.

Yannick Noah - Ose

Presque rien, juste à part
Et venir plus près

D'autres liens d'autres voix
Au moins essayer

L'étincelle qu'on recoit
Au premier regard

L'étincelle vient de toi
S'envole au hasard

Et peut tout changer

Alors... Ose, (ose) ose (Oooose)

Redonne à ta vie
Sa vraie valeur
Ose, ose

Redonne à ce monde
Toutes ses couleurs.

Presque rien, un silence
Qu'il faut écouter
Un chemin, une chance
Qu'on peut partager
Pas de doute, pas de peur
Tu peux avancer
Fais ta route
Il est l'heure
Tu dois essayer
Tu dois tout changer

Ose, (okisé séki)
Ose (okisé séki)
Redonne à ta vie
Sa vraie valeur
Ose, (okisé séki)
Ose (okisé séki)
Redonne à ce monde
Toutes ses couleurs.

(okisé séki) x2
Presque rien, une route, tu peux avancer
(okisé séki) x2
Presque rien, un regard, tu peux essayer
Tu peux tout changer

Alors...
Ose, (okisé séki)
Ose (okisé séki)
Redonne à ta vie
Sa vraie valeur
Ose, (okisé séki)
Ose (okisé séki)
Redonne à ce monde
Toutes ses couleurs.
Ose, (okisé séki)
Ose (okisé séki)
Redonne à ce monde
Toutes ses couleurs.
 
Boston, More than a Feeling

I woke up this morning and the sun was gone
I turned on some music to start my day
And lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song baby its
more than a feeling
I've been dreaming, til I see Mary Ann walk away
I see my Mary Ann walking away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go bye
Yet I still recall as I walk alone
As clear as the sun in the silver sky

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song baby its
More than a feeling
I've been dreaming till I see Mary Ann walk away

When I'm tired and thinking cold, I hide in my music
forget the days
and dream of a girl, I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
she slipped away

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song baby it's
more than a feeling
I've been here dreaming til I see Mary Ann walk away.
 
Doesn't Remind Me~ Audioslave

I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't look back

The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything
 
The Libertines-Vertigo

Koreema know just what it is she does
It cant be hard for her to get a buzz
Down in the street below
You can hear the drunken archangel sing
"I know whats on your mind my boy
I can see oh everything
Lead pipes are fortune made
Well Take a tip from me
Climb up to her window ledge or you'll forever be

Just walking under ladders as the people round you hear you crying please
As the people round you hear you crying please
Please"

"Lead pipes are fortune made
Well Take a tip from me
Climb up to her window ledge or you'll forever be

Just walking under ladders as the people round you hear you crying please
As the people round you hear you crying please
Please"

Who really knows just what it is she does
It cant be hard for her
To get a buzz
The rapture of vertigo
And letting go
Me myself i was never sure
Was it the liquor
Or was it my soul?
 
The Noose - A Perfect Circle (Thirteeth Step, 2003)

So glad to see you have overcome them
Completely silent now
With heaven's help
You cast your demons out
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you off your cloud

But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're planning to go about
Making your amends to the dead
To the dead

Recall the deeds as if they're all
Someone else's
Atrocious stories
Now you stand reborn before us all
So glad to see you well

And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you to the ground
But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're planning to go about
Making your amends to the dead
To the dead

With your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down

I'm more than just a little curious how you're planning to go about making (Your halo slipping down)
I'm more than just a little curious how you're planning to go about making (Your halo slipping down)
I'm more than just a little curious how you're planning to go about making (Your halo slipping down)
I'm more than just a little curious how you're planning to go about making

Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down to choke you now.


C.
 
Ah, George Michael, soother of my soul in good times and bad.....these three are my soulfeast for the day, and can't help but love the love behind the song 'Amazing' which he wrote about the story behind meeting and falling in love with his partner, and the love with which he spoke about it...and the truth behind Patience and John & Elvis are Dead never fail to bring tears to my eyes:

George Michael - Patience

It's like a conversation, where no-one stops to breathe
Is it my imagination, or did God already leave the table?
Such destruction, and pure white castles in the sand
No time for introduction
With all that money changing hands

And the satellite says, "Take a look at all we have"
But the old man says,
"You want my family, for your liberty...I can't do that."

Look into the eyes of any patient man
Whether they be amber, green or blue,
There's a piece of God staring back at you
But they see our children, and the old folk fend for themselves
They see our broken women
On imaginary shelves

But the satellite says, "Won't you people look at all we have?
Don't you want it?

Can't you see the things that you lack?"
Children in his arms, he turns his back.


