Les chansons de la décennie
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Les chansons de la décennie
Les miennes:
1. Shelby Lynne – Black Light Blue
2. Steve Young – Little Birdie
3. Jill Sobule – Somewhere in New Mexico
4. Dar Williams – After All
5. Slim Cessna’s Auto Club – Hold My Head
6. Laura Cantrell – The Way It Is
7. Eleni Mandell - Pauline
8. Jenifer Jackson – Mercury, the Sun and Moon
9. David Mead - Elodie
10. Lucinda Williams – Lonely Girls
11. Neko Case – In California
12. Amy Allison – Shadow of a Man
13. Lynn Miles - Unravel
14. Patty Griffin – Making Pies
15. Josh Rouse – Summer Kitchen Ballad
16. Grey De Lisle – Showgirl (I’m Sorry)
17. Paul Curreri – Bees
18. Paul Curreri - Maria
19. Joe Pisapia – Swimming Song
20. Tegan & Sara – Don’t Confess (this thing that breaks my heart)
21. Laura Cantrell – Early Years
22. Amy Rigby – Don’t Ever Change
23. Devon Sproule – Plea for a Good Night’s Rest
24. Anny Celsi – He’s Always Looking at the Sky
25. Jill Sobule – Angel/Asshole
26. Patty Griffin – Top of the World
27. Sam Phillips – Reflecting Light
28. Ron Sexsmith – Dandelion Wine
29. Jenifer Jackson – Per il mondo
30. Tanya Donelly – Golden Mean
31. Julie Doiron – Snow Falls in November
32. Jill Sobule - Jetpack
33. Ana Egge – Ways of Waiting
34. Annie Gallup – Thicker than Water
35. Danny George Wilson – Old Soul
36. Lynn Miles - Night Drive
37. Rachel Ries – We’ll All Be the Same
38. Ron Sexsmith – And Now the Day Is Done
39. Niobe – None but One
40. Nina Nastasia – Brad Haunts a Party
41. Marissa Nadler - Silvia
42. Mark Olson – Sandy Denny
43. Laura Marling – New Romantic
44. Nicole Atkins – Neptune City
45. Lonely Drifter Karen – Grass Is Singing
46. Mates of State – My Only Offer
47. Jolie Holland – Mexico City
48. St Vincent – The Strangers
49. Dirty Projectors - Useful Chamber
1. Shelby Lynne – Black Light Blue
2. Steve Young – Little Birdie
3. Jill Sobule – Somewhere in New Mexico
4. Dar Williams – After All
5. Slim Cessna’s Auto Club – Hold My Head
6. Laura Cantrell – The Way It Is
7. Eleni Mandell - Pauline
8. Jenifer Jackson – Mercury, the Sun and Moon
9. David Mead - Elodie
10. Lucinda Williams – Lonely Girls
11. Neko Case – In California
12. Amy Allison – Shadow of a Man
13. Lynn Miles - Unravel
14. Patty Griffin – Making Pies
15. Josh Rouse – Summer Kitchen Ballad
16. Grey De Lisle – Showgirl (I’m Sorry)
17. Paul Curreri – Bees
18. Paul Curreri - Maria
19. Joe Pisapia – Swimming Song
20. Tegan & Sara – Don’t Confess (this thing that breaks my heart)
21. Laura Cantrell – Early Years
22. Amy Rigby – Don’t Ever Change
23. Devon Sproule – Plea for a Good Night’s Rest
24. Anny Celsi – He’s Always Looking at the Sky
25. Jill Sobule – Angel/Asshole
26. Patty Griffin – Top of the World
27. Sam Phillips – Reflecting Light
28. Ron Sexsmith – Dandelion Wine
29. Jenifer Jackson – Per il mondo
30. Tanya Donelly – Golden Mean
31. Julie Doiron – Snow Falls in November
32. Jill Sobule - Jetpack
33. Ana Egge – Ways of Waiting
34. Annie Gallup – Thicker than Water
35. Danny George Wilson – Old Soul
36. Lynn Miles - Night Drive
37. Rachel Ries – We’ll All Be the Same
38. Ron Sexsmith – And Now the Day Is Done
39. Niobe – None but One
40. Nina Nastasia – Brad Haunts a Party
41. Marissa Nadler - Silvia
42. Mark Olson – Sandy Denny
43. Laura Marling – New Romantic
44. Nicole Atkins – Neptune City
45. Lonely Drifter Karen – Grass Is Singing
46. Mates of State – My Only Offer
47. Jolie Holland – Mexico City
48. St Vincent – The Strangers
49. Dirty Projectors - Useful Chamber
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Le mag Rolling stone a établi son classement, rien que pour rire, les 50 premiers!
Songs of the Decade
1 | Gnarls Barkley — "Crazy"
2 | Jay-Z — "99 Problems"
3 | Beyoncé — "Crazy in Love"
4 | Outkast — "Hey Ya!"
5 | M.I.A. — "Paper Planes"
6 | The White Stripes — "Seven Nation Army"
7 | Yeah Yeah Yeahs — "Maps"
8 | Amy Winehouse — "Rehab"
9 | U2 — "Beautiful Day"
10 | Eminem — "Stan"
11 | MGMT — "Time to Pretend"
12 | Eminem — "Lose Yourself"
13 | 50 Cent — "In Da Club"
14 | Missy Elliott — "Get Ur Freak On"
15 | Johnny Cash — "Hurt"
16 | The Strokes — "Last Nite"
17 | Bob Dylan — "Mississippi"
18 | Kelly Clarkson — "Since U Been Gone"
19 | Kanye West — "Jesus Walks"
20 | Justin Timberlake — "Cry Me a River"
21 | OutKast — "B.O.B."
