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ECOUTEZ
"pas pas paspaspas pas
pasppas ppas pas paspas
le pas pas le faux pas le pas
paspaspas le pas le mau
le mauve le mauvais pas
paspas pas le pas le papa
le mauvais papa le mauve le pas
paspas passe paspaspasse
passe passe il passe il pas pas
il passe le pas du pas du pape
du pape sur le pape du pas du passe
passepasse passi le sur le
le pas le passi passi passi pissez sur
le pape sur papa sur le sur la sur
la pipe du papa du pape pissez en masse
passe passe passi passepassi la passe
la basse passi passepassi la
passio passiobasson le bas
le pas passion le basson et
et pas le basso do pas
paspas do passe passiopassion do
ne do ne domi ne passi ne dominez pas
ne dominez pas vos passions passives ne
ne domino vos passio vos vos
ssis vos passio ne dodo vos
vos dominos d'or
c'est domdommage do dodor
do pas pas ne domi
pas paspasse passio
vos pas ne do ne do ne dominez pas
vos passes passions vos pas vos
vos pas dévo dévorants ne do
ne dominez pas vos rats
pas vos rats
ne do dévorants ne do ne dominez pas
vos rats vos rations vos rats rations ne ne
ne dominez pas vos passions rations vos
ne dominez pas vos ne vos ne do do
minez minez vos nations ni mais do
minez ne do ne mi pas pas vos rats
vos passionnantes rations de rats de pas
pas passe passio minez pas
minez pas vos passions vos
vos rationnants ragoûts de rats dévo
dévorez-les dévo dédo do domi
dominez pas cet a cet avant-goût
de ragoût de pas de passe de
passi de pasigraphie gra phiphie
graphie phie de phie
phiphie phéna phénakiki
phénakisti coco
phénakisticope phiphie
phopho phiphie photo do do
dominez do photo mimez phiphie
photomicrographiez vos goûts
ces poux chorégraphiques phiphie
de vos dégoûts de vos dégâts pas
pas ça passio passion de ga
coco kistico ga les dégâts pas
le pas pas passiopas passion
passion passioné né né
il est né de la né
de la néga ga de la néga
de la négation passion gra cra
crachez cra crachez sur vos nations cra
de la neige il est il est né
passioné né il est né
à la nage à la rage il
est né à la né à la nécronage cra rage il
il est né de la né de la néga
néga ga cra crachez de la né
de la ga pas néga négation passion
passionné nez pasionném je
je t'ai je t'aime je
je je jet je t'ai jetez
je t'aime passionném t'aime
je t'aime je je jeu passion j'aime
passionné éé ém émer
émerger aimer je je j'aime
émer émerger é é pas
passi passi éééé ém
éme émersion passion
passionné é je
je t'ai je t'aime je t'aime
passe passio ô passio
passio ô ma gr
ma gra cra crachez sur les rations
ma grande ma gra ma té
ma té ma gra
ma grande ma té
ma terrible passion passionnée
je t'ai je terri terrible passio je
je je t'aime
je t'aime je t'ai je
t'aime aime aime je t'aime
passionné é aime je
t'aime passioném
je t'aime
passionnément aimante je
t'aime je t'aime passionnément
je t'ai je t'aime passionné né
je t'aime passionné
je t'aime passionnément je t'aime
je t'aime passio passionnément " |
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Celluloid Heroes-The Kinks
(j'ai toujours les larmes qui me montent legerement aux yeux lors du passage Greta Garbo/Bette Davis/Marilyn)
Everybodys a dreamer and everybodys a star,
And everybodys in movies, it doesnt matter who you are.
There are stars in every city,
In every house and on every street,
And if you walk down hollywood boulevard
Their names are written in concrete!
Dont step on Greta Garbo as you walk down the boulevard,
She looks so weak and fragile thats why she tried to be so hard
But they turned her into a princess
And they sat her on a throne,
But she turned her back on stardom,
Because she wanted to be alone.
You can see all the stars as you walk down hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that youve hardly even heard of,
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.
Rudolph Valentino, looks very much alive,
And he looks up ladies dresses as they sadly pass him by.
Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi
cos hes liable to turn and bite,
But stand close by Bette Davis
Because hers was such a lonely life.
If you covered him with garbage,
George sanders would still have style,
And if you stamped on mickey rooney
He would still turn round and smile,
But please dont tread on dearest Marilyn
cos shes not very tough,
She should have been made of iron or steel,
But she was only made of flesh and blood.
You can see all the stars as you walk down hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that youve hardly even heard of.
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.
