Somebody told me

Tuesday, 03. 24. 2009  –  Category: vidéo

Somebody told me
–The killers–
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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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      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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        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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          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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