• Olivier5
    6.2k
    I never loved nobody fully
    Always one foot on the ground
    And by protecting my heart truly
    I got lost
    In the sounds
    I hear in my mind
    All of these voices
    I hear in my mind
    All of these words
    I hear in my mind
    All of this music
    And it breaks my heart

    Suppose I never, ever met you
    Suppose we never fell in love
    Suppose I never ever let you
    Kiss me so sweet
    And so soft
    Suppose I never, ever saw you
    Suppose you never, ever called
    Suppose I kept on singin' love songs
    Just to break
    My own fall

    All my friends say
    That of course
    It's gonna get be'er
    Better, better, better, ohhh...

    I never loved nobody fully... etc.

  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    With time goes...
    Everything goes
    We forget the face and we forget the voice
    The heart, when it doesn't work,
    There is no need to go further
    Just let it go and it's all right

    With time... everything goes
    The other whom we adored, whow we looked for under the rain
    The other whom we guessed in the bend of a glance
    In between words, in between lines, and under the blusher
    Of a makeup vow going to sleep
    With time, everything vanishes

    With time... everything goes
    Even the best memories make a terrible face
    At the used-cloths store, fumbling in the shelves of death,
    On Saturday evening, when tenderness leaves us alone

    With time... everything goes
    The other we trusted, for a cold, for nothing
    The other to whom we gave hot air and jewelry
    For whom we would have sold our soul for two pence
    In front of whom we dragged ourselves like dogs
    With time, hey, everything's fine

    With time goes everything
    We forget the passions, we forget the voices
    That whispered the words of simple folks
    "Don't come back too late, please, don't catch a cold."

    With time goes everything
    And we feel old and grey like a broken horse
    And we feel frozen in a bed of hazards
    And we feel all alone, perhaps, but cushy
    And we feel fooled by our lost years
    So really… with time… we don't love anymore.

  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    I want a Sunday kind of love
    A love to last past Saturday night
    And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight
    And I want a Sunday kind of love
    I want a a love that's on the square
    Can't seem to find somebody
    Someone to care
    And I'm on a lonely road that leads to no where
    I need a Sunday kind of love

    I do my Sunday dreaming, oh yea
    And all my Sunday scheming
    Every minute, every hour, every day
    Oh I'm hoping to discover
    A certain kind of lover
    Who will show me the way

    And my arms need someone
    Someone to enfold
    To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold
    Love for all my life to have and to hold
    Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love

    I don't want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday
    Oh nothing but Sunday oh yea
    I want a Sunday Sunday
    I want a Sunday kind of love

  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    Did you ever wake up to find
    A day that broke up your mind
    Destroyed your notion of circular time
    It's just that demon life has got you in its sway

    Ain't flinging tears out on the dusty ground
    For all my friends out on the burial ground
    Can't stand the feeling getting so brought down
    It's just that demon life has got me in its sway

    There must be ways to find out
    Love is the way they say is really strutting out
    Hey, hey, hey now
    One day I woke up to find
    Right in the bed next to mine
    Someone that broke me up with a corner of her smile, yeah
    It's just that demon life has got me in its sway

  • Daniel
    458
    Terra
    Caetano Veloso

  • Olivier5
    6.2k

    Thanks. A bit of background:

    In 1969 the young singer-song writers Caetano Veloso and Gilberto Gil arrived in London, expelled from military-ruled Brazil. ...

    Gil and Caetano met in 1963 at university in Salvador, the capital Bahia, in Brazil’s culturally vibrant Northeast. There they collaborated, initially performing traditional Northeastern songs and bossa nova melodies, sometimes together with Maria Bethânia (Caetano’s sister), Gal Costa and Tom Zé, other future stars.

    In 1965 they left Salvador to pursue opportunities in the cultural hubs to the south, with Gil moving to São Paulo and Caetano (with Bethânia) opting for Rio de Janeiro. They soon came to the attention of a wider Brazilian public, in no small part thanks to the growing reach of television. ... [Military coup happens]

    Soon after their arrests, Caetano and Gil were transferred to Rio where they were moved between military detention centres. They were often held in solitary confinement, were constantly intimidated and, in a symbolic act of humiliation, both had their famously long hair shorn off.

