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Ecouter Kader japoni 2012 - 1 partie - la grande soiréE RAI "by anis"


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It Could Have Been A Brilliant Career (Belle And Sebastian)

It could have been a brilliant career
Paining lines in a school that was too well known
Paining lines with a friend that had gone before
She challenged everyone to a fight
But the prefects all backed down
And they ran her out of town
Cause she drank and swore and spoke
Out of turn, she was the village joke
She had a stroke at the age of 24
It could have been a brilliant career
Getting clients to finance her strategies
Filling time in on Safeways on Saturday
She wears the clothes of an emperor
But her paintings are a sham
And they're going for a grand
When the dealers come to view
Do you ever see the real you?
He had a stroke at the age of 24
It could have been a brilliant career
Selling lies to the boys with the old Dansettes
Pulling the wool, playing the fool, it's no wonder that
He is dribbling spit tonight
And the one he sent away
Was the only one who stayed
With a spoon and a decent book
And you can tell by the way she looks
She is sorry and resigned
As he wets himself for the final time

The Boy With The Arab Strap (Belle And Sebastian)

A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
When you've been inside
Day upon day of this wandering gets you down
Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town

Hovering silence from you is a giveaway
Squalor and smoke's not your style
"i don't like this place"
We better go
Then I compare notes with your older sister
I am a lazy gett, she is as pure as the cold driven snow
She accepts my confession

What did you learn from your time in the solitary
Cell of your mind?
There was noises, distractions from anything good
And the old prison food
Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
Cause anything's better than posh isolation
1 missed the bus
You were laid on your back
With the boy from the arab strap
With the boy from the arab strap

It's something to speak of the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled
Do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in silence a burden
The man who drives minicabs down in old compton
The asian man
With his love hate affair
With his racist clientele

A central location for you is a must
As you stagger about making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts
We know you are soft cause we've all seen you dancing
We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon
Until noon again
You're the boy with the filthy laugh
You're the boy with the arab strap

Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches
And sets off the smoke alarm
What do you make of the cool set in london?
You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
She's a waitress and she's got style
Sunday bathtime could take a while

The Dreaming (Kate Bush)

"Bang!" goes another kanga
On the bonnet of the van
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
Many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree
'Til you near him on the motorway
And the tree begin to breathe
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."

("Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha")

Coming in with the golden light
In the morning
Coming in with the golden light
Is the New Man
Coming in with the golden light
Is my dented van

Woomera
"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me."

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-"
Woomera
"A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me."

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-"
...

The civilised keep alive
The territorial war
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
Erase the race that claim the place
And say we dig for ore
Or dangle devils in a bottle
And push them from the
Pull of the Bush
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
You find them in the road
"See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand."
In the road

Coming in with the golden light
In the morning
Coming in with the golden light
With no warning
Coming in with the golden light
We bring in the rigging
Dig, dig, dig, dig away

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me"

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-"
Woomera
"A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me,"

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-"
Woomera
"Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me,"

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-"
Woomera
"Me-me-me-me-me."

Ma-ma-many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree
("La, la, oo-ooh!")
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
You near him on the motorway
And the tree begin to breathe
Erase the race that claim the place
And say we dig for ore
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
Dangle devils in a bottle
And push them from the Pull of the Bush
"See the sun set in the hand of the man."

"Bang!" goes another kanga
On the bonnet of the van
"See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand."
You find them in the road
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
In the road
"See the light."
("Push 'em from the")
Pull of the Bush
"See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand."
("Push 'em from the")
Pull of the Bush
"See the sunset in the hand of the man."

("Oh, re mikayina!")

Feel It (Kate Bush)

After the party, you took me back to your parlour
A little nervous laughter, locking the door
My stockings fall onto the floor, desperate for more
Nobody else can share this
Here comes one and one makes one
The glorious union, well, it could be love
Or it could be just lust but it will be fun
It will be wonderful

Oh feel it, oh, oh, feel it, feel it my love
Oh feel it, oh, oh, feel it, feel it my love
Oh I need it, oh, oh, feel it, feel it my love
Feel it! See what you're doing to me...

