Humeur du jour... en musique

tchouuu ! ça bounce par chez toi krapo    

Lyade, tes sons c'est du pur bonheur !! Merci pour le partage (j'ai tout particulierement adoré Rodriguez - Street boy ^^)

merci Prisca, ça peut motiver les férus des routes et d'aventure, s'il y en a qui trainent ici et là, dans les fougères de la savane

 


 

sun’s going down let’s get together
on the bridge we’ll meet up tonight

black pants red sweatshirt and brown bags
above the East River’s northern lights

you see what I see
I thought it make believe
watched the sun rise
on my street

old cement makes for
a solid place to lay
bed of light grey
my bed of light grey

while I know it’s letters
that can spell
I hear now it’s words that can say

I decided to start writing less
and I’m talking more everyday

sixteen of our friends
a five seat bright red van
curbside view
turn off of grand

pound my steering wheel
we yell to the windshield
I’m finally home
I’m finally home

no time for cameras
we’ll use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
we’ll be gone when we’re dead
no time for cameras
we’ll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold

every single car alarm we hear
we’ll steal and throw through their window
my water comes straight from the tap
and those bottles are all just for show

I see that we’re made of
more then blood and bones
see we’re made of
sticks and stones

don’t forget to breathe
need locks for your keys
don’t forget to breathe now
forget to breathe now

no time for cameras
we’ll use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
we’ll be gone when we’re dead
no time for cameras
we’ll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold

You're only just a dream boat
Sailing in my head
You swim my secret oceans
Of coral blue and red
Your smell is incense burning
Yor touch is silken yet
It reaches through my skin
Moving from within
And clutches at my breast

[Chorus]
But it's only when I sleep
See you in my dreams
Got me spinning round and round
Turning upside down
But I only hear you breathe
Somewhere in my sleep
Got me spinning roud and round
Turning upside down
But it's only when I sleep

And I wake from slumber
Your shadow's disappeared
Your breath is just a sea mist
Surrounding my body
I'm working through the daytime
But when it's time to rest
I'm lying in my bed
Listening to my breath
Falling from the edge

[Chorus] |Refrain]

[Music] [Musique]

Up to the sky
Where angels fly
I'll never die
Hawaiian high
In bed I lie
No need to cry
My sleeping cry
Hawaiian high

It's reaching through my skin
Moving from within
And clutches at my breast

But it's only when I sleep...

La pendule, sonnant minuit,
Ironiquement nous engage
À nous rappeler quel usage
Nous fîmes du jour qui s´enfuit :
- Aujourd´hui, date fatidique,
Vendredi, treize, nous avons,
Malgré tout ce que nous savons,
Mené le train d´un hérétique.

Nous avons blasphémé Jésus,
Des Dieux le plus incontestable!
Comme un parasite à la table
De quelque monstrueux Crésus,
Nous avons, pour plaire à la brute,
Digne vassale des Démons,
Insulté ce que nous aimons
Et flatté ce qui nous rebute;

Contristé, servile bourreau,
Le faible qu´à tort on méprise;
Salué l´énorme bêtise,
La Bêtise au front de taureau;
Baisé la stupide Matière
Avec grande dévotion,
Et de la putréfaction
Béni la blafarde lumière.

Enfin, nous avons, pour noyer
Le vertige dans le délire,
Nous, prêtre orgueilleux de la Lyre,
Dont la gloire est de déployer
L´ivresse des choses funèbres,
Bu sans soif et mangé sans faim!...
- Vite soufflons la lampe, afin
De nous cacher dans les ténèbres!

C´est ici la case sacrée
Où cette fille très-parée,
Tranquille et toujours préparée,

D´une main éventant ses seins,
Et son coude dans les coussins,
Écoute pleurer les bassins :

C´est la chambre de Dorothée.
- La brise et l´eau chantent au loin
Leur chanson de sanglots heurtée
Pour bercer cette enfant gâtée.

Du haut en bas, avec grand soin,
Sa peau délicate est frottée
D´huile odorante et de benjoin.
- Des fleurs se pâment dans un coin.

{x2:}
C´est la chambre de Dorothée
Bien loin d´ici, bien loin d´ici

(Texte de la version par Léo Ferré)

Four strings across the bridge,
Ready to carry me over,
Over the quavers, drunk in the bars,
Out of the realm of the orchestra,
Out of the realm of the orchestra.

Filling me up with the shivers.
Filling me up with the shivers and quivers.
Filling me up with the shivers.

Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! Violin! Violin!

Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! Violin! Violin!

Paganini up on the chimney,
Lord of the dance,
With Nero and old Nicky.
Whack that devil
Into my fiddlestick!
Give me the Banshees for B.V.s,
Give me the Banshees for B.V.s.

Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, Johnny.
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-dee.
Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, Johnny.
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-diddle-dee-dee!

Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! Violin! Violin!

Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! Violin! Violin!

Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! Violin! Violin!

Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! Violin! Violin!