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So far from the Clyde

Dimanche, 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

Samedi, 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

Mercredi, 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

Dimanche, 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

Dimanche, 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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