    One of Caetano’s favourite songs, “Terra“ [“Earth”] was born in his prison cell and produced while in exile: he was given a copy of the magazine Manchete which included, for the first time, photos of Earth from outer space.

    Finally, on February 19th, they were put on an air force plane and flown north to Salvador. There they remained under semi-house arrest, until they were “invited” to leave the country.

    “I guess they just don’t like what we do”, suggested Caetano shortly before his departure, “they just don’t seem to understand anything open-ended, anything they can’t foresee and control.”

    As neither Caetano nor Gil had the money for the airfares, let alone resources to meet expenses abroad, a solution had to be found. Despite being banned from making public appearances, the two persuaded the authorities to grant them permission to perform in Salvador, on condition that they pledged not to “incite” the crowd.

    The shows (they were allowed two) went ahead on the 20th and 21st July 1969
    at the Teatro Castro Alves, the largest artistic venue in the city. Caetano, aged 26, and Gil, who had just turned 27, were then escorted to Rio to await their travel documents. A few days later, together with their wives – sisters Dedé and Sandra Gadelha – they boarded a plane for Europe. ...

    source: https://theworldelsewhere.com/2015/10/15/london-london-brazils-caetano-veloso-and-gilberto-gil-in-exile-part-1/

  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    About truth, I think...


    Come waste your millions here
    Secretly she sneers
    Another corporate show
    A guilty conscience grows

    And I'll feel a guilty conscience grow
    And I'll feel a guilty conscience grow

    She burns like the sun
    And I can't look away
    And she'll burn our horizons
    Make no mistakes

    Come let the truth be shared
    No one ever dared
    To break these endless lies
    Secretly she cries

    She burns like the sun
    And I can't look away
    And she'll burn our horizons
    Make no mistakes

    And I'll hide from the world
    Behind a broken frame
    And I'll run forever
    I can't face the shame


  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    I am an island underneath the setting sun
    In an ocean that is churning
    For all I know there might be nobody nearby
    Still, the world, it keeps on turning

    And when that sun goes down
    It gets brighter in my heart somehow
    I don't know why this is
    But it's what I’d like to know

    Sometimes we start over
    And go solo
    We're looking for
    That summer home
    Beside the sea
    And for the future

    Since I left you I'm a gold balloon that wanders high
    I won't sing through rainbows and showers
    Taking lovers just might keep my tears at bay
    But the dam will break at any hour

    By candle-light you seem
    To deepen in your mysteries
    Confusing forces move
    At the tides of these seas

    Sometimes we start over
    And go solo
    Are we're looking for
    The ones we've hurt
    Just to forgive us
    In the future

    Sometimes we start over
    And go solo
    No metaphors
    Are needed from
    This time onwards
    In this song

  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    I hope no octopus was hurt while shooting this video...

  • Jack Cummins
    5.3k
    GOOD LUCK, SEEKER
    'Throughout all ages humans have sought
    and some have found
    a door through which we may pass
    but that door is within the soul
    It is an enlargement of consciousness
    whereby we perceive things to which
    we have hitherto been blind'

    The Waterboys (2020)
  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    This is the first day of my life
    I swear I was born right in the doorway
    I went out in the rain
    Suddenly everything changed
    They're spreadin' blankets on the beach

    Yours is the first face that I saw
    I think I was blind before I met you
    I don't know where I am
    I don't know where I've been
    But I know where I want to go
    So I thought I'd let you know
    That these things take forever
    I especially am slow
    But I realized that I need you
    And I wondered if I could come home

    Remember the time you drove all night
    Just to meet me in the morning
    And I thought it was strange
    You said everything changed
    You felt as if you just woke up
    And you said,
    This is the first day of my life,
    I'm glad I didn't die before I met you
    But now I don't care I could go anywhere with you
    And I'd probably be happy.

    So if you wanna be with me
    With these things there's no telling
    We'll just have to wait and see
    But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
    Than waiting to win the lottery

    Besides maybe this time it's different
    I mean I really think you like me...

