Quelqu'un m'a dit

- Carla Bruni


On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux

Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit
Que tu m'aimais encore,
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors ?

On dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Parait qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou

Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit
Que tu m'aimais encore,
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors ?

Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?
Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,
J'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits
"il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"

Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit
Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a t'on vraiment dit...
Que tu m'aimais encore, serais ce possible alors?

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos tristesses il s'en fait des manteaux,

Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit
Que tu m'aimais encore,
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors?

Sunday Girl

I'm Sunday Girl.


Sunday Girl
~ Blondie

I know a girl from a lonely street
Cold as ice cream but still as sweet
Dry your eyes Sunday girl
Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl
Looks like he's in another world
Run and hide Sunday girl

Hurry up, hurry up and wait
I say awake all week and still I wait
I got the blues, please come see
What your loving means to me

She can't catch up with the working crowd
The weekend mood and she's feeling proud
Live in dreams Sunday girl

Baby, I would like to go out tonight
If I go with you my folks'll get uptight
Stay at home Sunday girl

Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl
Looks like he's in another world
Run and hide Sunday girl

When I saw you again in the summertime
If your love was as sweet as mine
I could be Sunday's girl

Hurry up, hurry up and wait
I say awake all week and still I wait
I got the blues, please come see
What your loving means to me
I got the blues

Smells Like Teen Spirit

~ Nirvana

Versão da Tori Amos:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcHNZVrxEts


Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey, yay

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey, yay

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido

A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial

White Blank Page

Música que ele facilmente poderia cantar pra mim (2.0):

White Blank Page

- Mumford & Sons -

Can you lie next to her

And give her your heart, your heart

As well as your body

And can you lie next to her

And confess your love, your love

As well as your folly

And can you kneel before the king

And say I'm clean, I'm clean

But tell me now, where was my fault

In loving you with all my heart

Oh tell me now, where was my fault

In loving you with all my heart

A white blank page and a swelling rage, rage

You did not think when you sent me to the brake, the brake

You desired my attention but denied my affections, my affections

But tell me now, where was my fault

In loving you with all my heart

Oh tell me now, where was my fault

In loving you with all my heart

Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life

Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life

China

Música que ele facilmente poderia cantar pra mim:

China

- Tori Amos -

China

All the way to New York

I can feel the distance getting close

You're right next to me

But I need an airplane

I can feel the distance as you breathe

Sometimes I think you want me to touch you

But how can I when you build the great wall around you?

In your eyes I saw the future together

But you just look away in the distance

China decorates our table

Funny how the cracks don't seem to show

Pour the wine dear

You say we'll take a holiday

But we never can agree on where to go

Sometimes I think you want me to touch you

How can I when you build the great wall around you

In your eyes I saw the future together

But you just look away in the distance

China all the way to New York

Maybe you got lost in Mexico

You're right next to me

I think that you can hear me

Funny how the distance

Learns to grow

Sometimes I think you want me to touch you

How can I when you build the great wall around you

In your eyes I saw the future

Together you just look away in the distance

I can feel the distance

I can feel the distance

I can feel the distance getting close

A Sorta Fairytale

- Tori Amos


On my way up north,
up on the Ventura,
I pulled back the hood
and I was talking to you
and I knew then it would be
a life long thing,
but I didn't know that we...
we could break the silver lining.

And I'm so sad;
like a good book,
I can't put this day back.
A sorta fairytale
with you,
a sorta fairytale
with you.

Things you said that day,
up on the 101,
the girl had come undone.
I tried to downplay it
with a bet about us,
you said that
you'd take it
as long as I could.
I could not erase it.

And I'm so sad;
like a good book,
I can't put this day back.
A sorta fairytale
with you,
a sorta fairytale
with you.

And I ride along side,
and I rode along side,
and I rode along side
till you lost me there
in the open road.
And I rode along side,
till the honey spread
itself so thin
for me to break your bread.
For me to take your word,
I had to steal it.

And I'm so sad;
like a good book,
i can't put this day back.
A sorta fairytale
with you,
a sorta fairytale
with you.

I could pick back up
whenever I feel.

Down New Mexico way,
something about
the open road...
I knew that he was
looking for some indian blood and
find a little in you, find a little
in me. We may be
on this road but
we're just impostors
in this country, you know.
So we go along and we said
we'd fake it.
Feel better with Oliver Stone,
till I almost smacked him -
seemed right that night and
I don't know what
takes hold
out there in the
desert cold.
These guys think they must
try and just get over on us.

And i'm so sad;
like a good book,
I can't put this
day back.
A sorta fairytale
with you,
a sorta fairytale
with you.

And i was ridin' by,
ridin' along side
for a while, till you lost me.
And i was ridin' by,
ridin' along, till you lost me.
Till you lost me
in the rear view.
"You lost me",
I said.

Way up north, I took my day.
All in all was a pretty nice
day, and I put the hood
right back where
you could taste heaven
perfectly.
Feel out the summer breeze,
didn't know when we'd be back.
And I... I don't...
Didn't think
we'd end up like...
like this.

Precious Things

- Tori Amos

So I ran faster

but it caught me here.

Yes, my loyalties turned,

like my ankle

in the seventh grade,

running after Billy,

running after the rain.

These precious things,

let them bleed,

let them wash away.

These precious things,

let them break

their hold over me.

He said "you're really an ugly girl

but I like the way you play"

and I died

but I thanked him.

Can you believe that?

Sick, holding on to his picture,

dressing up every day.

I wanna smash the faces

of those beautiful boys,

those christian boys.

So you can make me come,

that doesn't make you Jesus.

I remember...

Yes... In my peach

party dress,

no one dared,

no one cared

to tell me

where the pretty girls are.

Those demigods

with their nine-inch nails

and little fascist panties

tucked inside the heart

of ever nice girl.

These precious things,

let them bleed,

let them wash away.

These precious things,

let them break,

let them wash away.

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