So far from the Clyde

Sunday, 09. 20. 2009  –  Category: musique

Magic !!!

So far from the Clyde
– Mark Knopfler –

They had a last supper the day of the beaching
She’s a dead ship sailing skeleton crew
The galley is empty, the stove pots are cooling
What’s left of the stew
The time is approaching, the captain moves over
The hangman steps in to do what he’s paid for
With the wind down the tide she goes proud ahead steaming
And he drives her hard into the shore

So far from the Clyde
Together we ride, we did ride

A drift to a wave from her bows to her rudder
Bravely she rises to meet with the land
Under their feet you can feel the Kings shudder
The shallow sea washes their hands
Later the captain shakes hands with the hangman
Climbs slowly down to the oily wet ground
Goes back to the car that has come here to take him
Through the graveyard back to the town

So far from the Clyde
Together we ride, we did ride

They pull out her cables and hack off her hatches
Too poor to be wasteful with pity or time
They sworn on her carcass with torches and axes
Like a whale on a bloody shoreline
Stripped of her pillars her stays and her stanchions
When it’s only her bones on the wet poison land
Steel robbers will drag her with winches and engines
Till it’s only a stain on the sea

So far from the Clyde
Together we ride, we did ride
So far from the Clyde
Together we ride, we did ride

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    Where Do I Hide

    Saturday, 02. 28. 2009  –  Category: musique

    Where Do I Hide
    –Nickelback–

    Got a criminal record, I can’t cross state lines
    First on the bad list, and you’re last on mine
    Lookin for a scapegoat, long past due
    Walking down the aisle, staring straight at you

    I still hear him screaming “where do I hide?”
    And he asks and I say “hurry inside”

    He said, she said, No she don’t
    Be back before morning, You know she won’t
    I remember that summer, like yesterday
    And I remember his mother, As he was dragged away

    I still hear him screaming “where do I hide?”
    And he asks and I say “hurry inside”
    A whole lot of memories
    Yours and not mine
    And he asks and I say “hurry inside”

    Got a criminal record, I can’t cross state lines
    First on the bad list, and you’re last on mine
    Lookin for a scapegoat, long past due
    Walking down the aisle, staring straight at you

    I still hear him screaming “where do I hide?”
    And he asks and I say “hurry inside”
    A whole lot of memories
    Yours and not mine
    And he asks and I say “hurry inside”

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      Ici les Enfoirés

      Wednesday, 02. 25. 2009  –  Category: musique

      On nous avait dit c’est pour un soir
      On est encore là vingt ans plus tard
      Ici les Enfoirés
      Oh oh oh rejoins notre armée

      Les saltimbanques c’est pas sérieux
      Mais les ministères n’ont pas fait mieux
      Ici les enfoirés
      Oh oh oh rejoins notre armée

      Faut-il chanter contre les misères
      Ou bien se taire, passer, ne rien faire
      Ici les Enfoirés
      Oh oh oh rejoins notre armée

      Chaque année plus de gens secourus
      Mais chaque année plus encore à la rue
      Ici les Enfoirés
      Oh oh oh rejoins notre armée

      Chanter, chanter même à en pleurer
      Entre un rêve et la réalité
      Ici les Enfoirés
      Oh oh oh rejoins notre armée

      Parfois je me demande à quoi ça sert
      Espèce d’Enfoiré, chante et espère
      Ici les Enfoirés
      Oh oh oh rejoins notre armée

      Et si tu trouves un jour la solution
      On fêtera tous notre dissolution
      Ici les Enfoirés
      Oh oh oh rejoins notre armée

      On nous avait dit c’est pour un soir
      On est encore là vingt ans plus tard
      Ici les Enfoirés
      Oh oh oh rejoins notre armée

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        Like A Hobo

        Sunday, 02. 15. 2009  –  Category: musique

        Charlie Winston
        –Like A Hobo–

        I’ve always known since I was a young boy
        In this world everything’s as good as bad

        Now my father told me always speak a true word
        And I have to say that is the best advice I’ve had

        Because something burns inside of me
        It’s everything I long to be
        And lies they only stop me from feelin’ free

        Like a hobo from a broken home
        Nothing’s going to stop me
        Like a hobo from a broken home
        Nothing’s going to stop me
        Nothing’s going to stop me

        Ahhh, aaaaah

        I’ve never yearned for anybody’s forture
        The less I have the more I am a happy man
        Now my mother told me always keep your head up
        Because some may graze you
        Just to get what they want

        And I said, “Mama, I am not afraid,”
        “They will take what they will take,”
        “And what would life be like,”
        “Without a few mistakes?”

