Paroles

Daughtry - it's not over

I was blown away
What could I say
It all seemed to make sense.
You've taken away everything
And I can't deal with that.

I try to see the good in life.
But good things in life are hard to find.
I'll blow it away, blow it away
Can we make this something good?

Well I'll try to do to right this time around
Let's start over,
Try to do it right this time around
It's not over
Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killing me
But you're the only one
It's not over.

I've taken all I can take
And I cannot wait
We're wasting too much time
Being strong and holding on
Can't let it bring us down

My life with you means everything
So I won't give up that easily
I'll blow it away, blow it away

Can we make this something good?
Cause it's all misunderstood

Well I'll try to do to it right this time around
Let's start over,
Try to do it right this time around
It's not over
Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killing me
But you're the only one
It's not over.

We can't let this get away
Let it out, let it out
Don't get caught up in yourself
Let it out.

Let's start over
Well try to do to it right this time around
It's not over
Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killing me
But you're the only one
It's not over.

Lets start over
It's not over
This love is killing me
But you're the only one
It's not over

Booyaka 619

What you gonna do when we come for you?
Correle. Correle. Andale.
What you gonna do when we come for you?

Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. That's my pueblo.
Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. Rey Mysterio.

Ya llego el Rey Mysterio.
Bato cabron de San Diego.
Flash up on the scene like a brown crusader.
Blowing up screens like space invaders.

Too much damage for one to manage.
Going 51 50 'speaky Spanglish.'
Aste a un lado estoy pesado.
Vivo la vida peleando pecados.

Estados Unidos al otro lao.
A puebla Canada 619 solao.
Do it for my people yeah you gotta love it.
'Mexican' across the stomach.
So think nothing of it
but love it.

Trucha de la calle a la lucha.
Siempre represento con mi chacho cachucha.
619 simo that's my corra.
San Diego, Puerto Rico sinaloa.

Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. That's my pueblo.
Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. Rey Mysterio.
What you gonna do when we come for you?
Correle. Correle. Andale.
What you gonna do when we come for you?
Correle. Correle. Andale.

Mira, mira. Watcha, Watcha.
Cuidado con los celos porque matan.
Booyaka Booyaka el regeton.
Me moda no Mysterio esta cabron.
One, two, three. Este boy's outta that's deep.
Como la ves.
Facil como uno, dos, tres.
Mr. DJ, play that rola otra vez.
And watch how many people go off.
Under the wooden cross, who's the boss.
Nadie brinca brinca.
De el cielo Con mi voz brillo el cielo.
Alto porque me duele la alma.
Y deje mi cartera en Tijuana.
El soldado enmascarado ten cuidado.
paisa paisa estas pasado.

Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. That's my pueblo.
Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. Rey Mysterio.
What you gonna do when we come for you?
Correle. Correle. Andale.
What you gonna do when we come for you?
Correle. Correle. Andale.

Making universal, speaking English.
The way we flip it is hard to distinguish.
Booyaka Booyaka el reggaeton.
Mic check. Mic check. 1, 2, it's on.
Look at me now, el tijuanero.
Amazing the world con mascara de cuero.
Mira watcha el mero mero.
Disfruta la vida con todos sus perros.
It took a whole lot to get where I'm at.
But still ain't got shit but tats on my back.
Ink on my chest, and up down my arms.
I made it true stories and put in a song.
La voz inocente en mi gente.
Truena fuerte como cuente.
That's just life in the 619. So hey, DJ, hit me one more time.

Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. That's my pueblo.
Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey)
Booyaka. Booyaka. Rey Mysterio.
What you gonna do when we come for you?
Correle. Correle. Andale.
What you gonna do when we come for you?
Correle. Correle. Andale.


Mélange d'anglais et d'espagnol, mais ça roxxe !

Une track que j'aime vraiment bien, même si ça fera rire certains :

Blondie - Atomic

Uh-huh make me tonight
Tonight
Make it right
Uh-huh make me tonight
Tonight
Tonight

Oh, uh-huh make it magnificent
Tonight
Right

Ah, oh your hair is beautiful
Ah, tonight
Atomic

Tonight make it magnificent
Tonight
Make me tonight

Your hair is beautiful
Oh, tonight
Atomic
Oh Atomic
Oh

Oh Atomic
Oh Atomic
Oh

Les paroles sont à chier, oui ... mais la musique est vraiment trop bien ... early 80's comme j'aime !

