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Sad song

Le bonheur c'est une chanson triste

Karma police

le 27/06/2007 à 22h47

 


 


 


 


 


 


Hachi... it's for you...

The scientist

le 23/06/2007 à 19h28

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start

Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on a silence apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start

Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard

I'm going back to the start

I'm a Creep

le 26/03/2007 à 19h30

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here ?
I don't belong here.

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here ?
I don't belong here.

She's running out again,
She's running out
She's run run run running out...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special...

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here ?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.

snif

Heuresement la musique existe

le 21/02/2007 à 02h13
Le bonheur c'est une chanson triste

30 janvier 1972 "bloody sunday"

le 04/01/2007 à 12h10
I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song ?
How long ? Tonight we can be as one
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across a dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trenches dug between our hearts
And mother's children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

How long, how long must we sing this song ?
How long ? Tonight we can be as one
Tonight, tonight

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your bloodshot eyes

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and T.V. is reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On a Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

elle part jolie petite histoire

le 04/01/2007 à 11h50

Cendrillon pour ses vingt ans
Est la plus jolie des enfants
Son bel amant, le prince charmant
La prend sur son cheval blanc
Elle oublie le temps
Dans son palais d'argent
Pour ne pas voir qu'un nouveau jour se lève
Elle ferme les yeux et dans ses rêves
Elle part, jolie petite histoire (2x)


Cendrillon pour ses trente ans
Est la plus triste des mamans
Son bel amant a foutu l'camp
Avec la belle au bois dormant
Elle a vu cent chevaux blanc
Loin d'elle emmener ses enfants
Elle commence à boire
A traîner dans les bars
Emmitouflée dans son cafard
Maintenant elle fait le trottoir
Elle part, jolie petite histoire (2x)

Dix ans de cette vie ont suffit
A la changer en junkie
Et dans un sommeil infini
Cendrillon voit finir sa vie
Les lumières dansent
Dans son ambulance
Mais elle tue sa dernière chance
Tout ça n'a plus d'importance
Elle part
Fin de l'histoire

Notre père qui êtes si vieux
As-tu vraiment fais de ton mieux
Car sur la terre et dans les cieux
Tes anges n'aiment pas devenir vieux

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