this strange desire
That keeps mounting higher
When I look at you
I can't keep still
You're my thrill
You're my thrill
You do something to me
You send chills right through me
When I look at you
'Cause you're my thrill
You're my thrill
How my pulse increases
I just go to pieces
When I look at you
'Cause you're my thrill
Hmmm, nothing seems to matter
Hmmm, here's my heart on a silver platter
Where's my will
Why this strange desire
That keeps mounting higher
When I look at you
I can't keep still
You're my thrill
Where's my will
Why this strange desire
That keeps mounting higher
When I look at you
I can't keep still
You're my thrill
Je hais les dimanches Edith Piaf
Tous les jours de la semaine
Sont vides et sonnent le creux
Bien pire que la semaine
Y a le dimanche prétentieux
Qui veut paraître rose
Et jouer les généreux
Le dimanche qui s'impose
Comme un jour bienheureux
Je hais les dimanches!
Je hais les dimanches!
Dans la rue y a la foule
Des millions de passants
Cette foule qui coule
D'un air indifférent
Cette foule qui marche
Comme à un enterrement
L'enterrement d'un dimanche
Qui est mort depuis longtemps.
Je hais les dimanches!
Je hais les dimanches!
Tu travailles toute la semaine et le dimanche aussi
C'est peut-être pour ça que je suis de parti pris
Chéri, si simplement tu étais près de moi
Je serais prête à aimer tout ce que je n'aime pas
Les dimanches de printemps
Tout flanqués de soleil
Qui effacent en brillant
Les soucis de la veille
Dimanche plein de ciel bleu
Et de rires d'enfants
De promenades d'amoureux
Aux timides serments
Et de fleurs aux branches
Et de fleurs aux branches
Et parmi la cohue
Des gens, qui, sans se presser
Vont à travers les rues
Nous irions nous glisser
Tous deux, main dans la main
Sans chercher à savoir
Ce qu'il y aura demain
N'ayant pour tout espoir
Que d'autres dimanches
Que d'autres dimanches
Et tous les honnêtes gens
Que l'on dit bien pensants
Et ceux qui ne le sont pas
Et qui veulent qu'on le croit
Et qui vont à l'église
Parce que c'est la coutume
Qui changent de chemises
Et mettent un beau costume
Ceux qui dorment vingt heures
Car rien ne les en empêche
Ceux qui se lèvent de bonne heure
Pour aller à la pêche
Ceux pour qui c'est le jour
D'aller au cimetière
Et ceux qui font l'amour
Parce qu'ils n'ont rien à faire
Envieraient notre bonheur
Tout comme j'envie le leur
D'avoir des dimanches
De croire aux dimanches
D'aimer les dimanches
Quand je hais les dimanches...
Tous les jours de la semaine
Sont vides et sonnent le creux
Bien pire que la semaine
Y a le dimanche prétentieux
Qui veut paraître rose
Et jouer les généreux
Le dimanche qui s'impose
Comme un jour bienheureux
Je hais les dimanches!
Je hais les dimanches!
Dans la rue y a la foule
Des millions de passants
Cette foule qui coule
D'un air indifférent
Cette foule qui marche
Comme à un enterrement
L'enterrement d'un dimanche
Qui est mort depuis longtemps.
Je hais les dimanches!
Je hais les dimanches!
Tu travailles toute la semaine et le dimanche aussi
C'est peut-être pour ça que je suis de parti pris
Chéri, si simplement tu étais près de moi
Je serais prête à aimer tout ce que je n'aime pas
Les dimanches de printemps
Tout flanqués de soleil
Qui effacent en brillant
Les soucis de la veille
Dimanche plein de ciel bleu
Et de rires d'enfants
De promenades d'amoureux
Aux timides serments
Et de fleurs aux branches
Et de fleurs aux branches
Et parmi la cohue
Des gens, qui, sans se presser
Vont à travers les rues
Nous irions nous glisser
Tous deux, main dans la main
Sans chercher à savoir
Ce qu'il y aura demain
N'ayant pour tout espoir
Que d'autres dimanches
Que d'autres dimanches
Et tous les honnêtes gens
Que l'on dit bien pensants
Et ceux qui ne le sont pas
Et qui veulent qu'on le croit
Et qui vont à l'église
Parce que c'est la coutume
Qui changent de chemises
Et mettent un beau costume
Ceux qui dorment vingt heures
Car rien ne les en empêche
Ceux qui se lèvent de bonne heure
Pour aller à la pêche
Ceux pour qui c'est le jour
D'aller au cimetière
Et ceux qui font l'amour
Parce qu'ils n'ont rien à faire
Envieraient notre bonheur
Tout comme j'envie le leur
D'avoir des dimanches
De croire aux dimanches
D'aimer les dimanches
Quand je hais les dimanches...