22 | Amerie — "1 Thing"
23 | Rihanna — "Umbrella"
24 | Radiohead — "Everything in Its Right Place"
25 | Missy Elliott — "Work It"
26 | Coldplay — "Clocks"
27 | The Postal Service — "Such Great Heights"
28 | Randy Newman — "A Few Words in Defense of Our Country"
29 | Kanye West — "Gold Digger"
30 | R. Kelly — "Ignition (Remix)"
31 | The Flaming Lips — "Do You Realize?"
32 | Franz Ferdinand — "Take Me Out"
33 | Daft Punk — "One More Time"
34 | Coldplay — "Yellow"
35 | Bruce Springsteen — "The Rising"
36 | U2 — "Moment of Surrender"
37 | LCD Soundsystem — "Losing My Edge"
38 | Gorillaz — "Clint Eastwood"
39 | Modest Mouse — "Float On"
40 | Kelis — "Milkshake"
41 | LCD Soundsystem — "All My Friends"
42 | Arcade Fire — "Wake Up"
43 | The Roots — "The Seed (2.0)"
44 | Britney Spears — "Toxic"
45 | Kylie Minogue — "Can't Get You Out of My Head"
46 | MGMT — "Kids"
47 | Green Day — "American Idiot"
48 | The Killers — "Mr. Brightside"
49 | The Walkmen — "The Rat"
50 | Beyoncé — "Single Ladies"
Songs of the Decade
1 | Gnarls Barkley — "Crazy"
2 | Jay-Z — "99 Problems"
3 | Beyoncé — "Crazy in Love"
4 | Outkast — "Hey Ya!"
5 | M.I.A. — "Paper Planes"
6 | The White Stripes — "Seven Nation Army"
7 | Yeah Yeah Yeahs — "Maps"
8 | Amy Winehouse — "Rehab"
9 | U2 — "Beautiful Day"
10 | Eminem — "Stan"
11 | MGMT — "Time to Pretend"
12 | Eminem — "Lose Yourself"
13 | 50 Cent — "In Da Club"
14 | Missy Elliott — "Get Ur Freak On"
15 | Johnny Cash — "Hurt"
16 | The Strokes — "Last Nite"
17 | Bob Dylan — "Mississippi"
18 | Kelly Clarkson — "Since U Been Gone"
19 | Kanye West — "Jesus Walks"
20 | Justin Timberlake — "Cry Me a River"
21 | OutKast — "B.O.B."
22 | Amerie — "1 Thing"
23 | Rihanna — "Umbrella"
24 | Radiohead — "Everything in Its Right Place"
25 | Missy Elliott — "Work It"
26 | Coldplay — "Clocks"
27 | The Postal Service — "Such Great Heights"
28 | Randy Newman — "A Few Words in Defense of Our Country"
29 | Kanye West — "Gold Digger"
30 | R. Kelly — "Ignition (Remix)"
31 | The Flaming Lips — "Do You Realize?"
32 | Franz Ferdinand — "Take Me Out"
33 | Daft Punk — "One More Time"
34 | Coldplay — "Yellow"
35 | Bruce Springsteen — "The Rising"
36 | U2 — "Moment of Surrender"
37 | LCD Soundsystem — "Losing My Edge"
38 | Gorillaz — "Clint Eastwood"
39 | Modest Mouse — "Float On"
40 | Kelis — "Milkshake"
41 | LCD Soundsystem — "All My Friends"
42 | Arcade Fire — "Wake Up"
43 | The Roots — "The Seed (2.0)"
44 | Britney Spears — "Toxic"
45 | Kylie Minogue — "Can't Get You Out of My Head"
46 | MGMT — "Kids"
47 | Green Day — "American Idiot"
48 | The Killers — "Mr. Brightside"
49 | The Walkmen — "The Rat"
50 | Beyoncé — "Single Ladies"
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Une chanson de ma liste via YouTube, qui rend aussi hommage à John Peel, authentique amoureux de chansons s'il en fut. Une bonne chanson est éternelle.
It was a beautiful idea when it started,
It hit so hard, I never thought it through.
Leaving the west side of town,
way on up riverside rushing down,
that's the freest moment a city girl knew.
I've got the beauty of the moment,
passed so quickly,
Now the tingle and the chill got me confused.
So as I buckle down, why knuckle you 'round.
Those free moments feel so fare and few.
That's just the way it is
That's just the way it is
An I can't help myself at all
That's just the way it is
I see you crossing the street,
come and meet me.
Like an image come to mind too long ago.
Well there's a smile across your mouth
those eyes are looking south.
If I could see them what would they let me know?
That's just the way it is
That's just the way it is
An I can't help myself at all
That's just the way it is
I looked and found them lost and started
I've sown and reeded and plowed the ground once more
I laid my hammer down, wandered this city all around
Ended up on the streets I walked before
That's just the way it is
That's just the way it is
An I can't help myself at all
That's just the way it is
That's just the way it is
That's just the way it is
An I can't help myself at all
That's just the way it is
It was a beautiful idea when it started,
It hit so hard, I never thought it through.
