Music

Lover Man

POSTED IN Music October 12, 2018

Lover Man

 

I don’t know why but I’m feeling so sad
I long to try something I never had
Never had no kissing
Oh, what I’ve been missing
Lover man, oh, where can you be
The night is cold and I’m so alone
I’d give my soul just to call you my own
Got a moon above me
But no one to love me
Lover man, oh, where can you be
I’ve heard it said
That the thrill of romance
Can be like a heavenly dream
I go to bed with a prayer
That you’ll make love to me
Strange as it seems
Someday we’ll meet
And you’ll dry all my tears
Then whisper sweet
Little things in my ear
Hugging and a kissing
Oh, what we’ve been missing
Lover man, oh, where can you be
I’ve heard it said
That the thrill of romance
Can be like a heavenly dream
I go to bed with a prayer
That you’ll make love to me
Strange as it seems
Someday we’ll meet
And you’ll dry all my tears
Then whisper sweet
Little things in my ear
Hugging and a kissing
Oh, what we’ve been missing
Lover man, oh, where can you be.

 

Billie Holiday

Killing me softly

POSTED IN Music October 7, 2018

Killing me softly

Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
I heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style
And so I came to see her, to listen for a while
And there she was, this young girl, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
I felt she’d found my letters and read each one out loud
I prayed that she would finish, but she just kept right on
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly, with her words.

 

Frank Sinatra

La Bohème

POSTED IN Music October 1, 2018

La Bohème

 

Je vous parle d’un temps
Que les moins de vingt ans
Ne peuvent pas connaître
Montmartre en ce temps-l
Accrochait ses lilas
Jusque sous nos fenêtres
Et si l’humble garni
Qui nous servait de nid
Ne payait pas de mine
C’est là qu’on s’est connu
Moi qui criait famine
Et toi qui posais nue
La bohème, la bohème
Ça voulait dire
On est heureux
La bohème, la bohème
Nous ne mangions qu’un jour sur deux
Dans les cafés voisins
Nous étions quelques-uns
Qui attendions la gloire
Et bien que miséreux
Avec le ventre creux
Nous ne cessions d’y croire
Et quand quelque bistro
Contre un bon repas chaud
Nous prenait une toile
Nous récitions des vers
Groupés autour du poêle
En oubliant l’hiver
La bohème, la bohème
Ça voulait dire
Tu es jolie
La bohème, la bohème
Et nous avions tous du génie
Souvent il m’arrivait
Devant mon chevalet
De passer des nuits blanches
Retouchant le dessin
De la ligne d’un sein
du galbe d’une hanche
Et ce n’est qu’au matin
Qu’on s’asseyait enfin
Devant un café-crème
Épuisés mais ravis
Fallait-il que l’on s’aime
Et qu’on aime la vie
La bohème, la bohème
Ça voulait dire
On a vingt ans
La bohème, la bohème
Et nous vivions de l’air du temps
Quand au hasard des jours
Je m’en vais faire un tour
À mon ancienne adresse
Je ne reconnais plus
Ni les murs, ni les rues
Qui ont vu ma jeunesse
En haut d’un escalier
Je cherche l’atelier
Dont plus rien ne subsiste
Dans son nouveau décor
Montmartre semble triste
Et les lilas sont morts
La bohème, la bohème
On était jeunes
On était fous
La bohème, la bohème
Ça ne veut plus rien dire du tout.

 

Charles Aznavour

Mica tiganiada

POSTED IN Music September 21, 2018

 

Mica tiganiada

 

Trec tigani pe drum,
Drumu-i plin de fum,
Fumu-i plin de scrum,
Foc ardea!
Vai tigani, tigani,
Gipsies si gitani,
Fara cer si ani,
Trec pe drum!
Tiganie, rai
Rai care erai
Caravan serai
Acadea.
Raiul meu beteag,
De pe alt meleag
Cat imi esti de drag,
Nu stiu cum.

Trec tigani prin colb
Colbul este orb,
Orbul e un corb,
Giacardea.
Cade seara-n camp,
Soarele-i scalamb,
Cortul este stramb,
Foc ardea.
Fac tiganii foc,
Focu-i la mijloc,
Fete cu ghioc.
Si cu carti de joc,
Hai, noroc, noroc,
Vino la soroc.

Vino sa-ti ghicesc,
Cartile vorbesc
Si nu ne mintesc,
Giacardea.
Fata de caro,
Sub cer indigo,
Sa-ti spun incotro
Foc ardea.

Ca multi ani s-au scurs
De cand el s-a dus
Cu un pui de urs
Pe un drum.
Cu belciug si lant,
Fara nici un sfant,
Spre un targ bizant,
Foc ardea.

Zaiafet acum,
Lautari duium,
Numai tu nicicum,
Giacardea.
Noaptea de-ar veni,
Pe pamantul gri,
De ne-ar adormi,
Orisicum.
O, dar azi, dar azi,
Ceru-i de atlaz,
Soarele-n extaz.
Ei se duc la pas
Spre un alt popas,
Satra de pripas.
Pana nu-i mai vezi,
Pana nu-i mai crezi
Si din ochi ii pierzi.
Printre ceturi verzi,
Ceturi de livezi,
Vezi ca nu-i mai vezi.

