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Ecouter Jingle Bells in Tamil - Kinkinigal


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Lazy Line Painter Jane (Belle And Sebastian)

Working the village shop
Putting a poster up
Dreaming of anything
Dreaming of the time when you are free from all the trouble you're in

In the mud, on your knees
Trying hard not to please
Anyone, all the time
Being a rebel's fine
But you go all the way to being brutal

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the first bus out of town
On the first bus out of town

Let's see your kit for games
All the girls look the same
You are challenging style for running miles
You're running miles in some boys jumper

Boo to the business world!
You know a girl who's tax free on her back and making
Plenty cash
While you are working for the joy of giving

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
And you hope that she will see
And you hope that she will see

You will have a boy tonight
Or maybe you will have a girl tonight
And you hope that she will see
And you hope that she will see

You are in two minds
Tossing a coin to decide whether you should tell your mum
About a dose of thrush you got while you were licking railings

But you read in a book
That you got free in Boots
There are lotions, there are potions
You can take to hide your shame from all those prying eyes

Lazy Jane, all the time
Painting lines
You are sleeping at bus stops
Wondering how you got your name
And what you're going to do about it

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
And you hope that she will see
And you hope that she will see

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

Mornington Crescent (Belle And Sebastian)

Mornington Crescent
I think of you
Rain in the southeast
Men feeling blue
Men with their bowlers
Kids with their spats
Ladies with chauffeurs
Dogs wearing hats and jackets
Rich apartments
Old punk posters
Tartan garments
I love the exquisite array
I love the camp as camp parade
The possibilities suggest themselves to me
I’m feeling free

Mornington Crescent
The sun in the east
I’ve got a job on
For a Senegalese rich arbitrator
In African law
To paint his apartment, strip down the walls
Came down between us lately
Lust and want and need just caved in
‘Is it wise?’
The answer’s no
It never is but since you ask
We pause thoughtfully, for twenty seconds reprieve
Then it’s off with the briefs

Mornington Crescent
Sin is my game
We’ll all be lined up
Irrelevant fame
Next to the broker, the nurse and the drunk
I was a joker, the wannabe punk that got lucky
Had a good time
Life became fruitless
Egotistic swine to all your friends
All the ladies and the men
The possibilities suggest themselves to me
We’re a little too free

Neon Knights (Black Sabbath)

Oh no, here it comes again
Can't remember when we came so close to love before
Hold on, good things never last
Nothing's in the past, it always seems to come again
Again and again and again

Cry out to legions of the brave
Time again to save us from the jackals of the street
Ride out, protectors of the realm
Capatin's at the helm, sail across the sea of lights

Circles and rings, dragons and kings
Weaving a charm and a spell
Blessed by the night, holy and bright
Called by the toll of the bell

Bloodied angels fast descending
Moving on a never-bending light
Phantom figures free forever
Out of shadows, shining ever-bright

Neon Knights!
Neon Knights! all right!

Cry out to legions of the brave
Time again to save us from the jackals of the street
Ride out, protectors of the realm
Capatin's at the helm, sail across the sea of lights
Again and again, again and again and again

Neon Knights!
Neon Knights!
All right!

To Be Myself Completely (Belle And Sebastian)

Well my heart has fallen down
Thought I’d talked myself around
But to be myself completely I’ve just got to let you down

Well I knew I’d say goodbye
Though it’s not my time to cry
And forever and for no one I will let it all go by
And to be myself completely I’ve just got to say goodbye
Z-list star in a hundred grand garrett
The ladies say ‘Hey baby, you’ve earned it!’
I’m not so sure, I toured the land
You could call it work if you count the band
Still your voice calls out to me
Escort me to the harmony
I’m not sure what I will be
Find me in a bitter sweet hello

Well my heart has fallen down
Thought I’d talked myself around
Though we say goodbye and wonder
What’s to know and who’s to blame
But to be myself completely I will love you just the same

Another Sunny Day (Belle And Sebastian)

Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden
You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon
I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees

Another rainy day, we’re trapped inside with a train set
Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met
You’ve got the attic window looking out on the cathedral
And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk

Another day in June, we’ll pick eleven for football
We’re playing for our lives the referee gives us ** all
I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines
Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds

Everybody’s gone you picked me up for a long drive
We take the tourist route the nights are light until midnight
We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula
We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill
That crazy avenue of trees, I’m living there still

There’s something in my eye a little midge so beguiling
Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye
I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear
You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn’t complain
You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again