Leaving the west side of town,
way on up riverside rushing down,
that's the freest moment a city girl knew.
I've got the beauty of the moment,
passed so quickly,
Now the tingle and the chill got me confused.
So as I buckle down, why knuckle you 'round.
Those free moments feel so fare and few.
That's just the way it is
That's just the way it is
An I can't help myself at all
That's just the way it is
I see you crossing the street,
come and meet me.
Like an image come to mind too long ago.
Well there's a smile across your mouth
those eyes are looking south.
If I could see them what would they let me know?
That's just the way it is
That's just the way it is
An I can't help myself at all
That's just the way it is
I looked and found them lost and started
I've sown and reeded and plowed the ground once more
I laid my hammer down, wandered this city all around
Ended up on the streets I walked before
That's just the way it is
That's just the way it is
An I can't help myself at all
That's just the way it is
That's just the way it is
That's just the way it is
An I can't help myself at all
That's just the way it is
Hugues- Langue pendue
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Date d'inscription : 05/04/2005
Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Quand l'émotion d'une chanson vous plonge dans un autre monde. Un monde où l'âme humaine, en se consolant de sa plainte, fait son propre lit.
Somewhere in New Mexico
I have a friend, swear she saw Jesus
Hovering above her lonely bed
She said it changed her life forever
" Whatever works" I said
I sit with her changing channels
It's so hard to concentrate
I laugh at her, but I'm pretty sure
She's having a better day
So I will lay on the highway somewhere in New Mexico
And wait for a strange light to come and take me home
Or I will stand by the statue and wait for her to cry
to see real tears that seem sincere once before I die
The other night I talked to an old flame
Who finally said why he moved on
He said I didn't have faith in anything
I knew he wasn't wrong
I saw two lovers in the park
With that dreamy look of lust in their eyes
The whole world smiled as they passed by
They just make me mad
So I will lay on the highway somewhere in New Mexico
And wait for a strange light to come and take me home
Or I will stand by the statue and wait for her to cry
Take this jaded heart, blow it all apart, once before I die
I'll get down on my knees, something I don't believe
Somebody help me please, I'm starting to repeat myself
I'm starting to repeat myself
So I will lay on the highway somewhere in New Mexico
And wait for a strange light to come and take me home
Or I will stand by the statue and wait for her to cry
I'd love to see a miracle once before I die
Once before I die
Somewhere in New Mexico
I have a friend, swear she saw Jesus
Hovering above her lonely bed
She said it changed her life forever
" Whatever works" I said
I sit with her changing channels
It's so hard to concentrate
I laugh at her, but I'm pretty sure
She's having a better day
So I will lay on the highway somewhere in New Mexico
And wait for a strange light to come and take me home
Or I will stand by the statue and wait for her to cry
to see real tears that seem sincere once before I die
The other night I talked to an old flame
Who finally said why he moved on
He said I didn't have faith in anything
I knew he wasn't wrong
I saw two lovers in the park
With that dreamy look of lust in their eyes
The whole world smiled as they passed by
They just make me mad
So I will lay on the highway somewhere in New Mexico
And wait for a strange light to come and take me home
Or I will stand by the statue and wait for her to cry
Take this jaded heart, blow it all apart, once before I die
I'll get down on my knees, something I don't believe
Somebody help me please, I'm starting to repeat myself
I'm starting to repeat myself
So I will lay on the highway somewhere in New Mexico
And wait for a strange light to come and take me home
Or I will stand by the statue and wait for her to cry
I'd love to see a miracle once before I die
Once before I die
Hugues- Langue pendue
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Date d'inscription : 05/04/2005
Re: Les chansons de la décennie
La magie de Steve Young: une guitare, une voix, et vous voilà pris par le souffle de la course, de la liberté, l'appel des grands espaces, survolant les plaines comme un oiseau.
Little Birdie, little birdie
Come and sing me a song
Got a short time to be here
Got a long time to be gone
Little Birdie, little birdie
What makes you fly so high?
It's because I'm a true little bird
And I do not fear to die
And if the grace is coming
I say just let it come
It won't need no TV preacher
Beating on their drum
Little Birdie, little birdie
What makes me love you?
It's because you see me in my sorrow
But I'm searching for a patch of blue
Just like you
Little Birdie, little birdie
Come and sing me one song
I got a short time to be here
Got a long time to be gone
Little Birdie, little birdie
Come and sing me a song
Got a short time to be here
Got a long time to be gone
Little Birdie, little birdie
What makes you fly so high?
It's because I'm a true little bird
And I do not fear to die
And if the grace is coming
I say just let it come
It won't need no TV preacher
Beating on their drum
Little Birdie, little birdie
What makes me love you?
It's because you see me in my sorrow
But I'm searching for a patch of blue
Just like you
Little Birdie, little birdie
Come and sing me one song
I got a short time to be here
Got a long time to be gone
Hugues- Langue pendue
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Date d'inscription : 05/04/2005
Re: Les chansons de la décennie
La canadienne Lynn Miles... Il y a tant de musicalité dans le deuxième morceau ci-dessous que j'en savoure l'orchestre imaginaire.