  • fdrake
    6.5k


    Topical.
  • Pinprick
    950
    I know, I know, this is a silly kid’s song, but lyrically it it touches on some “deep” topics; the naturalistic fallacy, morality, corporate greed, environmentalism, etc.



    How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doing what comes naturally.
    How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just following my destiny.
    How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doing what comes naturally.
    How ba-a-a-ad can I be? How bad can I possibly be?

    Well there's a principle of nature (principle of nature)
    That almost every creature knows.
    Called survival of the fittest (survival of the fittest)
    And check it this is how it goes.
    The animal that eats gotta scratch and fight and claw and bite and punch.
    And the animal that doesn't,
    Well the animal that doesn't winds up someone else's lu-lu-lu-lu-lunch
    (Munch, munch, munch, munch, munch)
    I'm just sayin'.

    How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doing what comes naturally.
    How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just following my destiny.
    How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doing what comes naturally
    How ba-a-a-ad can I be? How bad can I possibly be?

    There's a principle in business (principle in business)
    That everybody knows is sound.
    It says the people with the money (people with the money)
    Make this ever-loving world go 'round
    So I'm biggering my company, I'm biggering my factory,
    I'm biggering my corporate size.
    Everybody out there, take care of yours and me?
    I'll take care. of.
    Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.
    (Shake that bottom line)
    Let me hear you say 'smogulous smoke'
    (Smogulous smoke)
    Schloppity schlop
    (Schloppity schlop)
    Complain all you want, it's never ever, ever, ever gonna stop.
    Come on how bad can I possibly be?

    How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just building the economy.
    How ba-a-a-ad can I be? Just look at me pettin' this puppy.
    How ba-a-a-ad can I be? A portion of proceeds goes to charity.
    How ba-a-a-ad can I be? How bad can I possibly be? Let's see.

    All the customers are buying.
    (How ba-a-a-ad can I be?) And the money's multiplying.
    (How ba-a-a-ad can I be?) And the PR people are lying.
    (How ba-a-a-ad can I be?) And the lawyers are denying.
    (How ba-a-a-ad can I be?) Who cares if a few trees are dying?
    (How ba-a-a-ad can I be?) This is all so gratifying.
    How bad.
    How bad can this possibly be!?
  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    That's pretty good actually, as far as these things go.


    I'm not the man you think I am
    I'm not that kind of guy
    Beneath this sleek exterior
    There's less than meets the eye

    I'm just what you've been looking for
    Your wildest dream come true
    I'm not the man you think I am
    But I'm the man for you

    I'm on important business
    I'm late for my premiere
    I'm doing you a favor
    Just by being here

    Surely you can buy a drink
    For someone so renowned
    I'm not the man you think I am
    But I'm the man you've found

    I'm burning with indifference
    I'm sleeping with desire
    I'm selling snow to eskimos
    I'm preaching to the choir

    My past is catching up to me
    My chips are coming due
    I'm not the man you think I am
    But I'm the man for you


  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    Born down in a dead man's town
    And the first kick I took was when I hit the ground
    You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
    'Til you spend half your life just to cover it up

    Born in the U.S.A.
    I was born in the U.S.A.
    I was born in the U.S.A.
    Born in the U.S.A.

    Got in a little hometown jam
    So they put a rifle in my hand
    Sent me off to a foreign land
    To go and kill the yellow man

    Born in the U.S.A.
    I was born in the U.S.A.
    I was born in the U.S.A.
    Born in the U.S.A.

    Come back home to the refinery
    Hiring man says, "Son, if it was up to me"
    I go down to see the V.A. man
    He said, "Son, don't you understand?"

    Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
    They're still there, he's all gone
    He had a little girl in Saigon
    I got a picture of him in her arms

    Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
    Out by the gas fires of the refinery
    I'm ten years burning down the road
    I've got nowhere to run and nowhere to go

    Born in the U.S.A.
    I was born in the U.S.A.
    I was born in the U.S.A.
    I'm a long time daddy in the U.S.A.
    I was born in the U.S.A.
    I'm a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A.
    I was born in the U.S.A.
    I was born in the U.S.A.
    Born in the U.S.A.
    Born in the U.S.A.
    I'm a long gone daddy in the U.S.A.
    Born in the U.S.A.
    I was...