The lovin is a mess what happened to all of the feeling?
I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling
And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever
So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart
Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart

Ma Gueule (Johnny Hallyday)

Quoi ma gueule ?
Qu'est-ce qu'elle a ma gueule ?
Quelque chose qui ne va pas ?
Elle ne te revient pas ?
Oh je sais que tu n'as rien dit
C'est ton œil que je prends au mot
Souvent un seul regard suffit
Pour vous planter mieux qu'un couteau

Quoi, ma gueule ?
Qu'est-ce qu'elle a ma gueule ?
Si tu veux te la payer
Viens je rends la monnaie
T'as rien dit tu l'as déjà dit
On n'va pas y passer la nuit
Ma gueule et moi on est de sortie
On cherchait plutôt des amis

Quoi, ma gueule ?
Mais qu'est-ce qu'elle a ma gueule ?
Quoi, ma gueule ?
Qu'est ce qu'elle a ma gueule ?

Quoi, ma gueule ?
Qu'est ce qu'elle a ma gueule ?
Oui elle a une grande gueule
Oui elle me fait la gueule
Elle s'imagine que j'lui doit tout
Sans elle je n'aurais jamais plané
Sans elle je ne vaudrais pas un clou
Ma gueule a bien le droit de rêver

Quoi, ma gueule?
Qu'est-ce qu'elle a ma gueule?
De galères en galères
Elle a fait toutes mes guerres
Chaque nuit blanche chaque jour sombre
Chaque heure saignée y est ridée
Elle ne m'a pas lâché d'une ombre
Quand j'avais mal, même qu'elle pleurait

Quoi, ma gueule ?
Mais qu'est-ce qu'elle a ma gueule ?
Quoi, ma gueule ?
Qu'est-ce qu'elle a ma gueule ?

Quoi, ma gueule ?
Qu'est-ce qu'elle a ma gueule ?
Je m'en fous qu'elle soit belle
Au moins elle est fidèle

C'est pas comme une que je connais
Une qui me laisse crever tout seul
Mais je n'veux même pas en parler
Une qui se fout bien de ma gueule.

Into The Lungs Of Hell (God Dethroned)

Christ burned me with his eyes
But I'm still alive
Welcome to the lungs of hell
Frost or fire, whatever you desire
Collector of souls, captor of sin
I'm not alone, I suck every soul

Into the lungs of hell
Collector of souls, captor of sin
I'm not alone, I suck every soul
Into the lungs of hell
All you need is a graveyard of souls
And grieveous sins untold

Into the lungs of hell
Hear the sound of the demon bells
All yu need is a graveyard of souls
And grieveous sins untold...

Animal (Francis Cabrel)

Tu voudrais qu'elle t'aime
T'as changé tes manières,
Tu prends des allures mondaines,
Tu racontes seulement
Tes voyages en première, en première.
Tu veux qu'elle t'estime,
Tu sors tes plus belles lectures,
T'as vu des centaines de films,
T'expliques d'où viennent
Ces tapis sur le mur, sur le mur.
Et y a une heure où va retentir... le signal.
Tu voudrais qu'elle rêve,
Tu gardes un petit doigt en l'air,
Tu parles de décalages horaires,
Des plages blanches
À l'autre bout de la terre, de la terre.
(ou) Pourquoi pas Venise,
Quand les fontaines s'allument,
En dessous des lumières grises,
On pourrait danser
Sur le bord des lagunes, des lagunes.
Et y a une heure où va retentir... le signal,
Un moment où tu vas t'sentir...
Animal, animal, animal,
Animal, animal.
Celui qui attend sous le déluge,
Qui couche contre la porte,
Celui qui crie, qui hurle
Jusqu'à ce que tu sortes,
Qui t'aime dans la voiture,
Qui court quand tu appelles,
Qui pleure, qui pleure, qui pleure
"Mon Dieu que les femmes sont belles !"
"Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, mon Dieu..."
"Que les femmes sont..."
Tu voudrais qu'elle danse,
Qu'il y ait des fleurs partout par terre,
Et dans le grand silence,
Tu te sens capable de marcher sur la mer,
Sur la mer.
Tu voudrais qu'elle t'aime,
Tu sors tes plus belles lectures,
Et t'en oublies certaines,
Comme ces filles à plat posées sur tes murs,
Sur tes murs.
Et y a une heure où va retentir...
Le signal,
Un moment où tu vas t'sentir...
Animal, animal, animal,
Animal, animal.
Animal,
Le signal,
Le signal,
Animal...


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