Everybodys a dreamer and everybodys a star
And everybodys in show biz, it doesnt matter who you are.
And those who are successful,
Be always on your guard,
Success walks hand in hand with failure
Along hollywood boulevard.
I wish my life was a non-stop hollywood movie show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.
You can see all the stars as you walk along hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that youve hardly even heard of,
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.
Oh celluloid heroes never feel any pain
Oh celluloid heroes never really die.
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| Posté le:: 12/12/2006 17:31 Sujet: Lyrics.... |
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Wes Alane
Son déri sang / Mini sondé
Bika mi sanga / ga minitou / mi pa mi tcho andou mi pao yé
Son déri sang / Minimi so bébi sondé..é
Bika misanga ganimitou / mi pa mi tcho andou mi pao yé
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
We ya senga / Has wéhé
Wanna wéndé lambo / hé hé hémentourek !
Hé hi yé yé yé (bis)
Son déri sang / hou hou hou hou hou / Mini sondé
Bika mi sanga / ga minitou / mi pa mi tcho andou mi pao yé
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
We ya senga wé / Has wéhé
Wanna wéndé lambo / hé hé hémentourek !
Hé... hi yé yé yé
Né ma ka ni kaso
Né ma pa ni kaso / Né ma pa sé pa
Né ma ka ni kaso / Né ma pané ka
Né ma pa ni kaso / Né ma pa sé pa
Né ma ka ni kaso / Né ma pané ka
Né ma pa ni kaso / Né ma pa sé pa
Né ma ka ni kaso / Né ma pané ka
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
We ya senga / Has wéhé
Wanna wéndé lambo / Yé yé yein
We ya senga / Has wéhé
Wanna wéndé lambo / hé hé hémentourek !
Né ma pa ni kaso / Né ma pa sé pa
Né ma ka ni kaso / Né ma pané ka
Né ma pa ni kaso / Né ma pa sé pa
Né ma ka ni kaso / Hé... hi yé yé yé
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| le-maitre wrote: | Wes Alane
Son déri sang / Mini sondé
Bika mi sanga / ga minitou / mi pa mi tcho andou mi pao yé
Son déri sang / Minimi so bébi sondé..é
Bika misanga ganimitou / mi pa mi tcho andou mi pao yé
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
We ya senga / Has wéhé
Wanna wéndé lambo / hé hé hémentourek !
Hé hi yé yé yé (bis)
Son déri sang / hou hou hou hou hou / Mini sondé
Bika mi sanga / ga minitou / mi pa mi tcho andou mi pao yé
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
We ya senga wé / Has wéhé
Wanna wéndé lambo / hé hé hémentourek !
Hé... hi yé yé yé
Né ma ka ni kaso
Né ma pa ni kaso / Né ma pa sé pa
Né ma ka ni kaso / Né ma pané ka
Né ma pa ni kaso / Né ma pa sé pa
Né ma ka ni kaso / Né ma pané ka
Né ma pa ni kaso / Né ma pa sé pa
Né ma ka ni kaso / Né ma pané ka
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
Alanné mba yi woma... wé / Ho tou sondé / Ho ma... yé
We ya senga / Has wéhé
Wanna wéndé lambo / Yé yé yein
We ya senga / Has wéhé
Wanna wéndé lambo / hé hé hémentourek !
Né ma pa ni kaso / Né ma pa sé pa
Né ma ka ni kaso / Né ma pané ka
Né ma pa ni kaso / Né ma pa sé pa
Né ma ka ni kaso / Hé... hi yé yé yé |
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| Posté le:: 12/12/2006 18:36 Sujet: Lyrics.... |
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| Flow wrote: | |
En voyant que tu avais posté dans ce topic, j'ai cru que tu allais citer les magnifiques paroles de la chanson de Diam's que tu aimes tant...
Je suis déçu, en fait...
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| Posté le:: 12/12/2006 18:45 Sujet: Lyrics.... |
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| Joey wrote: | | Flow wrote: | |
En voyant que tu avais posté dans ce topic, j'ai cru que tu allais citer les magnifiques paroles de la chanson de Diam's que tu aimes tant...
Je suis déçu, en fait... |
Oui mais je le sens je le sais tu te fous de moi !
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| Posté le:: 12/12/2006 20:11 Sujet: Lyrics.... |
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Le clip est trop cool aussi . . .