Unravel
I've been livin' out here by the hydro towers
Tryin' to feel my feet and regain my powers
Livin' on the flight path, tryin' to feel the ground
Tryin' to break the chains that hold me to this town
I've been watchin' the crows, sittin' on the wires
Listenin' to the muscle cars burnin' their tires
I thought I'd stick around for a month or so
Well I've been here for seven and this is what I know
You can read a lot of books, it don't make you smart
Kiss a lot of fools, don't mean you got a heart
Walk a million miles, don't mean that you traveled
You can make a perfect plan, and see it all unravel
Well you know who your friends are when you go through trouble
They're the ones who come around and pull you from the rubble
The phone don't ring as many times a day
But when it does, they have somethin' good to say
I watch the new mothers push their strollers on my street
They're scared and they're happy and they're sad and they're sweet
I watched two seasons come and go
And this is what I know
You can read a lot of books, it don't make you smart
Kiss a lot of fools, don't mean you got a heart
Walk a million miles, don't mean that you traveled
You can make a perfect plan, and see it all unravel
Now I'm sittin' in the window and I'm watchin' it rain
Thunder and lightenin', love and shame
It took me four long years to crawl down to this place
It'll take four to get back and it ain't no race
Now there's cats on the sidwalk, dogs under trees
And the wheels on the pavement buzz like honey bees
The laundry's wet and the wind is gonna blow
And I don't care 'cause this is what I know
You can read a lot of books, it don't make you smart
Kiss a lot of fools, don't mean you got a heart
Walk a million miles, don't mean that you traveled
You can make a perfect plan, and see it all unravel
Unravel
I've been livin' out here by the hydro towers
Tryin' to feel my feet and regain my powers
Livin' on the flight path, tryin' to feel the ground
Tryin' to break the chains that hold me to this town
I've been watchin' the crows, sittin' on the wires
Listenin' to the muscle cars burnin' their tires
I thought I'd stick around for a month or so
Well I've been here for seven and this is what I know
You can read a lot of books, it don't make you smart
Kiss a lot of fools, don't mean you got a heart
Walk a million miles, don't mean that you traveled
You can make a perfect plan, and see it all unravel
Well you know who your friends are when you go through trouble
They're the ones who come around and pull you from the rubble
The phone don't ring as many times a day
But when it does, they have somethin' good to say
I watch the new mothers push their strollers on my street
They're scared and they're happy and they're sad and they're sweet
I watched two seasons come and go
And this is what I know
You can read a lot of books, it don't make you smart
Kiss a lot of fools, don't mean you got a heart
Walk a million miles, don't mean that you traveled
You can make a perfect plan, and see it all unravel
Now I'm sittin' in the window and I'm watchin' it rain
Thunder and lightenin', love and shame
It took me four long years to crawl down to this place
It'll take four to get back and it ain't no race
Now there's cats on the sidwalk, dogs under trees
And the wheels on the pavement buzz like honey bees
The laundry's wet and the wind is gonna blow
And I don't care 'cause this is what I know
You can read a lot of books, it don't make you smart
Kiss a lot of fools, don't mean you got a heart
Walk a million miles, don't mean that you traveled
You can make a perfect plan, and see it all unravel
Hugues- Langue pendue
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Date d'inscription : 05/04/2005
Re: Les chansons de la décennie
I wished I was smarter
Wished I was stronger
I wished I loved jesus
The way the my wife does
I wished it'd been easier
Instead of any longer
I wished I could've stood
Where you would've been proud
That won't happen now
That won't happen now
There's a whole lot of sinners
That ain't gonna be heard
Disppearing every day
Without so much as a word
Somehow
I'm afraid I broke the wings
Off that little songbird
And she's never gonna fly
To the top of the world How
To the top of the world
I don't have to answer
Any of these questions
Don't have no guide to
Teach me no lessons
I come home in the evening
Sit in my chair
One night they called me for supper
But I never got up
I stayed right there
In my chair
There's a whole lot of singing
That ain't gonna be heard
Disappearing every day
Without so much as a word
Somehow
I think I broke the wings
Off a little songbird
And she's never gonna fly
To the top of the world
How
To the top of the world
I wished I'd had known you
Wished I had shown you
All of the things I
Was all these are
But I'd pretend to be sleeping
When you'd come in in the morning
To whisper goodbye
Go work at the rain
I don't know why
Don't know why
Cause everyone's singing
We just wanna be heard
Disappearing every day
Without so much as a word
So how?
Gonna grab a hold
Of that little songbird
And take her for a ride
To the top of the world
Right now
To the top of the world
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Pauline
more than a memory girl
got to tell you what was
a cold blue sofa
and an oriental rug
when your man got down
and your man told me
let's go
Pauline
more than a memory girl
got to tell you what
smells like a magazine
tastes like a watermelon
looks like looks like looks like
we've got a problem
It felt like love when he pulled me near
I was born in spring
I was looking for a thrill
in your pale summer dress
and your catalogue skirt
I wore black
I wore heels
I wore an oxblood t-shirt
Pauline
more than a memory girl
got to tell you what
the lad looked down
while the record player turned
I was sweet and pretty
like a chinese glamour girl
It felt like love when he pulled me near
I was born in spring
I was looking for a thrill
in your pale summer dress
and your catalogue skirt
I wore black
I wore heels
I wore a tight red t-shirt
Pauline
more than a memory girl
got to tell you what
Pauline
more than a memory girl
got to tell you what was
a cold blue sofa
and an oriental rug
when your man got down
and your man told me
when your man got down
and your man told me
when your man got down
and your man told me
let's go let's go let's go
Hugues- Langue pendue
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Hugues- Langue pendue
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Age : 55
Localisation : Manosque
Date d'inscription : 05/04/2005
Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Quelle tendresse...