        Like a hobo from a broken home
        Nothing’s going to stop me
        Like a hobo from a broken home
        Nothing’s going to stop me oooh
        Like a hobo from a broken home
        Nothing’s going to stop me
        Like a hobo from a broken home
        Nothing’s going to stop me ooouuh

        Aaaaah aaaaaahhhh
        Aaaaah aaaaaahhhh
        Now, now, now, now

        Like a hobo from a broken home
        Nothing’s going to stop me
        Like a hobo from a broken home
        Nothing’s going to stop me, no!
        Shut the door!

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          Ulysses

          Sunday, 02. 15. 2009  –  Category: musique

          Ulysses
          –Franz Ferdinand–

          While I sit in here, a sentimental face stares
          And a voice says hi so
          So what you gotta what you gotta disdain
          C’mon let’s get high
          C’mon look so, you got next oh
          Walk twenty five miles oh
          Well I’m bored I’m bored
          C’mon let’s get high

          C’mon let’s get high
          C’mon let’s get high
          High

          Well I found a new way
          I found a new way
          C’mon doll and use me
          I don’t need your sympathy

          La, la la la la
          Ulysses
          I’ll find a new way
          I’ll find a new way, baby

          My Ulysses, My Ulysses
          No, bet you are now, boy
          So sinister, so sinister
          Last night was wild
          What’s a matter there, feeling kinda anxious?
          That heart that grew cold
          Yeah everyone, everybody knows it
          Yeah everyone, everybody know it
          Everybody knows I

          La, la la la la
          Ulysses
          I’ll find a new way
          I’ll find a new way, baby

          La, la la la la
          Ulysses
          I’ll find a new way
          Well I’ll find a new way, baby oh …

          Oh, then suddenly you know
          You’re never going home
          You’re never you’re never you’re never you’re never you’re never you’re never
          You’re never going home.

          Not Ulysses, baby.
          No, la la la la whooo whoo
          You’re not Ulysses, whooo whoo
          La la la la, whooo whoo

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            Restons amants

            Thursday, 02. 12. 2009  –  Category: musique

            Restons amants
            –Maxime Leforestier–

            Qu’un jour, les choses
            Le temps pas rose
            Les évènements
            Nous imposent
            La fin des sentiments

            Qu’un jour, se suivent
            Les invectives
            Les égarements
            La dérive
            Chacun séparément

            Quoi qu’il arrive
            Restons amants

            Restons amants des hôtels sombres
            Des rendez-vous dissimulés
            Où vont s’entrelacer les ombres
            Au danger, mélangées

            Restons amants des plages vides
            Où novembre aime à nous jeter
            Laissons frémir aux vents avides
            Les lèvres dérobées

            Même si les gares
            Si les regards
            Indifféremment nous séparent
            De plus en plus souvent

            Même si se tiennent
            Ta main, la mienne,
            Pour la fin des temps
            Que nos vies deviennent
            Celles de tous les gens

            Quoi qu’il advienne
            Restons amants

            Restons amants des impatiences

            Des minutes qui sont comptées
            Des trésors de ruses et de science
            Pour se retrouver

            Restons amants des corps-à-corps
            Des peaux qui savent où se trouver
            Là sont les cœurs qui battent encore
            L’un à l’autre mêlés

            La petite mort
            L’éternité

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              Mykonos

              Saturday, 02. 7. 2009  –  Category: musique, vidéo


              Très jolie animation, fruit de 4 semaines de travail stop-motion avec la jolie chanson Mykonos de Fleet Foxes.