Mais ferme ta gueule toi aussi regarde toi t'est en calcif Putain |
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| Posté le:: 13/12/2006 03:22 Sujet: Lyrics.... |
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| le-maitre wrote: | Wes Alane
Son déri sang / Mini sondé
Bika mi sanga / ga minitou / mi pa mi tcho andou mi pao yé
Son déri sang / Minimi so bébi sondé..é
Bika misanga ganimitou / mi pa mi tcho andou mi pao yé
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Me trouvant completement demunie devant ces mots sombres et obscurs, je te propose en reponse de t'envoyer par MP des extraits de Sam Alpha qui interprete Brassens en creole.
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| Posté le:: 09/01/2007 08:55 Sujet: Lyrics.... |
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You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.
The revolution will not be televised-Gil Scott-Heron
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Since your breathing, is it all that a space can fill?
So just by looking in, Ill be looking still
You find and follow stories well
Youre naked except for a newspaper, the headline telling me
That fortune favours the brave
Ive been known to be that brave
What I want is on it's way out
All I needed was an easier way to stay
Walking around the city as the light fades (is it all that you remain?)
Im thinking about each promise that I have ever made
But I know what they will never say, I know what they will never say
Century after Century they remain
And if I read to remember that the entire Earth is outside this room
So close the windows, keep the curtains shut forever
And if I need to remember that the entire Earth is outside this room
So close the windows, close the windows
Isnt it romantic, to be romantic
When you dont understand what you love
Or if a word like that could ever mean anything
When what you want is on it's way out
I didnt hear cheerleading for creative writers
And your cheekbones dont taste of anything at all
Its on it's way out, its just an easier way to stay
Talking about a city that the light made (is it all that you remain?)
Its the same story thats been told
But its been stories that dont fade
I know what they will never say, I know what they will never say
Century after Century they remain
Is it all that you remain?
Idlewild - Century after Century
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| Quote: | The piano has been drinking
my necktie is asleep
and the combo went back to New York
the jukebox has to take a leak
and the carpet needs a haircut
and the spotlight looks like a prison break
cause the telephone's out of cigarettes
and the balcony's on the make
and the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking...
and the menus are all freezing
and the lightman's blind in one eye
and he can't see out of the other
and the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid
and he showed up with his mother
and the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking
cause the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler
cream puff casper milk toast
and the owner is a mental midget
with the I.Q. of a fencepost
cause the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking...
and you can't find your waitress
with a Geiger counter
And she hates you and your friends
and you just can't get served
without her
and the box-office is drooling
and the bar stools are on fire
and the newspapers were fooling
and the ash-trays have retired
the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking
not me, not me, not me, not me, not me |
The Piano Has Been Drinking - Tom Waits
Putain de belle chanson et putain de beau texte.
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j'approuve !!!
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| Posté le:: 24/09/2007 14:22 Sujet: Lyrics.... |
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Comme je suis une prof trop cool (mais surtout que je vais mourir si je ne fais pas un truc qui m'intéresse une fois par cycle thématique) je veux passer une song en cours. attention, mon thème c'est (ready pour l'originalité qui tue sa mère ? parce que 10 ans plus tard, on fait toujours la même chose et dixit mon tuteur, et il a raison, "les mômes, ils l'ont acheté ce bouquin, alors faut t'en servir....") les relations parents/enfants .
no comment please mais si vous aviez une idée de chanson in english avec paroles d'enfant rebelle ou reconnaissant etc ce serait dla boule.
Merci pour elle !
à bientôt régulièrement; quand j'aurai internet ailleurs que dans la salle des profs (méga glauquie) quoi.
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| Posté le:: 24/09/2007 17:00 Sujet: Lyrics.... |
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Fais leur chanter "Who Are Parents?" des Shaggs !! hihi !
Je sais pas si tu connais mais c'est un groupe composé de 3 soeurs. Elles sont toutes les trois très moches, incapable de jouer correctement, et les paroles sont toutes bien-pensantes et débiles.
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Some kids do as they please
They don't know what life really means
They don't listen to what the ones who really care have to say
They just go and do things their own way
Who are parents?
Parents are the ones who really care
Who are parents?
Parents are the ones who are always there
Some kids think their parents are cruel
Just because they want them to obey certain rules
They start to lean from the ones who really care
Turning, turning from the ones who will always be there
Who are parents?
Parents are the ones who really care
Who are parents?
Parents are the ones who are always there
Parents do understand, parents do care
We must remember
Parents are the ones who will always understand
Parents are the ones who really care
Who Are Parents?
Parents do understand, parents do care
We must remember
Parents are the ones who will always understand
Parents are the ones who really care
Who are parents?
Parents are the ones who really care
Who are parents?