Lonely girls
Heavy blankets
Cover lonely girls
Sweet sad songs
Sung by lonely girls
Pretty hairdos
Worn by lonely girls
Sparkly rhinestones
Shine on lonely girls
I oughta know
About lonely girls
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Lonely girls
Heavy blankets
Cover lonely girls
Sweet sad songs
Sung by lonely girls
Pretty hairdos
Worn by lonely girls
Sparkly rhinestones
Shine on lonely girls
I oughta know
About lonely girls
Dernière édition par Hugues le Jeu 7 Jan - 22:08, édité 1 fois
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Vous pouvez écouter "Thicker than Water" d'Annie Gallup sur cette page (après vous cliquez à côté de cette flèche verte sur votre droite, une fois que vous avez entré le code demandé pour télécharger le mp3)
Thicker Than Water
I fell in love with horses when I heard a poem by Lorca. I was seventeen and bored in class, gazing out the window while my English teacher, Mrs Morrison, an ageless, sexless crone with glasses, droned on and on and on. There was a map of the world pinned crooked on the cork board. I could hear the boy in the seat behind me digging a hole in his desktop with a ballpoint pen. And then I heard Mrs Morrison say the words “white horse grazing near the river dust” and all my hair stood up. It was the restless melancholy in those words that matched the restless melancholy in me, a timeless, incarnate vision that startled something secret wide open. I listened as she read on, not to the poem, but to the motion of blood in my veins, the wakening of what I couldn’t locate in my brain, a yearning for something fierce and profound and dark and holy and profane and as yet unavailable. It was not the teenage boys with their diffuse atomic particles and dirty minds, not the comic book outline cartoon of high school, or the ribcage of family life. It was something compelling and unknown. And so, in spite of Mrs Morrison’s next poem, in which “the little horse must think it queer,” I volunteered at McManahan’s Stables, mucking stalls, pitching hay, hauling water, currying coats, picking hooves, working with horses that bucked and bolted and shook the earth and that responded to me. I immersed myself in a very physical world of sweat and flies and shit and that sweet horse smell, knowing but not noticing that I was chasing a mystery, living a metaphor, following an instinct as I saddled the Arab mare I called Rocco and rode out on the trails after chores, believing for the moment I was Soledad, the gypsy girl, blood thicker than water, riding out to meet her lover, opening my shirt as far as I dared, my hair long and tangled in the wind, and Rocco wise and understanding, leading me out the trails farther and farther, keeping me out until the barn windows were yellow as we came back across the dusty fields and Colleen McManahan was annoyed and later, at home, my mother would have to reheat the meatloaf while I showered.
Soledad rides her silver horse down the steep and rocky trail under a gypsy moon, stars swimming over her head like minnows
Honey, your brother finished off the green beans, would you like a salad?
Down, always downhill she rides towards the sea, through meadows scented with mint and basil, under the forest’s dark canopy, beside a rushing stream where her horse dips his head to drink.
Watch your elbow! Oh never mind, I’ll get a towel.
Dew settles on her skin and she shivers but on she rides, on and on to meet her lover by the sea.
There was some mail for you, I left it on the telephone stand in the hall.
On and on she rides to meet her lover, his letter folded and pressed against her heart, meet me by the sea at the delta where the river bed flows against the shore, my love, and never be lonely forevermore.
Your grandmother is coming over tomorrow, maybe you can come home early and help me with dinner.
Soledad, Soledad, blood thicker than water, rides her night horse toward the place where the river gives itself to the sea, where love builds a fire and waits under the swimming stars and the fish rise phosphorescent from the waves, and the sky floats timeless clear to the sunrise as tomorrow races toward her from the other side of the world
Thicker Than Water
I fell in love with horses when I heard a poem by Lorca. I was seventeen and bored in class, gazing out the window while my English teacher, Mrs Morrison, an ageless, sexless crone with glasses, droned on and on and on. There was a map of the world pinned crooked on the cork board. I could hear the boy in the seat behind me digging a hole in his desktop with a ballpoint pen. And then I heard Mrs Morrison say the words “white horse grazing near the river dust” and all my hair stood up. It was the restless melancholy in those words that matched the restless melancholy in me, a timeless, incarnate vision that startled something secret wide open. I listened as she read on, not to the poem, but to the motion of blood in my veins, the wakening of what I couldn’t locate in my brain, a yearning for something fierce and profound and dark and holy and profane and as yet unavailable. It was not the teenage boys with their diffuse atomic particles and dirty minds, not the comic book outline cartoon of high school, or the ribcage of family life. It was something compelling and unknown. And so, in spite of Mrs Morrison’s next poem, in which “the little horse must think it queer,” I volunteered at McManahan’s Stables, mucking stalls, pitching hay, hauling water, currying coats, picking hooves, working with horses that bucked and bolted and shook the earth and that responded to me. I immersed myself in a very physical world of sweat and flies and shit and that sweet horse smell, knowing but not noticing that I was chasing a mystery, living a metaphor, following an instinct as I saddled the Arab mare I called Rocco and rode out on the trails after chores, believing for the moment I was Soledad, the gypsy girl, blood thicker than water, riding out to meet her lover, opening my shirt as far as I dared, my hair long and tangled in the wind, and Rocco wise and understanding, leading me out the trails farther and farther, keeping me out until the barn windows were yellow as we came back across the dusty fields and Colleen McManahan was annoyed and later, at home, my mother would have to reheat the meatloaf while I showered.