Change your mind, Sleeps with Angels, Neil Young
http://video.google.com/videoplay/…#
When you get weak,
and you need to test your will
When life's complete,
but there's something
missing still
Distracting you from this
must be the one you love
Must be the one whose magic touch
can change your mind
Don't let another day go by
without the magic touch
Distracting you
(change your mind)
Supporting you
(change your mind)
Embracing you
(change your mind)
Convincing you
(change your mind)
When you're confused and
the world has got you down
When you feel used and
you just can't play the clown
Protecting you from this
must be the one you love
Must be the one whose magic touch
can change your mind
Don't let another day go by
without the magic touch
Protecting you
(change your mind)
Restoring you
(change your mind)
Revealing you
(change your mind)
Soothing you
(change your mind)
You hear the sound,
you wait around
and get the word
You see the picture
changing everything
you've heard
Destroying you with this
must be the one you love
Must be the one
whose magic touch
can change your mind
Don't let another day go by
without the magic touch
Destroying you
(change your mind)
Embracing you
(change your mind)
Protecting you
(change your mind)
Confining you
(change your mind)
Distracting you
(change your mind)
Supporting you
(change your mind)
Distorting you
(change your mind)
Controlling you
(change your mind)
Change your mind
(change your mind)
Change your mind, change your mind
(change your mind)
Change your mind
(change your mind)
The morning comes
and there's an odor in the room
The scent of love,
more than a million roses bloom
Embracing you with this
must be the one you love
Must be the one
whose magic touch
can change your mind
Don't let another day go by
without the magic touch
Embracing you
(change your mind)
Concealing you
(change your mind)
Protecting you
(change your mind)
Revealing you
(change your mind)
Change your mind, change your mind
(change your mind)
Change your mind
(change your mind)
Change your mind, change your mind
(change your mind)
Change your mind
(change your mind)
Change your mind, change your mind
Change your mind
Change your mind, change your mind
Change your mind
Change your mind, change your mind
Change your mind, change your mind
http://video.google.com/videoplay/…#
When you get weak,
and you need to test your will
When life's complete,
but there's something
missing still
Distracting you from this
must be the one you love
Must be the one whose magic touch
can change your mind
Don't let another day go by
without the magic touch
Distracting you
(change your mind)
Supporting you
(change your mind)
Embracing you
(change your mind)
Convincing you
(change your mind)
When you're confused and
the world has got you down
When you feel used and
you just can't play the clown
Protecting you from this
must be the one you love
Must be the one whose magic touch
can change your mind
Don't let another day go by
without the magic touch
Protecting you
(change your mind)
Restoring you
(change your mind)
Revealing you
(change your mind)
Soothing you
(change your mind)
You hear the sound,
you wait around
and get the word
You see the picture
changing everything
you've heard
Destroying you with this
must be the one you love
Must be the one
whose magic touch
can change your mind
Don't let another day go by
without the magic touch
Destroying you
(change your mind)
Embracing you
(change your mind)
Protecting you
(change your mind)
Confining you
(change your mind)
Distracting you
(change your mind)
Supporting you
(change your mind)
Distorting you
(change your mind)
Controlling you
(change your mind)
Change your mind
(change your mind)
Change your mind, change your mind
(change your mind)
Change your mind
(change your mind)
The morning comes
and there's an odor in the room
The scent of love,
more than a million roses bloom
Embracing you with this
must be the one you love
Must be the one
whose magic touch
can change your mind
Don't let another day go by
without the magic touch
Embracing you
(change your mind)
Concealing you
(change your mind)
Protecting you
(change your mind)
Revealing you
(change your mind)
Change your mind, change your mind
(change your mind)
Change your mind
(change your mind)
Change your mind, change your mind
(change your mind)
Change your mind
(change your mind)
Change your mind, change your mind
Change your mind
Change your mind, change your mind
Change your mind
Change your mind, change your mind
Change your mind, change your mind
c'est une belle chanson!
c'est une belle chanson!