George Michael - Amazing
I was mixed up when you came to me
Too broke to fix
Said 'daddy get you gone, I'm missing my baby'
Still missing my baby...

I was stitched up by the hands of fate
Said how you gonna make it on your own
If luck is a lady?
Maybe luck is a lady

I was going down for the third time
My heart was broken, I was not open to your suggestions
I had so many questions
That you just kissed away

Tell me, I guess that cupid was in disguise
The day you walked in and changed my life
I think it's amazing,
The way that love can set you free

So now I walk in the midday sun
I never thought that my saviour would come
I think it's amazing
I think it's amazing

I think you're amazing

You tried to save me from myself
Said 'Darling ,kiss as many as you want!
My love's still available
And I know you're insatiable'

We're like victims of the same disease
Look at your Big Bad Daddy, and your mom
And your mom ....was always acting crazy

I was going down for the third time
My heart was broken, I thought that loving you
was out of the question
Then I saw my reflection
Saying please don't let this go

Tell me, I guess that cupid was in disguise
The day you walked in and changed my life
I think it's amazing,
The way that love can set you free
So now I walk in the midday sun
I never thought that my saviour would come
I think it's amazing
I think you're amazing

Celebrate the love of the one you're with

Celebrate, this life with you baby
I think you should celebrate yeah
Don't put your love in chains baby
No no, walk in the midday sun
I thought I was dreaming
I think it's amazing
I think you're amazing

I said celebrate the love of the one you're with

As this life gets colder
And the devil inside
Tells you to give up...


George Michael - John & Elvis Are Dead

Close friend of mine as a child fell into a slumber
No sign of life since '75
Then one day he just, what do you know
I guess God just called his number

He called me up he called me up and said
"I've been awake about a week
I'm thinking about asking the doctor
If he could put me back to sleep"
Then he laughed and said
"Hey all the girls they look the same"
Don't they know just what their mothers
Paid in blood, and tears to change

But the words that made me cry
The thing he softly said
It stayed with me, it keeps messing with my head
He said, "If Jesus Christ is alive and well
Then how come John & Elvis are dead?"

Youth, beautiful youth
We walked through the walls until we found the truth
And said "Change it, it's ugly just change it"
Everyone we used to know
Must have given up, so long ago
You can see it, it's written on their faces
And the inside of their clothes

But the words that made me cry
'Cos I knew just what they meant
He turned to me and said
"Hey boy, if Jesus Christ is alive and well
Then how come John & Elvis are dead?"

"Tell me if Jesus Christ is alive and well
Then how come Marvin & Elvis are dead?"

I said "If Jesus Christ is going to save us from ourselves
How come peace, love and Elvis are dead?"


Catalina :rose:
 
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TaintedB said:
Theme from Everquest?

Dah-duh-duh-duh-duh-DAH! DAH!

I love the lyrics. Gets me everytime.

I'm listening to the music to Bomberman.

Boopboopbeepbeepboop

Man, I'm getting so excited!
 
What are you listening to?
i rarely hear any sounds on my computer, i prefer it that way. Right now i hear the TV in the background, set to the Nickelodeon Channel which is playing a rerun of the Olsen twins' sitcom, Full House.
 
I'm listening tomy little sister's new boyfriend's rap. I'm fucking serious. I actually fell down a few minutes ago. I don't know if it's actually as....awful as I thought it was or if it's because of lack of sleep, but 16 year old white boys doing snoop dogg impressions make me giggle.
 
Technoboy, War Machine.

Hard house and techno gets me every time!

I'll be listening to some Type O Negative in a sec.
 
Alright, Technoboy is not bad stuff. But it is not hard house. Yes, it is closer to techno but his style is called hardstyle because it is mixture of gabber and hard trance.
 
Xelebes said:
Alright, Technoboy is not bad stuff. But it is not hard house. Yes, it is closer to techno but his style is called hardstyle because it is mixture of gabber and hard trance.


Just for that now I'm listening to Technoboy's "My style is hardstyle".

Then I'll move on to War Machine and then to the Live track from the 2005 Defqon.
 
Betticus said:
Just for that now I'm listening to Technoboy's "My style is hardstyle".

Then I'll move on to War Machine and then to the Live track from the 2005 Defqon.


Sweet deal.

I'm right now listening to some dark electro mixed by a dj named Xed.
 
Sarah McLaughlin - Angel

Yeah, it's about suicide..I'm feeling kinda abandoned right now..

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance.
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reasons
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day.
I need some distraction.
Oh a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
And I may be empty oh and weightless and
Maybe I’ll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angels
Fly away from here
From this stark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angels
May you find some comfort here.