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                Song Around the World “Stand By Me”

                Sunday, 02. 1. 2009  –  Category: musique

                Version originale par Ben E King

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                  White As Diamonds

                  Thursday, 01. 29. 2009  –  Category: musique

                  White As Diamonds
                  –Alela Diane–

                  I’ve known mornings
                  white as diamonds
                  silent from a night so cold
                  such a stillness
                  calm as the owl glides
                  Our lives are buried in snow

                  Ouuuuhh whooooa whoooooa (2x)

                  I was sifting through the piles
                  in my hand a tangled thread each patient tug upon the snarl
                  is a glimpse of what has been

                  Ouuuuhh whooooa whoooooa (2x)

                  Burdened bands gain strong hands
                  gaping holes where diamonds should be
                  must have been morning that stole them
                  a glint of white in the pocket of winter
                  Alela Diane Lyrics on http://www.lyrics-celebrities.anekatips.com/

                  Ouuuuhh whooooa whoooooa (2x)

                  And some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
                  Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones

                  Some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
                  Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones

                  Ouuuuhh whooooa whoooooa (2x)

                  I’ve known mornings
                  white as diamonds
                  silent from a night so cold
                  such a stillness
                  calm as the owl glides
                  our lives are buried in snow
                  our lives are buried in snow

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                    La plage de Blâne-est

                    Tuesday, 01. 27. 2009  –  Category: musique

                    nightsky

                    Musique par Ehma

                    30 minutes de bonheur, de tranquillité et zen…

                    [Photo & Photo]

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                      Just Dance

                      Friday, 01. 16. 2009  –  Category: musique

                      Just Dance
                      –Lady Gaga–

                      RedOne, Konvict
                      GaGa, oh-oh, eh

                      I’ve had a little bit too much, much
                      All of the people start to rush, start to rush by
                      How does he twist the dance? Can’t find a drink, oh man
                      Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone

                      What’s going on on the floor?
                      I love this record baby but I can’t see straight anymore
                      Keep it cool, what’s the name of this club?
                      I can’t remember but it’s alright, a-alright

                      Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
                      Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
                      Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
                      Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance

                      Wish I could shut my playboy mouth, oh oh oh-oh
                      How’d I turn my shirt inside out? Inside outright
                      Control your poison babe, roses have thorns they say
                      And we’re all getting hosed tonight, oh oh oh-oh

                      What’s going on on the floor?
                      I love this record baby but I can’t see straight anymore
                      Keep it cool, what’s the name of this club?
                      I can’t remember but it’s alright, a-alright

                      Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
                      Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
                      Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
                      Dance, dance, just, j-j-just

                      When I come through on the dance floor checkin’ out that catalog
                      Can’t believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw
                      And I ain’t gon’ give it up, steady tryin’ to pick it up like a car
                      I’ma hit it, I’ma hit it and flex and do it until tomorr’ yeah

                      Shawty I can see that you got so much energy
                      The way you’re twirlin’ up them hips ’round and ’round
                      And now there’s no reason at all why you can’t leave here with me
                      In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down

                      And dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
                      Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

                      Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
                      Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
                      Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
                      Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance

                      Woo! Let’s go!

                      Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
                      Got my blueprint, it’s symphonic
                      Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
                      Got my blueprint electronic

                      Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
                      Got my blueprint, it’s symphonic
                      Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
                      Got my blueprint electronic

                      Go! Use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle
                      I got it, just stay close enough to get it
                      Don’t slow! Drive it, clean it, lights out, bleed it
                      Spend the lasto
                      (I got it)
                      In your pocko
                      (I got it)

                      Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
                      Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

                      Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
                      Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
                      Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
                      Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance

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                        If only

                        Wednesday, 01. 14. 2009  –  Category: musique


                        Magnifique composition piano de Domenico Curcio!! :love:

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                          Beggin’

                          Monday, 01. 5. 2009  –  Category: musique

                          Beggin’
                          –Madcon–

                          [Tshawe Baqwa:]
                          Oooooh-
                          Put your loving hand out, baby
                          I’m beggin

                          Beggin, beggin you
                          Put your loving hand out baby
                          Beggin, beggin you
                          Put your loving hand out darlin