Magnifique !
C'est sur quel album, Palo ?
C'est sur "Sleeps with Angels", l'un des très grands albums de Neil Young, marqué par le décès de Kurt Cobain. La voix de Neil y est souvent au bord de la rupture (encore plus que d'habitude). C'est un album magnifique mais éprouvant.
Trop triste pour être écouté en période de spleen !
Je n'avais pas "La danse des canards", c'est pour ça.
Allez, tout l'album va y passer :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOq93UqN9vU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOq93UqN9vU
La femme est l'avenir de l'homme, Jean Ferrat
Le poète a toujours raison
Qui voit plus haut que l'horizon
Et le futur est son royaume
Face à notre génération
Je déclare avec Aragon
La femme est l'avenir de l'homme
Entre l'ancien et le nouveau
Votre lutte à tous les niveaux
De la nôtre est indivisible
Dans les hommes qui font les lois
Si les uns chantent par ma voix
D'autres décrètent par la bible
Le poète a toujours raison
Qui détruit l'ancienne oraison
L'image d'Eve et de la pomme
Face aux vieilles malédictions
Je déclare avec Aragon
La femme est l'avenir de l'homme
Pour accoucher sans la souffrance
Pour le contrôle des naissances
Il a fallu des millénaires
Si nous sortons du moyen âge
Vos siècles d'infini servage
Pèsent encor lourd sur la terre
Le poète a toujours raison
Qui annonce la floraison
D'autres amours en son royaume
Remet à l'endroit la chanson
Et déclare avec Aragon
La femme est l'avenir de l'homme
Il faudra réapprendre à vivre
Ensemble écrire un nouveau livre
Redécouvrir tous les possibles
Chaque chose enfin partagée
Tout dans le couple va changer
D'une manière irréversible
Le poète a toujours raison
Qui voit plus haut que l'horizon
Et le futur est son royaume
Face aux autres générations
Je déclare avec Aragon
La femme est l'avenir de l'homme
;-)
Le poète a toujours raison
Qui voit plus haut que l'horizon
Et le futur est son royaume
Face à notre génération
Je déclare avec Aragon
La femme est l'avenir de l'homme
Entre l'ancien et le nouveau
Votre lutte à tous les niveaux
De la nôtre est indivisible
Dans les hommes qui font les lois
Si les uns chantent par ma voix
D'autres décrètent par la bible
Le poète a toujours raison
Qui détruit l'ancienne oraison
L'image d'Eve et de la pomme
Face aux vieilles malédictions
Je déclare avec Aragon
La femme est l'avenir de l'homme
Pour accoucher sans la souffrance
Pour le contrôle des naissances
Il a fallu des millénaires
Si nous sortons du moyen âge
Vos siècles d'infini servage
Pèsent encor lourd sur la terre
Le poète a toujours raison
Qui annonce la floraison
D'autres amours en son royaume
Remet à l'endroit la chanson
Et déclare avec Aragon
La femme est l'avenir de l'homme
Il faudra réapprendre à vivre
Ensemble écrire un nouveau livre
Redécouvrir tous les possibles
Chaque chose enfin partagée
Tout dans le couple va changer
D'une manière irréversible
Le poète a toujours raison
Qui voit plus haut que l'horizon
Et le futur est son royaume
Face aux autres générations
Je déclare avec Aragon
La femme est l'avenir de l'homme
;-)
Je m'obstine de Eiffel
dans "A tout moment la rue"
Je m’obstine
À m’inventer la délivrance
Un de mes clônes y fera son cirque
Rire et mort, trapèze volant
Nonobstant je m’obstine
Corps déployé sur verres pilés
Dont nos paradis sont pavés
Pour deux ou trois clopines
J’élève ma vie comme forçat
Avant que les portes ne claquent des doigts
Et beugle à tue-tête nos vaches maigres
Avant que les tables ne tournent au vinaigre
Je m’obstine
En ferrailleur des jours fériés
S’il est une chose perdue d’avance
C’est bien qu’il y’ait un après
Pourtant encore, je m’obstine
Autant le dire, je tapine
Sur les trottoirs du laborieux
Tout en bas j’ai rien trouvé de mieux
J’élève ma vie comme forçat
Avant que les portes ne claquent des doigts
Et beugle à tue-tête nos vaches maigres
Avant que les tables ne tournent au vinaigre
Je m’obstine
En petit prince irradié
Le cerveau miné, envoûté
Par je ne sais quel enchanteur
Comme à l’aurore, cette brise-clarine
Soufflera l’aura des mystères
Et les dictatures sibyllines
Éventreront les millénaires….je m’obstine
J’élève ma vie comme forçat
Avant que les portes ne claquent des doigts
Et beugle à tue-tête nos vaches maigres
Avant que les chances ne tournent aux revues nègres
Je m’obstine
Comme le lézard court à sa ruine
Et garde le Fort jusqu’à très tard
Avec vue sur le Désert des Tartares
Les femmes lècheront ma vitrine
Et feront la queue pour ma belle gueule
Quand Lagardère me jugera bankable
Et que le grand ramassis du genre humain m’élira, m’élira
Surhumain
C’est pas fini, je lutte et je m’obstine
Dans l’ascension aux classes divines
Être plus que moi, être
Être plus que moi, être
Être plus que moi, être
Que je m’illumine,
Que je m’illumine,
Que je m’illumine,
Que je m’élimine,
Que je m’élimine,
Ce en quoi, je fais comme toi
Je m’obstine
Il a bien raison de s'obstiner le Romain Humeau. C'est toujours plus beau. Une qualité souvent, de s'obstiner.