God, but you're beautiful, aren't you?
Feel your warm hand walking around
I won't pull away, my passion always wins
So keep on a-moving in, keep on a-tuning in
Synchronize rhythm now

Oh feel it, oh, oh, feel it, feel it my love
Oh feel it, oh, oh, feel it, feel it my love
Oh I need it, oh, oh, feel it, feel it my love
Feel it! See what you're doing to me...

You Dont Know How It Feels (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers)

Let me run with you, tonight
I'll take you on, a moonlight ride
There's someone I used to see
But she don't give a damn for me

But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint
And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud
You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels, to be me

People come, people go
Some grow young, some grow cold
I woke up in between
Memory and a dream

1-So let's get to the point
Let's roll, another joint
Let's head on down the road
There's somewhere I gotta go
You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels, to be me

My old man was born to rock
He's still tryin' to beat the clock
Think of me what you will
I've got a little space to fill
(repeat 1)

You don't know how it feels...
No, you don't know how it feels, to be me

Tränen Der Sehnsucht (Part 1+2) (Lacrimosa)

Ein Kind dieser Erde legt sich schlafen
Es war ein Tag der nackten Angst
Wie oft fiel es zu Boden?
Wie oft lachte es aus Schmerz?
Wie oft schrie es sich an?
Und war längst taub
Verletzter Seele, letzter Schmerz
Verstandesangst der Liebe Tränen der Stille - Masken im Gesicht
Lichter werfen Schatten und halten es im Licht
Und es steht hier - das Kind
Mit Tränen im Gesicht
Lichter werfen Schatten und halten es im Licht

Die Nacht gebahr ihr jüngstes Kind
Ein Traum der Liebe seiner Sehnsucht
Ein Traum der Augen - nicht der Hände
Ein Traum zum träumen - nicht zum leben
Doch die Augen des Kindes kannten keine Schönheit
Sie waren des Staunens viel zu schwach
Und der Morgensonne erstes Licht
Den Sonnenstrahl, den sah es nicht
Der Morgen tagte nicht für das Kind
Denn am Morgen war es blind
Seine Hände aber wurden alt
Und blieben unberührt

Tränen der Stille - Masken im Gesicht
Lichter werfen Schatten und halten es im Licht
Verführt sich zu erklären, während es zerbricht
Tränen der Sehnsucht - Masken im Gesicht
Und es steht hier - das Kind
Mit Tränen im Gesicht
Tränen der Sehnsucht
Tränen der Sehnsucht

She's A Ho (Mr. Vegas)

Verse 1:
Well if a galatek two man inna one night
Then we know she's a hoe
If she a clean up di whola di neighborhood
Then we know she's a hoe
If she a walk and a sell from hotel to hotel
We know she's a hoe
If she a one night stand tek everybody man
Man a nutten dat caw wi dun know

Chorus:
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
Caan hide again cause everybody know
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
Swear seh mi spat har pon di Jerry Springer show
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
All a di youth inna di street know

Verse 2:
Whey she do, boast bout how she get slim and trim
Loose twenty pound and naw go a gym
Legs easy fi open like clothes pin
Sleep wid bum, him dead and dem know wha kill him
Gal from youh know yuh nuh shooty shooty
An yuhknow seh yuh a nuh goupy
All rudies out deh do not be silly an put a rubber pan yuh willy

Chorus

Verse 3:
Whey she do
Gwaan like she hot like she a earth angel
Know something whey dem a do yuh head swell
Man a line up a dem gate car dem a sell
The way dem a move trust me you coulda tell
Run through the mob dem and di cartel
Hear seh she sleep wid Bobby Castell
Di gal a rev out skettel worse Jezebel
How much man drown inna di well

Verse 4:
Well if a gal tek whey har mumma husband
Then we know she's a hoe
If a gal sleep wid har best fren man
Then di whola wi know she's a hoe
Well if a gal easy fi pluck every man come wuk
Then we know she's a hoe
Nuff a dem run outta luck end up wid stomach
An now di man naah mine di gut

Chorus

Everyone Hates Ned Flanders (Simpsons)

Homer: Everybody in the USA,
Hates their stupid neighbor,
He's Flanders and he's really, really lame...
Flanders tried to wreck my song,
His views on birth control are wrong,
I hate his guts and Flanders is his name.