Soledad rides her silver horse down the steep and rocky trail under a gypsy moon, stars swimming over her head like minnows
Honey, your brother finished off the green beans, would you like a salad?
Down, always downhill she rides towards the sea, through meadows scented with mint and basil, under the forest’s dark canopy, beside a rushing stream where her horse dips his head to drink.
Watch your elbow! Oh never mind, I’ll get a towel.
Dew settles on her skin and she shivers but on she rides, on and on to meet her lover by the sea.
There was some mail for you, I left it on the telephone stand in the hall.
On and on she rides to meet her lover, his letter folded and pressed against her heart, meet me by the sea at the delta where the river bed flows against the shore, my love, and never be lonely forevermore.
Your grandmother is coming over tomorrow, maybe you can come home early and help me with dinner.
Soledad, Soledad, blood thicker than water, rides her night horse toward the place where the river gives itself to the sea, where love builds a fire and waits under the swimming stars and the fish rise phosphorescent from the waves, and the sky floats timeless clear to the sunrise as tomorrow races toward her from the other side of the world
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Une superbe mise au point.
After All
Go ahead, push your luck
Find out how much love the world can hold
Once upon a time I had control
And reined my soul in tight
Well the whole truth
Is like the story of a wave unfurled
But I held the evil of the world
So I stopped the tide
Froze it up from inside
And it felt like a winter machine
That you go through and then
You catch your breath and winter starts again
And everyone else is spring bound
And when I chose to live
There was no joy, it's just a line I crossed
It wasn't worth the pain my death would cost
So I was not lost or found
And if I was to sleep
I knew my family had more truth to tell
And so I traveled down a whispering well
To know myself through them
Growing up, my mom had a room full of books
And hid away in there
Her father raging down a spiral stair
Till he found someone
Most days his son
And sometimes I think
My father, too, was a refugee
I know they tried to keep their pain from me
They could not see what it was for
But now I'm sleeping fine
Sometimes the truth is like a second chance
I am the daughter of a great romance
And they are the children of the war
Well the sun rose with so many colors
It nearly broke my heart
And worked me over like a work of art
And I was a part of all that
So go ahead, push your luck
Say what it is you've got to say to me
We will push on into that mystery
And it'll push right back
And there are worse things than that
'Cause for every price
And every penance that I could think of
It's better to have fallen in love
Than never to have fallen at all
'Cause when you live in a world
Well it gets in to who you thought you'd be
And now I laugh at how the world changed me
I think life chose me after all
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After All
Go ahead, push your luck
Find out how much love the world can hold
Once upon a time I had control
And reined my soul in tight
Well the whole truth
Is like the story of a wave unfurled
But I held the evil of the world
So I stopped the tide
Froze it up from inside
And it felt like a winter machine
That you go through and then
You catch your breath and winter starts again
And everyone else is spring bound
And when I chose to live
There was no joy, it's just a line I crossed
It wasn't worth the pain my death would cost
So I was not lost or found
And if I was to sleep
I knew my family had more truth to tell
And so I traveled down a whispering well
To know myself through them
Growing up, my mom had a room full of books
And hid away in there
Her father raging down a spiral stair
Till he found someone
Most days his son
And sometimes I think
My father, too, was a refugee
I know they tried to keep their pain from me
They could not see what it was for
But now I'm sleeping fine
Sometimes the truth is like a second chance
I am the daughter of a great romance
And they are the children of the war
Well the sun rose with so many colors
It nearly broke my heart
And worked me over like a work of art
And I was a part of all that
So go ahead, push your luck
Say what it is you've got to say to me
We will push on into that mystery
And it'll push right back
And there are worse things than that
'Cause for every price
And every penance that I could think of
It's better to have fallen in love
Than never to have fallen at all
'Cause when you live in a world
Well it gets in to who you thought you'd be
And now I laugh at how the world changed me
I think life chose me after all
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Problems of this world
Strip away your soul
Put you out of touch
But if blue's the sky
And it's summertime
Then you are in luck
Find a place to jump into the blue
You'll find your troubles soon leaving you
Floating, drifting on a wave or a ripple
Suddenly everything is simple
And if this summer lasts forever so be it.
Problems of this world
Take away your time
And put you so far under
But I know a place
A perfect state of grace
And everyone is humbled.
FInd a place to jump into the blue
You'll find your troubles soon leaving you
Floating, drifting on a wave or a ripple
Suddenly everything is simple
And if this summer lasts forever so be it
And if this summer lasts forever so be it
And if this summer lasts forever so be it
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Black light blue
Heaven's perfect hue
the ultimate possession
the game you couldn't lose
the voice in the corner
the song you hardly knew
the terrible admission
some tragic lonely tune
slow the Spanish dancer on a stage
Black light blue
is tearing me in two
a mad revelation
Shakespeare isn't true
the raising of the glasses
the falling into sin
dying in the desert
the loners lonely end
in the shifting sand oasis
Black light Blue
cock-a-doodle-do
calling for the innocent
the taming of the shrew
the muting of the colors
the mystical review
trying for forever, is what you'll never do
there you stand, alone
Black light blue
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Un point culminant à 3:25: la voix s'éraille, quasiment a cappella, dans le givre du silence, puis entame un doux "hoooooooooo" avant la reprise orgasmique de la rythmique.