http://dailymotion.com/video/…
dans "A tout moment la rue"
Je m’obstine
À m’inventer la délivrance
Un de mes clônes y fera son cirque
Rire et mort, trapèze volant
Nonobstant je m’obstine
Corps déployé sur verres pilés
Dont nos paradis sont pavés
Pour deux ou trois clopines
J’élève ma vie comme forçat
Avant que les portes ne claquent des doigts
Et beugle à tue-tête nos vaches maigres
Avant que les tables ne tournent au vinaigre
Je m’obstine
En ferrailleur des jours fériés
S’il est une chose perdue d’avance
C’est bien qu’il y’ait un après
Pourtant encore, je m’obstine
Autant le dire, je tapine
Sur les trottoirs du laborieux
Tout en bas j’ai rien trouvé de mieux
J’élève ma vie comme forçat
Avant que les portes ne claquent des doigts
Et beugle à tue-tête nos vaches maigres
Avant que les tables ne tournent au vinaigre
Je m’obstine
En petit prince irradié
Le cerveau miné, envoûté
Par je ne sais quel enchanteur
Comme à l’aurore, cette brise-clarine
Soufflera l’aura des mystères
Et les dictatures sibyllines
Éventreront les millénaires….je m’obstine
J’élève ma vie comme forçat
Avant que les portes ne claquent des doigts
Et beugle à tue-tête nos vaches maigres
Avant que les chances ne tournent aux revues nègres
Je m’obstine
Comme le lézard court à sa ruine
Et garde le Fort jusqu’à très tard
Avec vue sur le Désert des Tartares
Les femmes lècheront ma vitrine
Et feront la queue pour ma belle gueule
Quand Lagardère me jugera bankable
Et que le grand ramassis du genre humain m’élira, m’élira
Surhumain
C’est pas fini, je lutte et je m’obstine
Dans l’ascension aux classes divines
Être plus que moi, être
Être plus que moi, être
Être plus que moi, être
Que je m’illumine,
Que je m’illumine,
Que je m’illumine,
Que je m’élimine,
Que je m’élimine,
Ce en quoi, je fais comme toi
Je m’obstine
Il a bien raison de s'obstiner le Romain Humeau. C'est toujours plus beau. Une qualité souvent, de s'obstiner.
http://dailymotion.com/video/…
Une magnifique chanson si triste...
WILD IS THE WIND
(David Bowie)
Love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress, satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
For wild is the wind, wild is the wind
CHORUS
You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
CHORUS
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures in the wind, and wild is the wind
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbpMpRq6DV4
WILD IS THE WIND
(David Bowie)
Love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress, satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
For wild is the wind, wild is the wind
CHORUS
You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
CHORUS
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures in the wind, and wild is the wind
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbpMpRq6DV4
J'aime beaucoup aussi cette chanson, surtout interprétée par Nina Simone:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CiVDzTT4CbE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CiVDzTT4CbE
J'écoute encore beaucoup de Queen ces temps-ci, alors voici...
The Show Must Go On
La version de Queen:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ADh8Fs3YdU
La version du Moulin Rouge que j'aime aussi:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlMSBoPS2BE
Empty spaces - what are we living for?