Parents are the ones who are always there
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| Posté le:: 28/09/2007 15:33 Sujet: Lyrics.... |
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merci de ton aide Under, rv pour un feedback
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| Posté le:: 08/10/2007 18:03 Sujet: Lyrics.... |
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J'arrive un peu tard mais j'ai plusieurs idées:
1)Cette chanson de paul westerbeg mais le sujet est peut etre un peu "dur".
My Dad
My dad sitting in his chair
He sits and stares all day
At his flat screen TV
At Christmas he got from me
His fingers, they give a touch
Tells me that I paid too much
Sits there and watches alone
Give him everything I own
My dad sitting in his chair
Still got hair and pride
Ask him how he's feeling
With an emphysema grin, he's fine
Cancels doctor's appointments
Says they'll only make him come back
He's still got some anointment
From when my sister had that rash
His passion's always been golf
Always pulled for the Twins
Broke his back some months ago
Ain't' complained of a twinge
My dad sitting in a chair
Does a crossword there each day
He's got his Chocolate Swoon
And his spitoon, takes aim
There's a Bible on the floor
Next to the baseball box score
On his dresser's a picture of
His one and only grandson
My dad sitting in his chair
Never seen me play
He gets a kick from the newspaper
When he sees the family name
There's a Bible on the floor
Next to the baseball box score
And on his dresser, pictures of
His one and only grandson
2)Cette chanson du grand Ian Dury.
my old man wore three peice whistles
he was never home for long
drove a bus for London Transport
he knew where he belonged
number 18 down to Euston
double decker move along
double decker move along
my old man
later on he drove a Roller
chauffeuring for foreign men
dropped his aitches on occation
said Cor Blimey! now and then
did the crossword in the Standard
at the airport in the rain
at the airport in the rain
my old man
wouldnt never let his guvnors
call him Billy, he was proud
personal reasons make a difference
his last boss was allowed
perhaps he had to keep his distance
made a racket when he rowed
made a racker when he rowed
my old man
my old man
my old man was fairly hansome
he smokes to many cigs
lived in one room in Victoria
he was tidy inhis digs
had to have an operation
when his ulcer got to big
when his ulcer got to big
my old man
seven years went out the window
we met as one to one
died before wed done much talking
but realtions had begun
all the while we though about each other
all the best mate from your son
all the best mate from your son
my old man
my old man
3)Ce classqiue de Guy Clark mais on s'écarte peut etre un peu.Desperados waiting for a train .
Guy Clark, Desperados Waiting for a Train Lyrics
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Artist: Clark Guy
Song: Desperados Waiting for a Train
Album: Keepers [LIVE]
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I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, why has every well I've drilled gone dry?"
We were friends, me and this old man
We's like desperados waitin' for a train
Desperados waitin' for a train
He's a drifter, a driller of oil wells
He's an old school man of the world
He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives was like, some old Western movie
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
There was old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying 'bout their lives while they played
I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick"
Just like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
He's got brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well to me he was a hero of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Jus' like desperados waitin' for a train
Like a desperado waitin' for a train
The day 'fore he died I went to see him
I was grown and he was almost gone.
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang one more verse to that old song
(spoken) Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'
We're desperados waitin' for a train
Was like desperados waitin' for a train
4)Autre mega classique de Cat Stevens.
Father
Its not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
Youre still young, thats your fault,
Theres so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but Im happy.
I was once like you are now, and I know that its not easy,
To be calm when youve found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything youve got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.
Son
How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
Its always been the same, same old story.
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now theres a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.
Father
Its not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
Youre still young, thats your fault,
Theres so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but Im happy.
(son-- away away away, I know I have to
Make this decision alone - no)
Son
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
Its hard, but its harder to ignore it.
If they were right, Id agree, but its them you know not me.
Now theres a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.
(father-- stay stay stay, why must you go and
Make this decision alone? )
5)Enfin ce texte crypté de Steely Dan qui selon certains éxégètes traiterait de la relation père fille.
Your everlasting summer
You can see it fading fast
So you grab a piece of something
That you think is gonna last
You wouldnt know a diamond
If you held it in your hand
The things you think are precious
I cant understand
Chorus:
Are you reelin in the years
Stowin away the time
Are you gatherin up the tears
Have you had enough of mine
You been tellin me youre a genius
Since you were seventeen
In all the time Ive known you
I still dont know what you mean
The weekend at the college
Didnt turn out like you planned
The things that pass for knowledge
I cant understand
Chorus
I spend a lot of money
And I spent a lot of time
The trip we made in hollywood
Is etched upon my mind
After all the things weve done and seen
You find another man
The things you think are useless
I cant understand
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