Giacardea, cardea,
Gialino mura,
Gialino mura,
Gialino mura,
Gialino mura,
Gialino mura,
Gia mura, mura,
Ce misto…

 

Phoenix

Ti amo

POSTED IN Music August 26, 2018

Ti Amo

I remember when I saw your face
You caught me smiling, I had to look away
And I could not resist the promise of your kiss
Now dream is all I do, of paradise and you
I wanna be where the sun is shining
Amore mio
I wanna have you there beside me
Amore mio
Now those lazy summer days
They seem so far away
Wherever you may go
Ti amo
I remember sunsets on fire
Nights of endless passion
Burning with desire
I close my eyes and I can see your smile
Sky is clear, the ocean blue
I’m in paradise with you
I wanna be where the sun is shining
Amore mio
I wanna have you there beside me
Amore mio
Now those lazy summer days
They seem so far away
Wherever you may go
Ti amo
Take me back to where the magic is
Let me hold you in my arms
Under the stars
Rainy days and lonely nights
Only darkness there’s no light
Without you in my life
Ti amo
I wanna be where the sun is shining
Amore mio
I wanna have you there beside me
Amore mio
Now those lazy summer days
They seem so far away
Wherever you may go
Ti amo.

 

Gina G.

Bitter Sweet Symphony

POSTED IN Music August 25, 2018

Bitter Sweet Symphony

Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony this life
Trying to make ends meet, you’re a slave to the money then you die.
I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.
No change, I can’t change, I can’t change, I can’t change,
but I’m here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
But I’m a million different people from one day to the next
I can’t change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Well I never pray,
But tonight I’m on my knees, yeah.
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah.
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now.
But the airwaves are clean and there’s nobody singing to me now.

No change, I can’t change, I can’t change, I can’t change,
But I’m here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I’m a million different people from one day to the next
I can’t change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony this life.
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some money then you die.
I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.
No change, I can’t change, I can’t change, I can’t change,
but I’m here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
But I’m a million different people from one day to the next
I can’t change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I can’t change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I can’t change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

It justs sex and violence melody and silence
It justs sex and violence melody and silence (I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down)
It’s just sex and violence melody and silence
It’s just sex and violence melody and silence
It’s just sex and violence melody and silence (I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down)
(It’s just sex and violence melody and silence)Been down
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)

The Verve

 

Down in Mexico

POSTED IN Music August 18, 2018

Down in Mexico

Down in Mexicali
There’s a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce
And the boss is a cat named Joe
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna [this is the way he pronounces
It; to rhyme with “bandana”]
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
Well, the first time that I saw him
He was sittin’ on a piano stool
I said “Tell me dad, when does the fun begin?”
He just winked his eye and said “Man, be cool.”
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

All of a sudden in walks this chick
Joe starts playing on a Latin kick
Around her waist she wore three fishnets
She started dancin’ with the castanets
I didn’t know just what to expect
She threw her arms around my neck
We started dancin’ all around the floor
And then she did a dance I never saw before.
So if you’re south of the border
I mean down in Mexico
And you want to get straight,
Man, don’t hesitate
Just look up a cat named Joe.
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
Yeah, como est usted senorita
Come with me to the border, south of the border, that is
In Mexico, yeah in Mexico
You can get your kicks in Mexico
Come with me baby, come with me, come with me, crazy, yeah

The Coasters

 

Where the Wild Roses Grow

POSTED IN Music August 18, 2018

Where the Wild Roses Grow

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped the tears that ran down my face
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen
I said, ‘Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?
On the second day he came with a single rose
Said: ‘Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?’
I nodded my head, as I laid on the bed
He said, ‘If I show you the roses will you follow?’

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, ‘All beauty must die’
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day.

Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue

 

 

Smoothe operator

POSTED IN Music August 6, 2018

Smoothe operator

Diamond life, lover boy
He move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy
City lights and business nights
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights
No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
When sentiment is left to chance
No place to be ending but somewhere to start
No need to ask, he’s a smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale
Face to face, each classic case
We shadow box and double cross
Yet need the chase
A license to love, insurance to hold
Melts all your memories and change into gold
His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold
No need to ask, he’s a smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator

Sade

 

Iertarile

POSTED IN Music July 31, 2018

Iertarile

 

Tu să mă ierţi de tot ce mi se-ntâmplă,
Că ochii mei sunt când senini când verzi,
Că port noroi sau port ninsori pe tâmple,
Ai să mă ierţi, altfel ai să mă pierzi.

Văd lumea prin lunete măritoare
Şi văd grădini cu arme mari de foc.
Sub mâna mea deja planeta moare,
Şi în urechi am continentul rock.

Ai să mă ierţi că sunt labilitate,
Că trec peste extreme fulgerând,
Ai să mă ierţi, preablânda mea, de toate,
Eu sunt nemuritorul tău de rând.

Ai să mă ierţi că nu pot fără tine,
Şi dacă n-ai să poţi şi n-ai să poţi,
Mie pierzându-te-mi va fi mai bine,
Eu, tristul cel mai liber dintre toţi.

Şi cum se-ntâmplă moartea să le spele
Pe toate, înnobilându-le fictiv,
Ai să te-apleci deasupra morţii mele
Şi tot ai să mă ierţi definitiv.

Ai să mă ierţi în fiecare noapte
Şi-am să te mint în fiecare zi,
Şi cât putea-va sufletul să rabde,
Cu cât îţi voi greşi te voi iubi.

 

Adrian Paunescu

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