So tired of the straight line
And every where you turn
There're vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up
For all that you lack
It don't make no difference
You escape them one last time
It is easier to believe
Then this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angels
Fly away from here
From this stark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angels
May you find some comfort here.
You’re in the arms of the angels
May you find some comfort here.
 
My husband is in the kitchen "grabbing a snack," again. The kitchen is next to the bedroom where I am. I'm why he is hungry, again. LOL.

He is watching, believe it or not, the fucking weather channel! The really annoying music they have on there is what I am, irritated to report that I am listening too. *grr* I should grab a cd and put it in! *grr* It's sounds like a commercial for Geritol or some shit. *grr*

Fury
 
Rofl the weather channel, yeah didn't you know all men watch that? :p

I'm listening to Bright Eyes - Lover I Don't Want to Love

I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you.

I said, "I like your shoes."
You said, "Thanks can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs and out of view-
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name, you asked the time...
Now it's two o'clock-
the club is closed and we're up the block
Your hands on me; pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before

I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck.
Where is the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here, but I'm not sure
I got the money if you've got the time

You said, "It feels good."
I said, "I'll give it a try."

Then my mind went dark-
we both forgot where your car was parked
Let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers they just play tragic
and the phone's ringing and the van's leaving
Let's just keep touching; let's just keep, keep singing...

I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
And where's the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seem to slip my mind

But you..
But you...
you write
such pretty words
But life's no storybook
Love's an excuse to get hurt
and to hurt

Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
then hurt me..
then hurt me...
then hurt me...

No, I'm not emo, I just like some of his songs.
 
Tele2047 said:
Rofl the weather channel, yeah didn't you know all men watch that? :p

I'm listening to Bright Eyes - Lover I Don't Want to Love

I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you.

I said, "I like your shoes."
You said, "Thanks can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs and out of view-
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name, you asked the time...
Now it's two o'clock-
the club is closed and we're up the block
Your hands on me; pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before

I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck.
Where is the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here, but I'm not sure
I got the money if you've got the time

You said, "It feels good."
I said, "I'll give it a try."

Then my mind went dark-
we both forgot where your car was parked
Let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers they just play tragic
and the phone's ringing and the van's leaving
Let's just keep touching; let's just keep, keep singing...

I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
And where's the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seem to slip my mind

But you..
But you...
you write
such pretty words
But life's no storybook
Love's an excuse to get hurt
and to hurt

Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
then hurt me..
then hurt me...
then hurt me...

No, I'm not emo, I just like some of his songs.

I love Bright Eyes and love you by association
 
canadiancutie said:
I love Bright Eyes and love you by association
haha, when I saw you posted in here I thought you were gonna say you were listening to 'Cause we Gangsta'
 
canadiancutie said:
haha you love it.
naw, I like Moonlight Shadow
Actually, I think I'll play it now

Moonlight Shadow
The last that ever she saw him
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
He passed on worried and warning
Carried away by a moonlight shadow.
Lost in a river last saturday night
Far away on the other side.
He was caught in the middle of a desperate fight
And she couldn't find how to push through
The trees that whisper in the evening
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
All she saw was a silhouette of a gun
Far away on the other side.
He was shot six times by a man on the run
And she couldn't find how to push through
I stay
I pray
I see you in heaven far away
I stay
I pray
I see you in heaven far away
Four am in the morning
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
I watched your vision forming
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Star was light in a silvery night
Far away on the other side
Will you come to talk to me this night
But she couldn't find how to push through
I stay
I pray
I see you in heaven far away
I stay
I pray
I see you in heaven far away
Far away on the other side.
Caught in the middle of a hundred and five
The night was heavy but the air was alive
But she couldn't find how to push through
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Far away on the other side.
 
I have no voice from screaming along to this song haha

"Baby, I'm An Anarchist!" by Against Me!

Through the best of times,
Through the worst of times,
Through Nixon and through Bush,
Do you remember '36?
We went our seperate ways.
You fought for Stalin.
I fought for freedom.
You believe in authority.
I believe in myself.
I'm a molotov cocktail.
You're Dom Perignon.
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that
I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the cops
On the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war,
I call it co-conspirators.

'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.

You watched in awe at the red,
White, and blue on the fourth of july.
While those fireworks were exploding,
I was burning that fucker
And stringing my black flag high,
Eating the peanuts
That the parties have tossed you
In the back seat of your father's new Ford.
You believe in the ballot,
Believe in reform.
You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
We're all hypocrites,
But you're a patriot.
You thought I was only joking
When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
At the top of my lungs
At the cops in their cars
And the men in their suits.
No, I won't take your hand
And marry the State.

'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.
 
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