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score..
On and on!
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero - another mindless crime.
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.
Hold the line!
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The Show must go on!
The Show must go on!Yeah!
Inside my heart is breaking,
My make-up may be flaking,
But my smile, still, stays on!
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance.
Another heartache - another failed romance.
On and on...
Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess i'm learning
I must be warmer now..
I'll soon be turning, round the corner now.
Outside the dawn is breaking,
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free!
The Show must go on!
The Show must go on! Yeah,yeah!
Ooh! Inside my heart is breaking!
My make-up may be flaking...
But my smile, still, stays on!
Yeah! oh oh oh
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die,
I can fly, my friends!
The Show must go on! Yeah!
The Show must go on!
I'll face it with a grin!
I'm never giving in!
On with the show!
I'll top the bill!
I'll overkill!
I have to find the will to carry on!
On with the,
On with the show!
The Show must go on.
The Show Must Go On
La version de Queen:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ADh8Fs3YdU
La version du Moulin Rouge que j'aime aussi:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlMSBoPS2BE
Empty spaces - what are we living for?
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score..
On and on!
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero - another mindless crime.
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.
Hold the line!
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The Show must go on!
The Show must go on!Yeah!
Inside my heart is breaking,
My make-up may be flaking,
But my smile, still, stays on!
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance.
Another heartache - another failed romance.
On and on...
Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess i'm learning
I must be warmer now..
I'll soon be turning, round the corner now.
Outside the dawn is breaking,
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free!
The Show must go on!
The Show must go on! Yeah,yeah!
Ooh! Inside my heart is breaking!
My make-up may be flaking...
But my smile, still, stays on!
Yeah! oh oh oh
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die,
I can fly, my friends!
The Show must go on! Yeah!
The Show must go on!
I'll face it with a grin!
I'm never giving in!
On with the show!
I'll top the bill!
I'll overkill!
I have to find the will to carry on!
On with the,
On with the show!
The Show must go on.
Highlands, Bob Dylan (Time out of mind)
Well my heart’s in the Highlands gentle and fair
Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air
Bluebelles blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well my heart’s in the Highland
I’m gonna go there when I feel good enough to go
Windows were shakin’ all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that it seems
Woke up this morning and I looked at the same old page
Same ol’ rat race
Life in the same ol’ cage
I don’t want nothing from anyone, ain’t that much to take
Wouldn’t know the difference between a real blonde and a fake
Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery
I wish someone would come
And push back the clock for me
Well my heart’s in the Highlands wherever I roam
That’s where I’ll be when I get called home
The wind, it whispers to the buckeyed trees in rhyme
Well my heart’s in the Highland
I can only get there one step at a time
I’m listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someone’s always yelling turn it down
Feel like I’m drifting
Drifting from scene to scene
I’m wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean?
Insanity is smashing up against my soul
You can say I was on anything but a roll
If I had a conscience, well, I just might blow my top
What would I do with it anyway
Maybe take it to the pawn shop
My heart’s in the Highlands at the break of dawn
By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan
Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low
Well my heart’s in the Highlands
Only place left to go
I’m in Boston town, in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Well, maybe I do but I’m just really not sure
Waitress comes over
Nobody in the place but me and her
It must be a holiday, there’s nobody around
She studies me closely as I sit down
She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs
She says, “What’ll it be?”
I say, “I don’t know, you got any soft boiled eggs?”
She looks at me, says, “I’d bring you some
But we’re out of ’m, you picked the wrong time to come”
Then she says, “I know you’re an artist, draw a picture of me!”
I say, “I would if I could, but
I don’t do sketches from memory”
“Well,” she says, “I’m right here in front of you, or haven’t you looked?”
I say, “All right, I know, but I don’t have my drawing book!”
She gives me a napkin, she says, “You can do it on that”
I say, “Yes I could, but
I don’t know where my pencil is at!”
She pulls one out from behind her ear
She says, “All right now, go ahead, draw me, I’m standing right here”
I make a few lines and I show it for her to see
Well she takes the napkin and throws it back
And says, “That don’t look a thing like me!”
I said, “Oh, kind Miss, it most certainly does”
She says, “You must be jokin’.” I say, “I wish I was!”
Then she says, “You don’t read women authors, do you?”