  • Pinprick
    950


    :up:

    I’d heard “Born in the USA” several times before I realized it was more of a critique of the US instead of the patriotic anthem it comes across as, which I always thought was pretty cool.
  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    Me too! It's a sort of hidden protest song about the violence in the system and despair. The only tender verses are: He had a little girl in Saigon / I got a picture of him in her arms.
  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    Not very deep, but it feels so good!

  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    Billy
    He's down by the railroad track
    Sitting low in the back seat
    Of his Cadillac
    Diamond Jackie
    She's so intact
    And she falls so softly beneath him
    Jackie's heels are stacked
    Billy's got cleats on his boots
    Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway
    And come back home with the loot
    It's midnight in Manhattan
    This is no time to get cute
    It's a mad dog's promenade
    So walk tall, or baby, don't walk at all

    Fish lady, fish lady
    She baits those tenement walls
    She won't take corner boys
    Ain't got no money and they're so easy
    I said, "Hey baby, won't you take my hand, walk with me down Broadway
    Oh mama take my hand, and walk with me down Broadway, yeah
    I'm a young man and I talk real loud, yeah baby, walk real proud for you
    So shake away your city life
    Shake away your street life
    Shake away your sin life
    And hook up to the train
    Oh, hook up to the night train
    Hook it up, hook up to the train etc.
    But I know that she won't take the train
    No, she won't take the train
    No, she won't take the train etc.
    She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
    And when she turns, this boy'll be gone
    So long
    Sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on

    Hey vibes man, hey jazz man
    Oh play me your serenade
    Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave
    Save your notes
    Don't spend them on the blues boy
    Save your notes
    Don't spend them on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy
    Straight for the church note ringin'
    Vibes man sting a trash can
    Listen to your junk man
    Ah, listen to your junk man
    He's singin', singin', he's singin', etc.
    All dressed up in satin
    Walkin' past the alley
    Singin', singin’ etc.


  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    As I was singing "BORN IN THE USAAAAAAA" at the top of my lungs in the apartment, my wife kindly reminded me that I was born in Toulouse.

    So here is an attempted translation of a French ode to my hometown. To straighten things up...


    How far is my hometown, how far !
    Sometimes inside me come alive
    The green waters of the Canal du Midi
    And the red bricks of the Minimes

    Oh mun païs, oh Toulouse

    I walk back the avenue to the school
    My schoolbag is stuffed with punches
    Here, if you punch, you win
    Here, even the grannies love a brall

    Oh mun païs, oh Toulouse

    A torrent of pebbles rolls in your accent
    Your violence boils up even in your violets
    We barely treat each other that we treat each other of cunts
    There's a storm in the air and yet...

    The Saint-Sernin church lights up the evening
    A coral flower that the sun waters
    Maybe that's why, despite your red and black
    Maybe that's why they call you Ville Rose

    I see your pavement again, oh my Gascon city
    Your sidewalks ripped open on the gas pipes
    Is it Spain in you that pushes its horn a little?
    Or would there be a jazz bubble in your guts?

    Here is the Capitol, I stop my steps there
    Tenors with colds trembled under their suction cups
    I still hear the echo of daddy's voice
    He was my only blues singer back then

    Today, your buildings are climbing high
    In Blagnac, your planes are more beautiful
    If one brings me back to this town
    Could I still see my pinch of tiles again?

    Oh mun païs, oh Toulouse



    Nougaro is our Boss, in Toulouse...
  • Daniel
    458
    I tried to translate it the best I could. Really nice theme.

    El Cuarteto de Nos: Contrapunto para Humano y Computadora



    The first is the charm
    The third is the third
    So today I challenge anyone
    To come up here and face me
    Whoever accepts is a suicidal
    Who overrates himself
    Cause nobody can beat me now
    Not even the world champion coplero
    or a freestyle rapper
    or the best computer

    Not even the best computer?
    Do you, who are a mere human, say that?
    You walk so proud
    But your time has come
    Because your ego devours you
    And you are absolutely convinced you are superior
    But with a sample it is enough
    Today the bombs that created your minds
    They are smarter
    That the idiots who launch them