Don't think I'll confess
Don't think I'll confess that I
Don't think I'll deny
Don't think I'll deny that I
Don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better till you get worse
Yeah you send a little smile my way
And don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better til you get worse
Yeah you send a little love my way
Every second I spend waiting
Drags me closer to this grave
I'm not alone
No, I'm just on my own
And I, it's a little cold outside
Don't think I'll escape
Why would I escape you
Don't think I'll replace
How could I replace you
And don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better til you get worse
Yeah you send a little smile my way
And don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better til you get worse
Yeah you send a little love my way
And every second I spend waiting
Drags me closer to this grave
I'm not alone
No, I'm just on my own
And I, it's a little cold outside
And so don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better til you get worse
Send your love my way
Don't think I'll confess
Don't think I'll confess that I
Don't think I'll deny
Don't think I'll deny that I
Don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better till you get worse
Yeah you send a little smile my way
And don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better til you get worse
Yeah you send a little love my way
Every second I spend waiting
Drags me closer to this grave
I'm not alone
No, I'm just on my own
And I, it's a little cold outside
Don't think I'll escape
Why would I escape you
Don't think I'll replace
How could I replace you
And don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better til you get worse
Yeah you send a little smile my way
And don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better til you get worse
Yeah you send a little love my way
And every second I spend waiting
Drags me closer to this grave
I'm not alone
No, I'm just on my own
And I, it's a little cold outside
And so don't be so hard on yourself
You won't get better til you get worse
Send your love my way
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Les vidéos ou chansons suivantes furent déjà postées ici par le passé, alors je fais un lot...
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Du pur Ron Sexsmith, sans doute la voix "mâle" qui m'émeut le plus au monde... Titre 12 sur cette page
The sun has gone
It arose but never shone
And now the day is done
Before it’d ever begun
It was such a pleasant dream
‘Til someone pulled the plug
T’ was a rude awakening
Guess it’s time we all woke up
And admit that something’s very wrong
The sun has gone
It arose but never shone
And now the day is done
Before it’d ever begun
Now I guess we’ll never know
Of the load you had to bear
When you walked that lonesome road
Did it lead you to despair?
I just hope
You’ve found some comfort there
The sun is gone
It arose but never shone
And now the day is done
Before it’d ever begun
I just hope
You’ve found some comfort there
The sun is gone
It arose but never shone
And now the day is done
Before it’d ever begun
The sun has gone
It arose but never shone
And now the day is done
Before it’d ever begun
It was such a pleasant dream
‘Til someone pulled the plug
T’ was a rude awakening
Guess it’s time we all woke up
And admit that something’s very wrong
The sun has gone
It arose but never shone
And now the day is done
Before it’d ever begun
Now I guess we’ll never know
Of the load you had to bear
When you walked that lonesome road
Did it lead you to despair?
I just hope
You’ve found some comfort there
The sun is gone
It arose but never shone
And now the day is done
Before it’d ever begun
I just hope
You’ve found some comfort there
The sun is gone
It arose but never shone
And now the day is done
Before it’d ever begun
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
"None but One" par Niobe, alias Yvonne Cornelius, chanteuse et musicienne allemande, plage 11 de l'album White Hats en écoute sur cette page.
Dernière édition par Hugues le Dim 10 Jan - 13:41, édité 1 fois
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
"La hierba canta" de l'album Grass Is Singing (habla espagnol?) de Lonely Drifter Karen - trio austro-italo-espagnol de langue principalo-anglaise. Dernier titre en écoute ici (merci deezer).
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
You are dizzy still
And we are due to drive
That far in the dark
In a frozen lane
No use slowing down
The party wasn't loud
How we lied about everything
We don't get around
Like we used to do
Oh no, but tonight
Will end too soon
But it stretched past the houses
Where the road lines go black
With nowhere to get to
Of the mile on the speedway
Burnt out like the sun
We hid from everyone
We got high
'Cause you have to
When they came along
We had lots of fun
But we left the light too soon
And we don't get around
Like we used to do
Oh no
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
"Elodie" est une chanson légère, merveilleusement légère, écrite par le New Yorkais David Mead à propos de l'actrice Elodie Bouchez, dont il tomba sous le charme en regardant un de ses films. On peut l'écouter ici. On retrouve cette chanson sur son 2ème album, Mine and Yours, paru en 2003.
Dernière édition par Hugues le Lun 22 Mar - 16:01, édité 1 fois
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
C'est quoi la pop? C'est ça.
Bought a home we bartered right.
Two kids, Two car delight.
Posed pictures on the walls.
Small talk in the bedroom halls.
Can't make it home tonight.
Go to sleep but leave the light.
I pretend to make a call.
Loose talk into bedroom stalls.
Oh, oh, oh is my only offer.
Stifle copies of myself.
Oh, oh, oh, or someone else.
My friends they all agree.
Give in to our defeat.
In secret we believe,
We're nothing, nothing, nothing that we need.
Oh, oh, oh, is my only offer.
Stifle copies of myself.
Oh, oh, oh, or someone else.