                          Ridin high, when I was king
                          Played it hard and fast, cause I had everything
                          Walked away, won me then
                          But easy come and easy go
                          And it would end

                          [Yosef Wolde-Mariam]

                          [Tshawe Baqwa:]
                          Beggin, beggin you
                          Put your loving hand out, baby
                          Beggin, beggin you
                          Put your loving hand out darlin

                          [Yosef Wolde-Mariam:]
                          I need you, (yeeah) to understand
                          Tried so hard
                          To be your man
                          The kind of man you want in the end
                          Only then can I begin to live again

                          [Tshawe Baqwa:]
                          An empty shell
                          I used to be
                          Shadow of my life
                          Was hangin over me

                          A broken man
                          Without a throne
                          Won’t even stand the devils dance
                          To win my soul

                          [Yosef Wolde-Mariam]

                          [Tshawe Baqwa:]
                          Beggin, beggin you
                          Put your loving hand out, baby
                          Beggin, beggin you
                          Put your loving hand out darlin

                          [Yosef Wolde-Mariam:]
                          I’m fighting hard
                          To hold my own
                          No, I just can’t make it
                          All alone

                          I’m holdin on
                          I can’t fall back
                          Now that big brass ring
                          Is a shade of black

                          [Tshawe Baqwa:]
                          Beggin, beggin you
                          Put your loving hand out, baby
                          Beggin, beggin you
                          Put your loving hand out darlin

                          Beggin, beggin you
                          Put your loving hand out, baby
                          Beggin, beggin you
                          Put your loving hand out darlin

                          Beggin, beggin you
                          Put your loving hand out, baby
                          Beggin, beggin you
                          Put your loving hand out darlin

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                            Sober

                            Friday, 12. 26. 2008  –  Category: musique

                            Sober
                            –Pink–

                            I don’t wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest
                            Or the girl who never wants to be alone
                            I don’t wanna be that call at four o’clock in the morning
                            ‘Cause I’m the only one you know in the world that won’t be home

                            Aahh, the sun is blinding
                            I stayed up again
                            Oohh, I am finding
                            That’s not the way I want my story to end
                            [Sober Lyrics On http://www.elyricsworld.com/ ]
                            I’m safe
                            Up high
                            Nothing can touch me
                            But why do I feel this party’s over?
                            No pain
                            Inside
                            You’re my protection
                            But how do I feel this good sober?

                            I don’t wanna be the girl who has to fill the silence…
                            The quiet scares me ’cause it screams the truth
                            Please don’t tell me that we had that conversation
                            When I won’t remember, save your breath, ’cause what’s the use?

                            Aahh, the night is calling
                            And it whispers to me softly, “come and play”
                            Aahh, I am falling
                            And if I let myself go, I’m the only one to blame

                            I’m safe
                            Up high
                            Nothing can touch me
                            But why do I feel this party’s over?
                            No pain
                            Inside
                            You’re like perfection
                            But how do I feel this good sober?

                            I’m comin’ down
                            Comin’ down
                            Comin’ down
                            Spinnin’ round
                            Spinnin’ round
                            Spinnin’ round
                            Looking for myself.. Sober

                            Comin’ down
                            Comin’ down
                            Comin’ down
                            Spinnin’ round
                            Spinnin’ round
                            Spinnin’ round
                            Looking for myself.. Sober

                            When it’s good, then it’s good, it’s so good, ’till it goes bad
                            Till you’re trying to find the you that you once had
                            I have heard myself cry
                            Never again
                            Broken down in agony
                            And just trying to find a friend

                            I’m safe
                            Up high
                            Nothing can touch me
                            But why do I feel this party’s over?
                            No pain
                            Inside
                            You’re like perfection
                            But how do I feel this good sober?

                            I’m safe
                            Up high
                            Nothing can touch me
                            But why do I feel this party’s over?
                            No pain
                            Inside
                            You’re like perfection
                            But how do I feel this good sober?

                            How do I feel this good sober?