    The idiots who lunch them
    They don't represent me
    But to those who invent them
    Maybe you owe your trust
    And although it seems like a joke
    You owe your life to their invention
    And I say "life" with compassion
    To an unreasonable composite
    Of circuits, chips and cables
    Without soul or heart

    Without soul or heart?
    Look just who says it
    When a bathroom you locate
    Wash your mouth with soap
    Because it's an aberration
    Your morale tied with wires
    Did a swarm sting your eyes?
    Or is it just that you don't want to see
    That there are people just like you
    Thirsty and hungry

    Thirsty and hungry?
    And what do I have to do with that?
    If those who don't do what needs to be done
    They are irresponsible
    Meanwhile unpresentable
    A machine criticizes me
    Feeling is manufactured
    Without knowing what a father is
    And not even on Mother's Day
    Know what it means

    Know what it means?
    You are like Pilate
    who washes his hands and is ungrateful
    And his race does not dignify
    Because, let's see, how do you explain to me?
    That you have forgotten your elders
    Forgetting what they have given you
    You treat them like an inept
    Disrespect them
    And abandon them

    Abandoned them?
    If something similar happens to me
    Is it because I deserve it?
    Or did I fail who is besides me?
    Like an entity without a past
    You question with treachery
    "I think therefore I exist" he would say
    Our friend Descartes
    But we had to think about you
    Because otherwise you would not exist

    Because otherwise I would not exist?
    Did we get transcendental?
    Your existential problems
    You can't solve them, not even with philosophy
    It would shame me
    Not knowing what I am and I challenge him (Descartes)
    They look at me suspiciously
    And you still argue bitterly
    If you really descended from a monkey
    Or from a guy who lives in heaven

    From a guy who lives in heaven?
    It's a sharp reflection
    I prefer to have that doubt
    Than to be a piece of iron
    I am my own front man
    I suggest you listen to me
    I choose what I prefer
    And freedom you don't know what it is
    You do what you can
    But I do what I want

    But I do what I want?
    And you are prisoners of your routine?
    In your houses, streets and offices
    Corrupted by money
    You don't know what it's like to be austere
    Consuming pure shine
    I tell you this and I humiliate you
    The only organs that work for you
    And that for sure you won't donate them
    They are your wallet your the pocket

    Our wallets and our pockets?
    How do you think they made you?
    The silver they got
    For your plates and screws
    Someone spent a good amount of cash
    To be able to buy you
    So don't send yourself the part
    Because you're already getting me tired
    And I'm seriously thinking
    Shortly unplug you

    Unplug me shortly?
    How simple is your science
    Resort to violence
    As an argument to silence me
    But I'm not going to shut up
    And sooner rather than later
    I see that my plea burns
    And I alter his biorhythm
    Although I can not imagine an algorithm
    That could turn out to be so cowardly

    Automaton

    Wild

    Artifice

    Hypocrites

    Clone

    Primitive

    Entelechy

    Racist

    Anathema

    Intolerant

    Exegete

    Egocentric

    Libel

    Cavemen

    Alien

    Corrupt

    Hardware

    Inhumans

    Go!

    Go
  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    That's pretty good, thanks!

    One without lyrics, purely meditative.

  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    And then a very long text, about Europe.

    L'Europe - Noir Desir + Brigitte Fontaine

    The wild boars are running free
    I repeat
    The wild boars are running free
    Small bosses make big rivers of diamonds
    Twice
    The roses of Europe are the feast of Satan
    I repeat
    The roses of Europe are the feast of Satan…


    We are currently working for Europe
    If not the world

    Dear old Europe, dear old continent
    Authoritarian, aristocratic and libertarian whore
    Bourgeois and working class, all purple and made-up like in past centuries
    Staggering colossus, look at your hunched shoulders
    No way to dust up in a single gesture
    The old dandruff, the dead skin of yesterday
    And tabula rasa
    From here you'd think it's noble rot, in suspension
    It still floats in the air
    From that smell of sulfur
    Dirty old Europe, who between two wars
    And even during them caressed for his own good
    The belly of his faraway lands elsewhere
    And dick in hand sprinkled with his sperm the native sexes
    We got up from this, we get up from everything
    Even from bottomless falls
    We know how to go up, we know how to go down
    We can stop and we can start again

