Votre humeur en lyrics

J'adore le principe mais là tout de suite, j'ai rien à mettre parce que je suis sans humeur spéciale.

Tu sais, ma Lou, dans cette blanche clinique
Neuropsychiatrique
A force de patience et d'inaction
J'ai pu dresser un hanneton

Sur ma tête héliport, l'hélicoléoptère
De ses élytres d'or, refermant l'habitacle
Incline ses antennes porteuses d'sos

Mais merde les phalènes
Frémissantes de stress
Interceptent en vol ...
Mes signaux de détresse

Chanson pour Patrick Dewaere. Ma préférée de l'artiste.

Et ça fait quelques jours que je regarde les films dans lesquels Dewaere a joué. Très très grand acteur ...

Idem, ma préférée de lui.

Hope a écrit:

Capturée a écrit:

Idem, ma préférée de lui.

Frank Turner a écrit:

A teacher of mine once told me that life was just a list of
Disappointments and defeats and you could only do your best
And I said, "Well, that's a fucking cop out", you're just washed up
And you're tired and when I get to your age
Well, I won't be such a coward

But these days I sit at home, I'm known to shout at my TV
And punk rock didn't live up to what I'd hoped that it could be
And all the things that I believed with all my heart when I was young
Are just coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs and
I've packed all my pamphlets with my Bibles at the back of the shelf

Well, it was bad enough, the feeling, the first time it hit
When you realized your parents let the world all go to shit
And that the values and ideals for which so many fought and died
Had been killed off in committees and left to die by the way side

But it was worse when we turned to the kids on the left
And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest
By idiot fucking hippies in fifty different factions
Locked inside some kind of sixties battle re-enactment
So I hung up my banners in disgust and I head for the door

Oh, but once we were young and we were crass enough to care
But I guess, you live and learn, we won't make that mistake again
But surely just for one day we could fight and we could win
And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible

Well, we've been a good few hours drinking
So I'm going to say what everyone's thinking
If we're stuck on this ship and it's sinking
Then we might as well have a parade

Because if it's still going to hurt in the morning
And a better plan's yet to get forming
Then where's the harm spending
An evening in manning the old barricades

So come on, old friends, to the streets
Let's be 1905 but not 1917, let's be heroes
Let's be martyrs, let's be radical thinkers
Who never have to test drive the least of their dreams

Let's divide up the world into the damned and the saved
And ride to the valley like the old Light Brigade
And straighten our backs and not be afraid
And they'll celebrate our deaths with a national parade

Leave the morning to the morning, pain can be killed
With aspirin tablets and vitamin pills
But memories of hope and of glorious defeat
Are a little bit harder to beat

La dernière strophe est superbe.

Très beau <3

Je ne veux pas travailler.
Je ne veux pas déjeuner.

The Fray - Hundred a écrit:

You right where you are, from right where I am
Somewhere between unsure and a hundred

Elle me tue vraiment cette chanson. C'est la distance en mots.

Ça.

J'assume presque.

Dans mes bras Julie.

But you didn't have to cut me off,
make out like it never happened,
and that we were nothing,
and I don't even need your love,
but you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough.
[...] I guess that I don't need that though;
now you're just somebody that I used to know

Closed my door, forgot my key
Missed my bus in the pouring rain
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
Burnt my toast and lost your number
Cut my finger, spilled my beer
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you ?
Had a chat and left my hat
Ate my dog and walked my cat
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you ?
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you ?
Called a cabbage, threw the garbage
Asked for help and got some kelp
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you ?

Shape of my heart - Noah and The Whale.
GPOM.

Oh when I look to the shape of my heart,
It's separated only by scars
That cut in and cut out
Oh and leave me without
Oh a heart that functions at all.

And when I look to the shape of the sky,
I give thanks for this hollow chest of mine;
That I no longer feel
The great weight of ordeals
That can make this life so unkind

Oh and if there's any love in me,
Don't let it show.
Oh and if there's any love in me,
Don't let it grow.

Oh when the wild was all covered by snow,
I forgot the colours that the grass tend to grow.
Oh the trees were all leafless,
And lifeless and black,
And I wondered if the leaves could grow back

For your heart is like a flower as it grows,
And its the rain, not just the sun that helps it bloom,
And you don't know how it feels to be alive,
Until you know how it feels to die

Oh and if there's any love in me,
Don't let it show.
Oh and if there's any love in me,
Don't let it grow.

Citation :

Oh when the wild was all covered by snow,
I forgot the colours that the grass tend to grow.
Oh the trees were all leafless,
And lifeless and black,
And I wondered if the leaves could grow back

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