Tout de blondie est trop bien. Un petit Heart of glass, One way or another, c'est que du bonheur. On en fait plus des comme ça maintenant.

One way or another, I'm gonna find ya'
I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya'
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya'
I'm gonna get ya', get ya' ,get ya', get ya'
One way or another, I'm gonna see ya'
I'm gonna meet ya', meet ya', meet ya', meet ya'
One day maybe next week, I'm gonna meet ya'
I'm gonna meet ya', I'll meet ya'
I will drive past your house and if the lights are all down
I'll see who's around
One way or another, I'm gonna find ya'
I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya'
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya'
I'll get ya', I'll get ya'
One way or another, I'm gonna see ya'
I'm gonna meet ya', meet ya', meet ya', meet ya'
One day maybe next week ,I'm gonna meet ya'
I'll meet ya' ah
And if the lights are all out I'll follow your bus downtown
See who's hangin' out
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya'
I'm gonna give you the slip
A slip of the lip or another I'm gonna lose ya'
I'm gonna trick ya', I'll trick ya'
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya'
I'm gonna trick ya', trick ya', trick ya', trick ya'
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya'
I'm gonna give you the slip
I'll walk down the mall, stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all, find out who ya' call
Lead you to the supermarket checkout, some specials and rat food
Get lost in the crowd
One way or another I'm gonna get ya'
I'll get ya'
I'll get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya'
Where I can see it all, find out who ya' call

C'est sûr Nokiou, que Blondie c'est pas assez tektonik ... On est old school ou has been, que veux tu mon vieux ....

Stand by me , Ben E. King

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No, I won't be afraid
No, I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand
Stand by me
So darling, darling
Stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Oh, stand
Stand by me
Stand by me
If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
Or the mountains should crumble in the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No, I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand
Stand by me
So darling, darling
Stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Oh, stand
Stand by me
Stand by me

Cherry Ghost - People help the people

God knows what is hiding in that weak and drunken heart
I guess you kissed the girls and made them cry
those hardfaced queens of misadventure
God knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyes
A fiery throng of muted angels
giving love and getting nothing back

People help the people
and if you're homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it
People help the people
and nothing will drag you down
Oh and if I had a brain, oh and if I had a brain
i'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
that turned all those good hearts away

God knows what is hiding, in that world of little consequence
behind the tears, inside the lies
A thousand slowly dying sunsets
God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
I guess the loneliness came knocking
No on needs to be alone, oh singing

People help the people
and if you're homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it
People help the people
Nothing will drag you down
Oh and if I had a brain, oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
that turned all those good hearts away

People help the people
and if you're homesick, give me your hand and I'll hold it
People help the people
Nothing will drag you down
Oh and if I had a brain, oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
that turned all those good hearts away

[ Dernière modification par leloqueteux le 12 jan 2008 à 14h49 ]

Céline Dion --- My Heart will go on

Every night in my dreams
I see you. I feel you.
That is how I know you go on.

Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on.

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never go till we're one

Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold to
In my life we'll always go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

You're here, there's nothing I fear,
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

Bah quoi ?

[ Dernière modification par chaudakh le 17 jan 2008 à 16h32 ]

I come from down in the valley where mister when youre young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and mary we met in high school when she was just seventeen
Wed ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green

Wed go down to the river
And into the river wed dive
Oh down to the river wed ride

Then I got mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteen birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle
No flowers no wedding dress
That night we went down to the river
And into the river wed dive
On down to the river we did ride

I got a job working construction for the johnstown company
But lately there aint been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I dont remember, mary acts like she dont care
But I remember us riding in my brothers car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks Id lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath shed take
Now those memories come back to haunt me, they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it dont come true
Or is it something worse that sends me
Down to the river though I know the river is dry
Down to the river, my baby and i
Oh down to the river we ride