Least that’s what I think I hear her say
“Well,” I say, “how would you know and what would it matter anyway?”
“Well,” she says, “you just don’t seem like you do!”
I said, “You’re way wrong”
She says, “Which ones have you read then?” I say, “I read Erica Jong!”
She goes away for a minute
And I slide up out of my chair
I step outside back to the busy street but nobody’s going anywhere
Well my heart’s in the Highlands with the horses and hounds
Way up in the border country, far from the towns
With the twang of the arrow and a snap of the bow
My heart’s in the Highlands
Can’t see any other way to go
Every day is the same thing out the door
Feel further away then ever before
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
Well, I’m lost somewhere
I must have made a few bad turns
I see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woes
They’re drinking and dancing, wearing bright-colored clothes
All the young men with their young women looking so good
Well, I’d trade places with any of them
In a minute, if I could
I’m crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog
Talking to myself in a monologue
I think what I need might be a full-length leather coat
Somebody just asked me
If I registered to vote
The sun is beginning to shine on me
But it’s not like the sun that used to be
The party’s over and there’s less and less to say
I got new eyes
Everything looks far away
Well, my heart’s in the Highlands at the break of day
Over the hills and far away
There’s a way to get there and I’ll figure it out somehow
But I’m already there in my mind
And that’s good enough for now
Well my heart’s in the Highlands gentle and fair
Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air
Bluebelles blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well my heart’s in the Highland
I’m gonna go there when I feel good enough to go
Windows were shakin’ all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that it seems
Woke up this morning and I looked at the same old page
Same ol’ rat race
Life in the same ol’ cage
I don’t want nothing from anyone, ain’t that much to take
Wouldn’t know the difference between a real blonde and a fake
Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery
I wish someone would come
And push back the clock for me
Well my heart’s in the Highlands wherever I roam
That’s where I’ll be when I get called home
The wind, it whispers to the buckeyed trees in rhyme
Well my heart’s in the Highland
I can only get there one step at a time
I’m listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someone’s always yelling turn it down
Feel like I’m drifting
Drifting from scene to scene
I’m wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean?
Insanity is smashing up against my soul
You can say I was on anything but a roll
If I had a conscience, well, I just might blow my top
What would I do with it anyway
Maybe take it to the pawn shop
My heart’s in the Highlands at the break of dawn
By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan
Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low
Well my heart’s in the Highlands
Only place left to go
I’m in Boston town, in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Well, maybe I do but I’m just really not sure
Waitress comes over
Nobody in the place but me and her
It must be a holiday, there’s nobody around
She studies me closely as I sit down
She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs
She says, “What’ll it be?”
I say, “I don’t know, you got any soft boiled eggs?”
She looks at me, says, “I’d bring you some
But we’re out of ’m, you picked the wrong time to come”
Then she says, “I know you’re an artist, draw a picture of me!”
I say, “I would if I could, but
I don’t do sketches from memory”
“Well,” she says, “I’m right here in front of you, or haven’t you looked?”
I say, “All right, I know, but I don’t have my drawing book!”
She gives me a napkin, she says, “You can do it on that”
I say, “Yes I could, but
I don’t know where my pencil is at!”
She pulls one out from behind her ear
She says, “All right now, go ahead, draw me, I’m standing right here”
I make a few lines and I show it for her to see
Well she takes the napkin and throws it back
And says, “That don’t look a thing like me!”
I said, “Oh, kind Miss, it most certainly does”
She says, “You must be jokin’.” I say, “I wish I was!”
Then she says, “You don’t read women authors, do you?”
Least that’s what I think I hear her say
“Well,” I say, “how would you know and what would it matter anyway?”
“Well,” she says, “you just don’t seem like you do!”
I said, “You’re way wrong”
She says, “Which ones have you read then?” I say, “I read Erica Jong!”