    Europe of the Enlightenment or of Darkness
    Barely fireflies in shadow theaters
    Barely a spark in the night that settles and then recovers
    And then the new dawn, after the crimes of childhood,
    The errors of youth, one no longer tears off the wings
    Of golden dragonflies

    We are currently working for Europe
    If not the world

    Amnesty -- amnesty or amnesia?
    What difference does it make?
    In any case, we have to move forward
    Let us press the step comrade, and then realize, realize, realize
    There will always be something left, come on
    Materialist, so at least we're sure
    Not to be mistaken, and dwell in the tangible until indigestion
    In the rational, until we die of it
    Ruthless logic, but without meaning
    Hey, Princess of History, in your forced march
    We end up lost, passing under your centuries-old arches

    We are currently working for Europe
    If not the world

    We've gone tired of your past arcana, tired of your past arcana
    With technocratic charms
    So then Europe, then Europe, so what Europe? Then Brussels, Schengen, Strasbourg, Maastricht, GDP, EEC, Euratom, OECD and GATT
    Protect us, oh Market, from such a small world
    Unique Euro-money, Nasdaq and CAC 40
    Orgiastic, idyllic, make poetry, support culture
    Produce shows and entertainment
    As our brothers say across the Atlantic
    Old Europeans, new masters of the world,
    While the Asian dragon dreams
    Stretches slowly
    It is beautiful and powerful
    Spits fire gently
    While Ernest Antoine Seillière makes his appearance
    And declares his flame to us, he loves us and tells us
    "We are not like politicians
    Subjected to the pressure of the street"
    And in the distance you can hear the clamor of the crowd resounding
    The beautiful overall movements, the glorious parades
    And then, and then the class struggle
    But now we're serious!
    Hey baby, this is serious
    We don't believe in anything anymore
    We're building from scratch
    This business and basta
    We don't ride Pegasus
    That was for ecstasy, and the ecstasy is gone

    We are currently working for Europe
    If not the world

    Expansion, growth if possible, but no dreams please
    Carry only dynamics
    First the dough, baby and the rest will follow
    That's what they say, I believe in those days
    Blessed days of the globophagi
    Dear old Europe, your head barely knows your legs
    Who often don't understand your arms
    How does it work again?
    How does a body work when it is foreign to itself?
    We don't know, we don't care, we still kiss each other
    And we're right

    Dirty old Europe, do you remember brute force?
    The West got in a bad mood, made a burning war, then a cold war
    And is finally weary of war, and finally weary of war

    We are currently working for Europe
    If not the world

    Do you want some performance schools?
    And here are the creative bosses of the global businesses
    Dialogue on electronic commerce to sit and giggle
    And spit on all exceptions, starting with this cultural thing
    Stories of producers and consumers
    From producer to consumer
    And more middlemen than anyone cares to count
    Your soul has worn out on this endless road
    And on this constant coming and going, come on, let's go
    Enjoy, why not? It’s gona be ok
    There will be something for everyone, something for everyone.
    We said for everyone, for everyone, for everyone
    My ass

    How high are you going to erect your ramparts?
    Where are you going to build your new surrounding walls?
    Something is stuck in the throat
    And we want to spit it, that’s the least we can do
    But you can, madam, you can talk to us
    For all is not lost, no, all is not lost
    From your dawn myths
    Here the sun shines for everyone
    And you’d better believe it