I always wanted to be the face in front of me.
Debating a life sucked out the energy.
Build up a wall made ut of finer things.
Piled in high so we could barely see it.
Oh oh oh is my only offer.
Oh, oh, oh, my only offer.
Oh, oh, oh, my only offer.
Stifle copies of myself.
Oh, oh, oh, it's all I have to offer.
Bought a home we bartered right.
Two kids, Two car delight.
Posed pictures on the walls.
Small talk in the bedroom halls.
Can't make it home tonight.
Go to sleep but leave the light.
I pretend to make a call.
Loose talk into bedroom stalls.
Oh, oh, oh is my only offer.
Stifle copies of myself.
Oh, oh, oh, or someone else.
My friends they all agree.
Give in to our defeat.
In secret we believe,
We're nothing, nothing, nothing that we need.
Oh, oh, oh, is my only offer.
Stifle copies of myself.
Oh, oh, oh, or someone else.
I always wanted to be the face in front of me.
Debating a life sucked out the energy.
Build up a wall made ut of finer things.
Piled in high so we could barely see it.
Oh oh oh is my only offer.
Oh, oh, oh, my only offer.
Oh, oh, oh, my only offer.
Stifle copies of myself.
Oh, oh, oh, it's all I have to offer.
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Retrouvons Laura Cantrell et son délicieux "Early Years", tiré de son 2ème album, ici
Que de finesse dans ce chant nostalgique et rêveur, cette mélodie fluide et limpide.
Early Years
The three years that I loved you,
Were the best years, oh, the early days.
Yes, those early days, when I hung around,
Followed you around, tryin' to catch the sound,
Of your warm voice come through my radio.
I went to the nightclubs, and the studios.
And somehow I knew, I would make it so.
And you would love me in the sweetest way.
One night you let me pick you up, nice an' easy.
I knew the time had come that you would love me some.
Soon our days and nights were busy.
These were the crazy years, songs, cigarettes and tears.
And I never thought much about it.
How it all might change some day.
I just let myself feel good about you,
Way back in the early years.
Those early years, some heady days,
They rolled from one into another, then walked away.
I was so naive, but I felt so strong,
Way back in the early years.
We took a drive on a windy day.
We watched the seagulls glide, we saw the weather change.
But sometimes, I feel, the coldest chill I got,
Was the look upon your face across the parking lot.
And your sweet voice, I still remember.
But not the words I heard you say.
We never made it through December,
At the end of the early years.
Those early years, some heady days,
They rolled from one into another, then walked away.
I was so naive, but I felt so strong,
Way back in the early years.
Way back in the early years.
Que de finesse dans ce chant nostalgique et rêveur, cette mélodie fluide et limpide.
Early Years
The three years that I loved you,
Were the best years, oh, the early days.
Yes, those early days, when I hung around,
Followed you around, tryin' to catch the sound,
Of your warm voice come through my radio.
I went to the nightclubs, and the studios.
And somehow I knew, I would make it so.
And you would love me in the sweetest way.
One night you let me pick you up, nice an' easy.
I knew the time had come that you would love me some.
Soon our days and nights were busy.
These were the crazy years, songs, cigarettes and tears.
And I never thought much about it.
How it all might change some day.
I just let myself feel good about you,
Way back in the early years.
Those early years, some heady days,
They rolled from one into another, then walked away.
I was so naive, but I felt so strong,
Way back in the early years.
We took a drive on a windy day.
We watched the seagulls glide, we saw the weather change.
But sometimes, I feel, the coldest chill I got,
Was the look upon your face across the parking lot.
And your sweet voice, I still remember.
But not the words I heard you say.
We never made it through December,
At the end of the early years.
Those early years, some heady days,
They rolled from one into another, then walked away.
I was so naive, but I felt so strong,
Way back in the early years.
Way back in the early years.
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Danny George Wilson: "Old Soul" - avec Jess Klein en seconde voix.
Bravo à Fargo pour avoir déniché cet artiste et publié ce disque.
Bravo à Fargo pour avoir déniché cet artiste et publié ce disque.
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Re: Les chansons de la décennie
Josh Rouse: "Summer Kitchen Ballad" (la démo de cette même chanson sur la même page, intitulée "Camping in Copenhagen", vaut aussi le coup d'oreille, ne serait-ce que pour la voix de Josh).
Sat in the kitchen with an asthma cigarette
Out the window with an inch of regret
It's a gray world
Sold all the gear that he had in the shed
Gave him a hard time so he up and quit
It's a gray world
And the old van is tired and slow
It wouldn't go
Down at the quarry to have a swim
I took off my shirt but you won't go in
It's a gray world
Later at the fire with a marshmallow stick
You ware embarrassed cause she was so thin
It's a gray world
And the old van is tired and slow
It wouldn't go
It wouldn't go
It wouldn't go
It wouldn't go
Sat in the kitchen with an asthma cigarette
Out the window with an inch of regret
It's a gray world
Sold all the gear that he had in the shed
Gave him a hard time so he up and quit
It's a gray world
And the old van is tired and slow
It wouldn't go
Down at the quarry to have a swim
I took off my shirt but you won't go in
It's a gray world
Later at the fire with a marshmallow stick
You ware embarrassed cause she was so thin
It's a gray world
And the old van is tired and slow
It wouldn't go
It wouldn't go
It wouldn't go
It wouldn't go
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