She goes away for a minute
And I slide up out of my chair
I step outside back to the busy street but nobody’s going anywhere
Well my heart’s in the Highlands with the horses and hounds
Way up in the border country, far from the towns
With the twang of the arrow and a snap of the bow
My heart’s in the Highlands
Can’t see any other way to go
Every day is the same thing out the door
Feel further away then ever before
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
Well, I’m lost somewhere
I must have made a few bad turns
I see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woes
They’re drinking and dancing, wearing bright-colored clothes
All the young men with their young women looking so good
Well, I’d trade places with any of them
In a minute, if I could
I’m crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog
Talking to myself in a monologue
I think what I need might be a full-length leather coat
Somebody just asked me
If I registered to vote
The sun is beginning to shine on me
But it’s not like the sun that used to be
The party’s over and there’s less and less to say
I got new eyes
Everything looks far away
Well, my heart’s in the Highlands at the break of day
Over the hills and far away
There’s a way to get there and I’ll figure it out somehow
But I’m already there in my mind
And that’s good enough for now
Bonsoir à tous !
ma mélodie du jour : Names de CatPower ( et presque toutes les mélodies de ses albums ) ........ une voix unique et un visage d'ange !
Oh tiens !
Moi aussi j'adore Cat Power ! ;o)
J'écoutais ce matin en allant travailler Hope Sandoval, chanteuse de Mazzy Star. Vous connaissez ? On l'entendait sur une pub superbe pour Air France à la TV française
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7JQ0dM6VqE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7JQ0dM6VqE
"Tribute"
TENACIOUS D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5M04_qkRdY
[Spoken]
This is the greatest and best song in the world... Tribute.
Long time ago me and my brother Kyle here,
we was hitchhikin' down a long and lonesome road.
All of a sudden, there shined a shiny demon... in the middle... of the road.
And he said:
[Sung]
"Play the best song in the world, or I'll eat your soul." (soul)
[Spoken]
Well me and Kyle, we looked at each other,
and we each said... "Okay."
[Sung]
And we played the first thing that came to our heads,
Just so happened to be,
The Best Song in the World, it was The Best Song in the World.
Look into my eyes and it's easy to see
One and one make two, two and one make three,
It was destiny.
Once every hundred-thousand years or so,
When the sun doth shine and the moon doth glow
And the grass doth grow...
Needless to say, the beast was stunned.
Whip-crack went his Whoopy tail,
And the beast was done.
He asked us: "(snort) Be you angels?"
And we said, "Nay. We are but men."
Rock!
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh-ah-ah,
Ohhh, whoah, ah-whoah-oh!
This is not The Greatest Song in the World, no.
This is just a tribute.
Couldn't remember The Greatest Song in the World, no, no.
This is a tribute, oh, to The Greatest Song in the World,
All right! It was The Greatest Song in the World,
All right! It was the best muthafuckin' song the greatest song in the world.
[2-part skat]
[Spoken]
And the peculiar thing is this my friends:
the song we sang on that fateful night it didn't actually sound
anything like this song.
[Sung]
This is just a tribute! You gotta believe it!
And I wish you were there! Just a matter of opinion.
Ah, fuck! Good God, God lovin',
So surprised to find you can't stop it.
[Skat]
All right! All right!
TENACIOUS D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5M04_qkRdY
[Spoken]
This is the greatest and best song in the world... Tribute.
Long time ago me and my brother Kyle here,
we was hitchhikin' down a long and lonesome road.
All of a sudden, there shined a shiny demon... in the middle... of the road.
And he said:
[Sung]
"Play the best song in the world, or I'll eat your soul." (soul)
[Spoken]
Well me and Kyle, we looked at each other,
and we each said... "Okay."
[Sung]
And we played the first thing that came to our heads,
Just so happened to be,
The Best Song in the World, it was The Best Song in the World.
Look into my eyes and it's easy to see
One and one make two, two and one make three,
It was destiny.
Once every hundred-thousand years or so,
When the sun doth shine and the moon doth glow
And the grass doth grow...
Needless to say, the beast was stunned.
Whip-crack went his Whoopy tail,
And the beast was done.
He asked us: "(snort) Be you angels?"
And we said, "Nay. We are but men."
Rock!
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh-ah-ah,
Ohhh, whoah, ah-whoah-oh!
This is not The Greatest Song in the World, no.
This is just a tribute.
Couldn't remember The Greatest Song in the World, no, no.
This is a tribute, oh, to The Greatest Song in the World,
All right! It was The Greatest Song in the World,
All right! It was the best muthafuckin' song the greatest song in the world.
[2-part skat]
[Spoken]
And the peculiar thing is this my friends:
the song we sang on that fateful night it didn't actually sound
anything like this song.
[Sung]
This is just a tribute! You gotta believe it!
And I wish you were there! Just a matter of opinion.
Ah, fuck! Good God, God lovin',
So surprised to find you can't stop it.
[Skat]
All right! All right!
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