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                              Rain On Your Parade

                              Friday, 12. 26. 2008  –  Category: musique

                              Rain On Your Parade
                              –Duffy–

                              I wish you well
                              I hope you survive
                              I hope you live, oh baby, so I can watch you cry.

                              ‘Cause I know in time you’ll see what you did to me
                              And you’ll come running back.

                              I’m gonna rain on your parade
                              No, I won’t take it again
                              And I’ll keep raining, raining, raining over you.

                              I’m gonna rain on your parade.
                              No, I won’t take it again.
                              And I’ll keep raining, raining, raining over you.

                              I pity the fools who bathe in you
                              ‘Cause I know someday now, they’ll see your colours too.
                              And if you see a smile, besides my face, no I’m doing good.
                              Since you’ve been erased.

                              ‘Cause I know in time you’ll see what you did to me
                              And you’ll come running back.

                              I’m gonna rain on your parade.
                              No, I won’t take it again.
                              And I’ll keep raining, raining, raining over you.

                              I’m gonna rain on your parade.
                              No, I won’t take it again.
                              And I’ll keep raining, raining, raining over you.

                              I’m gonna rain on your parade.
                              No, I won’t take it again.
                              And I’ll keep raining, raining, raining over you.

                              I’m gonna rain on your parade.
                              No, I won’t take it again.
                              And I’ll keep raining, raining, raining over you.

                              I’m gonna rain on your parade.
                              No, I won’t take it again.
                              And I’ll keep raining, raining, raining over you

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                                Sweet About Me

                                Friday, 12. 26. 2008  –  Category: musique

                                Sweet About Me
                                –Gabriella Cilmi–

                                Ooh Watching Me, Hanging By A String This Time
                                Oh Easily The Climax Of A Perfect Life.
                                Ooh Watching Me, Hanging By A String This Time.
                                Oh Easily, My Smiles Worth A Hundred Lies.

                                If There’s Lessons To Be Learned, I’d Rather Get My Jamming Words In First Oh
                                Tell Ya Something That I’ve Found, That The Worlds A Better Place When It’s Upside Down Boy
                                If There’s Lessons To Be Learned, I’d Rather Get My Jamming Words In First Oh
                                When Your Playing With Desire, Don’t Come Running To My Place When It Burns Like Fire, Boy.

                                Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me, Yeah
                                Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me, Yeah
                                Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me Yeah
                                Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me, Yeah

                                Blue, Blue, Blue Waves They Crash
                                As Time Goes By, So Hard To Catch
                                And Too, Too Smooth, Ain’t All That
                                Why Don’t You Ride My Side Of The Tracks

                                If There’s Lessons To Be Learned, I’d Rather Get My Jamming Words In First Oh
                                Tell Ya Something That I’ve Found, That The Worlds A Better Place When It’s Upside Down Boy
                                If There’s Lessons To Be Learned, I’d Rather Get My Jamming Words In First Oh
                                When Your Playing With Desire, Don’t Come Running To My Place When It Burns Like Fire, Boy.

                                Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me, Yeah
                                Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me, Yeah
                                Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me Yeah
                                Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me, Yeah

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                                  This Is The Life

                                  Sunday, 12. 21. 2008  –  Category: musique

                                  This Is The Life

                                  –Amy MacDonald–

                                  Oh the wind whistles down
                                  The cold dark street tonight
                                  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’re singing the songs
                                  Thinking this is the life
                                  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’re singing the songs
                                  Thinking this is the life
                                  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?

                                  So your heading down the road in your taxi for four
                                  And you’re waiting outside Jimmy’s front door
                                  But nobody’s in and nobody’s home ’til four
                                  So you’re sitting there with nothing to do
                                  Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew
                                  And where you’re gonna go and where you’re gonna sleep tonight

                                  And you’re singing the songs
                                  Thinking this is the life
                                  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’re singing the songs
                                  Thinking this is the life
                                  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 singing the songs
                                  Thinking this is the life
                                  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’re singing the songs
                                  Thinking this is the life
                                  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’re singing the songs
                                  Thinking this is the life
                                  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’re singing the songs
                                  Thinking this is the life
                                  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?