    We are currently working for Europe
    If not the world

    Pox on your faces
    I repeat
    Pox on your faces
    The saint's sighs and the fairy's cries are no longer heard at the bankers' banquet
    One time
    The hermit's pot is filled with rubies
    I repeat
    The hermit's pot is filled with rubies
    Old Europe is the mackerel of the pink ballets
    Twice
    When the sirens fall silent, the birds of prey scream
    I repeat
    When the sirens fall silent, the birds of prey scream
    The red and black of tortures are the flowers of evil
    I repeat
    The red and black of tortures are the flowers of evil
    The day of the West is the night of the East
    Twice
    The day of the West is the night of the East
    I am not chauvinistic but France is still the queen of cheeses
    Tryphon Tournesol is a zouave
    Six times
    Spilled blood is the cup of tea of fairground giants
    Twice
    It's raining cats and dogs on the Concorde
    It's raining cats and dogs on the Concorde
    Model girls are Europe’s elected representatives
    I repeat
    Model girls are Europe’s elected representatives
    Fuck security
    Twice
    Megalomania kills mockingbirds
    I repeat
    Megalomania kills mockingbirds
    If you can't find anything, look for something else
    Peace in Switzerland!
    I repeat
    Peace in Switzerland!
    Blood weddings set the horizon on fire
    Twice
    Europe’s mascara is flowing on her dress
    Twice
    Life begins now
    And now
    And now
    Europe is a small mortal goddess
    Twice
    The childhood of art is a sunrise
    I repeat
    The childhood of art is a sunrise


    We are currently working for Europe
    If not the world…

  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    Another text by Nougaro, on the music of Berimbau (Baden Powell & Vinicius de Moraes)


    Regarde-la ma ville
    Elle s'appelle Bidon
    Bidon, Bidon, Bidonville
    Vivre là-dedans c'est cotton
    Les filles qui ont la peau douce
    La vendent pour manger
    Dans les chambres l'herbe pousse
    Pour y dormir faut se pousser
    Les gosses jouent mais le ballon
    C'est une boite de sardine, bidon

    Donne-moi ta main camarade
    Toi qui viens d'un pays
    Où les hommes sont beaux
    Donne-moi ta main camarade
    J'ai cinq doigts moi aussi
    On peut se croire égaux

    Regarde-la ma ville
    Elle s'appelle bidon
    Bidon, bidon, bidonville
    Me tailler d'ici, à quoi bon
    Pourquoi veux-tu que je me perde
    Dans tes cités, à quoi ça sert!
    Je verrai toujours de la merde
    Même dans le bleu de la mer
    Je dormirais sur des millions
    Je reverrai toujours bidon

    Donne-moi ta main camarade
    Toi qui viens d'un pays
    Où les hommes sont beaux
    Donne-moi ta main camarade
    J'ai cinq doigts moi aussi
    On peut se croire égaux

    Serre-moi la main, camarade
    Je te dis au revoir
    Je te dis à bientôt
    Bientôt, bientôt
    On pourra se parler, camarade
    Bientôt, bientôt
    On pourra s'embrasser, camarade
    Bientôt, bientôt
    Les oiseaux, les jardins, les cascades
    Bientôt, bientôt
    Le soleil dansera, camarade
    Bientôt, bientôt
    Je t'attends, je t'attends, camarade


  • 180 Proof
    15.3k


    Birds flyin' high, you know how I feel
    Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
    Breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel
    It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me
    Yeah, it's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me, ooooooooh

    And I'm feelin' good

    Fish in the sea, you know how I feel
    River runnin' free, you know how I feel
    Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel
    It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me

    And I'm feelin' good

    Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean, don't you know
    Butterflies all havin' fun, you know what I mean
    Sleep in peace when day is done: that's what I mean
    And this old world is a new world and a bold world for me

    Stars when you shine, you know how I feel
    Scent of the pine, you know how I feel
    Oh, freedom is mine, and I know how I feel
    It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me

    And I'm feelin'... good

    "Feelin' Good" (2:53)
    I Put A Spell On You, 1965
    written by A. Newley & L. Bricusse, 1964
    performed by Nina Simone ♡
  • Olivier5
    6.2k
    Freight train, freight train, run so fast
    Freight train, freight train, run so fast
    Please don't tell what train I'm on
    They won't know what route I'm going

    When I'm dead and in my grave
    No more good times here I crave
    Place the stones at my head and feet
    And tell them all I've gone to sleep

    When I die, Lord, bury me deep
    Down at the end of old Chestnut Street
    So I can hear old Number Nine
    As she comes rolling by

    When I die, Lord, bury me deep
    Down at the end of old Chestnut Street
    Place the stones at my head and feet
    And tell them all I've gone to sleep

    Freight train, freight train, run so fast
    Freight train, freight train, run so fast
    Please don't tell what train I'm on
    They won't know what route I'm going

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