Toujours là ce topic ?
Tant mieux, il m'a arraché un ou deux sourires

Jean-Jacques Goldman -- On ira

On partira de nuit, l'heure où l'on doute
Que demain revienne encore
Loin des villes soumises, on suivra l'autoroute
Ensuite on perdra tous les nords

On laissera nos clés, nos cartes et nos codes
Prisons pour nous retenir
Tous ces gens que l'on voit vivre comme s'ils ignoraient
Qu'un jour il faudra mourir

Et qui se font surprendre au soir

Oh belle, on ira
On partira toi et moi, où?, je sais pas
Y a que les routes qui sont belles
Et peu importe où elles mènent
Oh belle, on ira, on suivra les étoiles et les chercheurs d'or
Si on en trouve, on cherchera encore

On n'échappe à rien pas même à ses fuites
Quand on se pose on est mort
Oh j'ai tant obéi, si peu choisi petite
Et le temps perdu me dévore

On prendra les froids, les brûlures en face
On interdira les tiédeurs
Des fumées, des alcools et des calmants cuirasses
Qui nous ont volé nos douleurs
La vérité nous fera plus peur

Oh belle, on ira
On partira toi et moi, où?, je sais pas
Y a que des routes qui tremblent
Les destinations se ressemblent
Oh belle, tu verras
On suivra les étoiles et les chercheurs d'or
On s'arrêtera jamais dans les ports

Belle, on ira
Et l'ombre de nous rattrapera peut-être pas
On ne changera pas le monde
Mais il nous changera pas
Ma belle, tiens mon bras
On sera des milliers dans ce cas, tu verras
Et même si tout est joué d'avance, on ira, on ira

Même si tout est joué d'avance
A côté de moi,
Tu sais y a que les routes qui sont belles
Et crois-moi, on partira, tu verras
Si tu me crois, belle
Si tu me crois, belle
Un jour on partira
Si tu me crois, belle
Un jour

C'est un topic parole, pas déchet non plus.

Parole ça suppose un minimum de poésie, de finesse, alors du JJ Goldman...

@+

Tiens, la législation en vigueur n'interdit elle pas de diffuser les paroles sans autorisation de leur auteurs ??

Autant des sites genre paroles.net tout ça ont eu pour la plupart des artistes/chansons l'autorisation, autant MC...

Bon c'est sur, avant que vienne se plaindre une maison de disque à MC, on a le temps, mais il y a déjà eu des sites perso et des blogs dédiés à diffuser des paroles qui ont été fermé à la demande.

Bref, c'est comme les partitions, ça fait beaucoup parler ces temps-ci (bon nombre de fichier guitar pro ne sont plus disponibles par exemple, seules les tablatures sans portée et rythme sont encore tolérées.)

Bah, je tenais juste à soulever ce point, ça pourrait éviter des emmerdes inutiles.

Orson : Ain't No Party [2007]

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Oh, next light bust a right.
It's not gonna be too hard.
If there's no parking on the street pull up on their front yard.
Don't bring no vodka, or whisky,
we've got everything you need.
Just bring a pair of your dancing shoes and get down to this beat.

Let's go down.
Wash that sugar down.
You gotta realize that there aint no party
like the party going on in my house.
Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year.
Because there aint no party
like the party going on in my house,
but it would be so much better if you were only here.
... Mmmm, oh, that's right. Mmmm,
prom night, Oscar night, got all that BS beat.

There's twenty girls for every single boy
and their crazy from this heat.
We'll take you up and down and everywhere in between.
Mom and Dad are out of town all week,
so you better get on your feet.

Let's go down. Wash that sugar down.
Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house.
Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year,
because there aint no party like the party going on in my house,
but it would be so much better if you were only here.
Mmmm. Oh I think it's gonna get hot tonight.

Brothers and sisters moving in together so,
so nice and tight.
Everything you ever wanted from this life is gonna happen right now.
Oooh, those girls tend to hide (?),
and the temperatures rise,
better reach for the sky and raise up the ceiling. ...

Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house.
Better believe that its gonna be the biggest night of the year.
Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house,
but it would be so much better if you were only here.
If only you were here

EDIT : http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/Orson/video/x3ifmq_orson-aint-no-party-new_news

[ Dernière modification par Venser le 25 jan 2008 à 20h28 ]

Deux-trois trucs en boucle en ce moment :

The Poet And The Pendulum - Nightwish

[partie 1: White Sands of Empathica]

The end.

The songwriter’s dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
of empathica, of innocence
Empathica, Innocence

[partie 2: Home]

The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widow writer torn apart by chains of Hell

One last perfect verse
It's still the same old song
Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become

Take me home

[refrain:]
Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer’s hideaway
I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for this cold world
Forgive me,
I have but two faces
One for the world,
One for God,
save me
I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for this cold world

My home was there and then, those meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled days
One with every smiling face

Please, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise,
Tell me once my heart goes right

Take me home

[refrain]

[partie 3: The Pacific]

Sparkle my scenery
With Turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The ever free

Tuck me in beneath the blue
Beneath the Pain,
Beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for a child in time
Swaying blade my lullaby

On the shore we sat and hoped
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you,
Chose you all

"I’m afraid, I'm so afraid.
being raped, again and again, and again
I know I will die alone
but loved.

You live long enough to hear the sounds of guns,
Long enough to find yourself screaming every night,
Live long enough to see your friends betray you.

For years I've been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have three minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me
a death I always longed for."

[partie 4: Dark Passion Play]

2nd robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half - infanticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting poet

Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he`s home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell

The morning dawned upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came

[refrain]

"Today, in the year of our Lord, 2005
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been without silence.
He was found naked and dead,
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text."

Save me

Ya pas la fin, mais elle m'insupporte, alors je l'ai réenregistrée sous Nero en coupant la piste juste après les battements de coeur qui suivent le "save me" ^^

Dominate - Adagio

I see the power in the eye
I see the evil lying there
I see the horror growing deep

I see the sarcasms of your thoughts
I see the will becoming black
I see the wounds of mother Earth

How many days will I hold
My secret mystery
Soon yog-shotthot will proclaim king
I am the son of terror,
Mixture of beast and man
Messenger of the prophecy

Hold my tears sublime my wounds
Drown humanity in tear - now dominate

I see right through you
But my will is to dominate
I see right through you
But my will is to dominate

I see the mother giving birth
I see the child becoming man,
I see dunwich becoming fire

I see the substance of evil,
I hear the hounds barking at night,
Invisible mass climbing stone

How many days will I hold
My secret mystery
Soon yog-shotthot will proclaim king
I am the son of terror,
Mixture of beast and man
Messenger of the prophesy

Hold my tears sublime my wounds
Drown humanity in tear-now dominate

I see right through you
But my will is to dominate
I see right through you
But my will is to dominate

ça a pu échapper aux non-initiés, mais ce vaste délire (leur meilleure chanson je trouve) fait référence à une nouvelle de Lovecraft, L'abomination de Dunwich, assez compliquée à résumer simplement. Disons que le personnage central, Wilbur Akeley, est une sorte d'hybride qui s'est mis en tête de faire venir Yog-Sottoth, un Grand Ancien, sur terre. Bref il est un peu taré, et dans cette chanson c'est lui qui raconte l'histoire de son point de vue.
Sur le même album, Adagio a fait une reprise particulièrement savoureuse de... Fame LAWL.

Jenny was a friend of mine - the Killers

We took a walk that night, but it wasn't the same
We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain
She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go
She couldn't scream while I held I close
I swore I'd never let her go
Tell me what you wanna know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain't no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
So come on, oh come on, oh come on

I know my rights, I've been here all day and it's time
For me to go, so let me know if it's alright
I just can't take this, I swear I told you the truth
She couldn't scream while I held I close
I swore I'd never let her go

Tell me what you wanna know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
And then you whisper in my ear
I know what you're doing here
So come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain't no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on

ça c'est du bon rock bien sympa ^^
Et un truc qu'a rien à voir :

An Distro Euz A Vro-Zaoz - Tri Yann

Etre partez Pouldergat ha partez Plouare,
Ez euz tudjentil iaouang o sevel eunn arme
Evit monet d'ar brezel, dindan mab ann Dukez,
En deuz dastumet kalz tud euz a beb korn Vreiz;

Evit monet d'ar brezel, dreist ar mor, da Vro-zoz.
Me'm euz ma mab Silvestik e ma int ouz he c'hortoz;
Me'm euz ma mab Silvestik ha n'em euz nemet-han
A ia ha heul ar strollad, gand marc'heien ai ban.

