ClarkGaybeul Posté(e) 21 février 2005 Posté(e) 21 février 2005 I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? >>>>Cette chanson de Beck, c'est plutôt de l'auto dérision... Et l'air est pas triste... Comprends pas....
Panp Posté(e) 22 février 2005 Posté(e) 22 février 2005 Coldplay - The Scientist - c'est <{POST_SNAPBACK}> ... de la merde ?
drico Posté(e) 24 février 2005 Posté(e) 24 février 2005 pour moi c bob (trouble dub ) "trouble on the road again " alternate j en est des frissons
zouille Posté(e) 12 mars 2005 Posté(e) 12 mars 2005 Re-période de the meadow des (hed)pe.... I don't ask why, I just fall into the meadow I close my eyes , and wait to die Yes, I am a liar Yes, I am a sinner Please forgive my broken soul But I've got nowhere else to go They made the world so hard If I had somewhere else to go I could be a star like you Special like you A star like you Special like you And all those picture frames surround you I saw you in France All those busters hang around you I asked you to dance I can't take you home tonight No, I can't be your man I know why you here tonight You in a fight with your man But I've got nowhere else to go C'est quand qu'elle me lâchera cette chanson? Pis tant qu'on y est: Porcelain Are you wasting away in your skin Are you missing the love of your kin Drifting and floating and fading away Porcelain Do you smell like a girl when you smile Can you bear not to share with your child Drifting and floating and fading away Little lune All day Little lune Porcelain Do you carry the moon in your womb Someone said that youre fading too soon Drifting and floating and fading away Porcelain Are you wasting away in your skin Are you missing the love of your kin Nodding and melting and fading away Little lune All day Little lune... RHCP
bondurant2001 Posté(e) 11 septembre 2014 Posté(e) 11 septembre 2014 Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home Oh brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I am the captain of my pain 'Tis the bit, the bridle and the trashing cane The stirrup, the harness and the whipping mane The pickled eye and the shrinking brain Brother, buy me one more drink Explain the nature of my pain, yeah Let me tell you once again I am the captain of my pain Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I cannot blame it all on her To blame her all would be a lie For many a night I lay awake I wished that I could watch her die To see her accusing finger spurt To see flies swarm her hateful eye To watch her groaning in the dirt To see her clicking tongue crack dry Brother, buy me one more drink One more drink and then goodbye And do not mock me when I say Let's drink one more before I die Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I've been sliding down on rainbows I've been swinging from the stars Now this wretch in beggar's clothing Bangs his cup across the bars Look, this cup of mine is empty Seems I've misplaced my desires Seems I'm sweeping up the ashes Of all my former fires So brother, be a brother And fill this tiny cup of mine But please, sir, make it whiskey I have no head for wine Oh brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home Oh brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I counted up my blessings And I counted only one One tiny little blessing And now that blessing's gone So buy me one more drink, my brother Then I'm taking to the road Yes, I'm taking to the rain And I'm taking to the snow Oh my friend, my only brother Do not let the party grieve And throw a dollar on the bar Now kiss my ass and leave Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home Songwriters Cave Nicholas Edward J´ai pas quitté le port que tu aimais si bien Et j´y traine encore, j´y traine encore comme un crétin Car à t´aimer encore, je suis tellement enclin Que je me déchire encore pour me noyer...enfin J´ai pas quitté le port que tu aimais si bien Et j´y perds un peu le nord, je me comporte comme un vaurien Ravagé par les coups du sort, remué par les coups de chien Tellement que j´en prends l´eau de tous les bords, et j´écope tout ça en vain Si bien que c´est une belle joie encore que sur les pontons tendre la main A ton ombre qui s´évapore dans une bouteille de vin Sur mon désir, sur tes promesses Crachons veux-tu bien Sur mon plaisir, sur tes caresses Crachons veux-tu bien Et si jamais je m´en sors, mais ça m´étonnerait bien Je vomirai tous mes torts entre tes deux seins Je ne serai plus ce porc qui cogne des deux mains Que t´as balancé par dessus bord comme on se lave les mains Je trouverai un boulot au port ou n´importe où ça ne fait rien Dire que j´étais si fort, comment j´en suis là j´en sais rien Peut-être que les cocus adorent faire les malins Avec des mots qui perforent, qui font pleurer les marins Quand j´ai appris que ton corps n´était plus vraiment le mien Ces mots qui me font crier: "SACRE PUTAIN" Sur mon désir, sur tes promesses Crachons veux-tu bien Sur mon plaisir, sur tes caresses Crachons veux-tu bien
bondurant2001 Posté(e) 11 septembre 2014 Posté(e) 11 septembre 2014 Bizarre ta trad' Elle est mieux comme ca ?:
Ekelund Posté(e) 14 septembre 2014 Posté(e) 14 septembre 2014 Take me out tonightWhere there's music and there's peopleWho are young and aliveDriving in your carI never, never want to go homeBecause I haven't got oneAnymoreTake me out tonightBecause I want to see peopleAnd I want to see lightsDriving in your carOh please, don't drop me homeBecause it's not my home, it's their homeAnd I'm welcome no moreAnd if a double-decker busCrashes into usTo die by your sideIs such a heavenly way to dieAnd if a ten ton truckKills the both of usTo die by your sideWell, the pleasure, the privilege is mineTake me out tonightTake me anywhere, I don't care..And in the darkened underpassI thought: 'Oh God, my chance has come at last!'But then a strange fear gripped meAnd I just couldn't askTake me out tonightOh take me anywhere, I don't care..Driving in your carI never, never want to go homeBecause I haven't got oneOh I haven't got oneAnd if a double-decker busCrashes into usTo die by your sideIs such a heavenly way to dieAnd if a ten ton truckKills the both of usTo die by your sideWell, the pleasure, the privilege is mine The Smiths - There's a light that never goes out
bondurant2001 Posté(e) 14 septembre 2014 Posté(e) 14 septembre 2014 I would rather not go Back to the old house I would rather not go Back to the old house There's too many Bad memories Too many memories There... There... There... When you cycled by Here began all my dreams The saddest thing I've ever seen And you never knew How much I really liked you Because I never even told you Oh, and I meant to Are you still there ? Or...have you moved away ? Or have you moved away ? Oh... I would love to go Back to the old house But I never will I never will... I never will... I never will...
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