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                                    Love Lockdown

                                    Friday, 12. 19. 2008  –  Category: musique

                                    Love Lockdown
                                    –Kanye West–

                                    I’m not lovin’ you
                                    Way I wanted to
                                    What I had to do
                                    Had to run from you
                                    I’m in love with you
                                    But the vibe is wrong
                                    And that haunted me all the way home

                                    So you never know
                                    Never, never know
                                    Never know enough
                                    Til it’s over love
                                    Til we lose control
                                    System overload
                                    Screamin’ no, no, no, no, no

                                    I’m not lovin’ you
                                    Way I wanted to
                                    See I want to move
                                    But can’t escape from you
                                    So I keep it low
                                    Keep a secret code
                                    So everybody else don’t have to know

                                    So keep your love locked down
                                    Your love locked down
                                    Keepin’ your love locked down
                                    Your love locked down
                                    Now keep your love locked down
                                    Your love locked down
                                    Now keep your love locked down
                                    You lose

                                    I’m not lovin’ you
                                    Way I wanted to
                                    I can’t keep my cool
                                    So I keep it true
                                    I got something to lose
                                    So I gotta move
                                    I can’t keep myself
                                    And still keep you too

                                    So I keep in mind
                                    When I’m on my own
                                    Somewhere far from home
                                    In the danger zone
                                    How many times did I tell you
                                    ‘fore it finally got through
                                    You lose, you lose

                                    I’m not lovin’ you
                                    Way I wanted to
                                    See I had to go
                                    See I had to move
                                    No more wasting time
                                    You can’t wait for life
                                    We’re just racing time
                                    Where’s the finish line

                                    So keep your love locked down
                                    Your love locked down
                                    Keepin’ your love locked down
                                    Your love locked down
                                    Now keep your love locked down
                                    Your love locked down
                                    Now keep your love locked down
                                    You lose

                                    I’m not lovin’ you
                                    Way I wanted to
                                    I bet no one knew
                                    I got no one new
                                    No, I said I’m through
                                    But got love for you
                                    But I’m not lovin’ you
                                    Way I wanted to

                                    Gotta keep it going
                                    Keep the lovin’ going
                                    Keep it on a roll
                                    Only god knows
                                    If I’ll be with you
                                    Baby I’m confused
                                    You choose, you choose

                                    I’m not lovin’ you
                                    Way I wanted to
                                    Where I want to go
                                    I don’t need you
                                    I’ve been down this road
                                    Too many times before
                                    I’m not lovin’ you
                                    Way I wanted to

                                    So keep your love locked down
                                    Your love locked down
                                    Keepin’ your love locked down
                                    Your love locked down
                                    Now keep your love locked down
                                    Your love locked down
                                    Now keep your love locked down
                                    You lose

                                    You lose
                                    You lose
                                    You lose
                                    You lose

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                                      Into the fire

                                      Friday, 12. 19. 2008  –  Category: musique

                                      Into The Fire
                                      –13 Senses–

                                      Come on, come on
                                      Put your hands into the fire
                                      Explain, explain
                                      As I turn and meet the power
                                      This time, This time
                                      Turning white and senses dire
                                      Pull up, pull up
                                      From one extreme to another

                                      From the summer to the spring
                                      From the mountain to the air
                                      From Samaritan to sin
                                      And it’s waiting on the end

                                      Come on, come on
                                      Put your hands into the fire
                                      Explain, explain
                                      As I turn and meet the power
                                      This time, This time
                                      Turning white and sense dire
                                      Pull up, pull up
                                      From one extreme to another

                                      From the summer to the spring
                                      From the mountain to the air
                                      From Samaritan to sin
                                      And it’s waiting on the end

                                      and now I’m alone I’m looking out
                                      I’m looking in, way down
                                      The lights are dim
                                      and now I’m alone I’m looking out
                                      I’m looking in, way down
                                      The lights are dim

                                      Ooooh

                                      Come on, come on
                                      Put your hands into the fire
                                      Come on, come on

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                                        Jizz In My Pants

                                        Monday, 12. 15. 2008  –  Category: musique

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