Lenny/Carl/Homer: F-L-A-N-R-D-S,
Homer: He's the man that I hate best,
I'd like to see his house go up in flames.

Lenny/Carl: F-L-A,
Homer: His name is Ned!
Lenny/Carl: E-R-S,
Homer: That's a stupid name!
He's worse than Frankenstein or Dr. No.

Byrne: You can't upset him even slightly,
He just smiles and nods politely,
Then goes home and worships nightly,
His Leftorium, is an emporium, of woe!

Lenny/Carl: F-L-A,
Homer: Don't yell at Ned!
Lenny/Carl: D-E-R,
Homer: His wife is dead!
Everybody hates that stupid jerk!

Byrne: Springfield rocks with Homer's joyous loathing,
Filling clubs with angry Valentinos,
You don't have to move your feet,
Just hate Flanders to the disco beat.
Homer/Byrne: He's your perky, peppy, nightmare neighborino!
If you despise polite left-handers,
Homer/Byrne/Flanders: Then I doubt you'll like Ned Flanders
Or his creepy little offspring, Rod and Todd.
Todd: That's us!
Rod: Hooray!

Audience: F-L-A,
Apu: His name is Ned,
Audience: E-R-S,
Apu: He is so white bread,
Choir: A smiling moustache geek who walks with God!

In My Dreams (Dream)

Spoken: Ashely...Melissa...Diana...Holly...Dream..Bad Boy baby...Lets go

(verse 1)
Don't know what I gotta do,
to get through to you
you ain't tryin much too hard to get the message through
I know cause I feel the same
and its drivin' me insane
why do we have to play these games?
oh no
all: I wish that I could get the nerve up
walk right up to you and
ask you baby for your name (ask you baby for your name)
you look so inviting this seems so exciting
we should be together this was (we should be together this way)
(chorus)
So whats the deal?
This don't seem real,
this kind of thing only happens in my dreams
When boy meets girl, a perfect world
This sort of thing only happens in my dreams
(verse 2)
Top down baby cruisin' so
with friends that we both know
Its just a Friday night thing
and I am ready to go
Hit the club and the parties on
D.j. play your favorite song
its just the way that we live
so lets go
(prechorus 2)
baby and the way your movin'
ooh you've got me thinkin'
we should be together for days
and as the days go slower
ooh you pull me closer
can't believe he feels this way

(chorus)

oh oh oh yeah yeah oh uh-oh
(bridge)
This seems so real to me
but its a fantasy
baby why can't you see that baby
I need to know my dear
there is no time to kill
you better hurry before I leave

(chorus)

So tell me baby I really got to see
These kind of things only happen in my dreams 2x
(chorus) 2x (fades)

Blu (Shandon)

Ho una voglia repressa dall'instabilità
Ma prevale l'istinto non la lucidità
Non so come combattere questa avidità
Conquistare qualcosa che non mi basterà
Ma sognare non è no,non credere
E mi sembra impossibile placare da me
Questa sete che è sabbia e non capisco perchè
Più ne sputo e più ingoio una fine non ha
Vado avanti e mi accorgo che mi soffocherà
Ma sognare non è no,non credere che sia inutile
Troppe volte chiedo urlando le risposte che non voglio
Sono pericoloso per la mia società
Una bomba inesplosa non conosce pietà
Ma una luce che sfuma non è una novità
Si consuma godendo e il calore che dà
Sa che non durerà,ma non soffre perchè sa esplodere


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