Evit mollet d'ar brezel, dindan mab ann Dukez,
Evit mollet d'ar brezel, dreist ar mor, da Vro-zoz.

Eunn noz e oann em gwele, ne oann ket kousket mad,
Me gleve merc' hed Kerlaz a gane son ma mab;
Ha me sevel em'chaonze raktal war ma gwele:
Qtrou doue ! Silvestik, pekc'h oud-de-breme?

Marteze em oud ouspenn tric'hant leo deuz va zi
Pe tolet barz ar mot braz d'ar pesked da zibri;
Mat kerez bea chommet gant da vamm ha da dad,
Te vize bet eurejed breman, eurejed mad;

Achuet oa ann daou vloaz, achuet oa ann tri:
- Kenavo d'id, Silvestik, ne n'az gwelinn ket mui;
Mat kaffenn da eskern paour tollet gand ar mate,
Oh ! me ho dastumefe hag ho briatefe...

Ne oa ked he c'homz gant-hi, he c'homz peurlavaret,
Pa skoaz eul lestr a Vreiz war ann ot, hen kollet,
Pa skoaz eul lestr a Vro penn-da-benn dispennet,
Kollet gant-han he raonnou hag he wemou breet.

Leun a oa a dud varo; den na ouffe lavar,
Na gout pe geit zo amzer n'en deuz gwelet ann douar.
Ha Silvestik ae eno, hogen na mamm na tad,
Na mignon n'en doa, siouaz ! karet he zaou-lagad'.

Les patriotes :

Les invalid's chez nous, l'revers de leur médaille
C'est pas d'être hors d'état de suivr' les fill's, cré nom de nom,
Mais de ne plus pouvoir retourner au champ de bataille.
Le rameau d'olivier n'est pas notre symbole, non!

Ce que, par-dessus tout, nos aveugles déplorent,
C'est pas d'être hors d'état d'se rincer l'œil, cré nom de nom,
Mais de ne plus pouvoir lorgner le drapeau tricolore.
La ligne bleue des Vosges sera toujours notre horizon.

Et les sourds de chez nous, s'ils sont mélancoliques,
C'est pas d'être hors d'état d'ouïr les sirènes, cré de nom de nom,
Mais de ne plus pouvoir entendre au défilé d'la clique,
Les échos du tambour, de la trompette et du clairon.

Et les muets d'chez nous, c'qui les met mal à l'aise
C'est pas d'être hors d'état d'conter fleurette, cré nom de nom,
Mais de ne plus pouvoir reprendre en chœur la Marseillaise.
Les chansons martiales sont les seules que nous entonnons.

Ce qui de nos manchots aigrit le caractère,
C'est pas d'être hors d'état d'pincer les fess's, cré nom de nom,
Mais de ne plus pouvoir faire le salut militaire.
jamais un bras d'honneur ne sera notre geste, non!

Les estropiés d'chez nous, ce qui les rend patraques,
C'est pas d'être hors d'état d'courir la gueus', cré nom de nom,
Mais de ne plus pouvoir participer à une attaque.
On rêve de Rosalie, la baïonnette, pas de Ninon.

C'qui manque aux amputés de leurs bijoux d'famille,
C'est pas d'être hors d'état d'aimer leur femm', cré nom de nom,
Mais de ne plus pouvoir sabrer les belles ennemies.
La colomb' de la paix, on l'apprête aux petits oignons.

Quant à nos trépassés, s'ils ont tous l'âme en peine,
C'est pas d'être hors d'état d'mourir d'amour, cré nom de nom,
Mais de ne plus pouvoir se faire occire à la prochaine.
Au monument aux morts, chacun rêve d'avoir son nom.

Georges Brassens.