Saturday, January 08, 2011

The Isley Brothers - Behind A Painted Smile

The Isley Brothers - Behind A Painted Smile


Whenever you're near I hide my tears
Behind a painted smile
You can't imagine the tears and sorrow
Behind a painted smile

My life's a masquerade
A world of let's pretend, yeah
Since you took your love
Pretending never ends, yeah

But I can't let you know
That I still need you so, no

(Darling I hide the tears that I cry)
Whenever you're near I hide my tears
Behind a painted smile
You can't imagine the tears and sorrow
Behind a painted smile

I can't let you see
All the tears I'm crying
You would pity me
That would be like dying

If I can't have your love
I don't need your sympathy

(Darling I hide the tears that I cry)
Whenever you're near I hide my tears
Behind a painted smile
You can't imagine the tears and sorrow
Behind a painted smile

My life is a masquerade
Since you took your love away

I just can't let you see
How much you hurting me

Whenever you're near I hide my tears
Behind a painted smile

Lucio Battisti - La Mia Canzone Per Maria

Lucio Battisti - La Mia Canzone Per Maria


sento una canzone dolce in fondo al cuor
quando penso a maria.
sento una canzone, una canzone d'amor
quando penso a maria.
alzo il mio bicchiere rosso e brindo a te,
sento che la mente mia si accende.
questa notte il vento porterà con sè
la mia canzone per maria.
sento una canzone dolce in fondo al cuor
quando penso a rosa.
sento una canzone, una canzone d'amor
quando penso a rosa.
alzo il mio bicchiere rosso e brindo a te,
sento che la mente mia si accende.
questa notte il vento porterà con sè
la mia canzone per rosa.
quanti volti, quanti volti ha l'amore,
l'amore.
per tutti una canzone sentirò.
sento una canzone dolce in fondo al cuor
quando penso a maria.
sento una canzone, una canzone d'amor
quando penso a rosa.
alzo il mio bicchiere rosso e brindo a voi,
sento che la mente mia si accende.
questa notte il vento porterà con sè
la mia canzone per maria,
la mia canzone per rosa,
la mia canzone per maria,
la mia canzone per rosa.
questa notte il vento porterà con sà
la mia canzone per maria.
la la la la....

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Paul McCartney - (I Want to) Come Home

Paul McCartney - (I Want to Come Home)

For so long, I was out in the cold
And I taught myself to believe every story I told
It was fun hanging onto the moon, heading into the sun
but it's been too long,
Now I want to come home

Came so close, to the edge of defeat
But I made my way in the shade, keeping out of the heat
It was fun shooting out at the stars, looking into the sun
But it's been to long,
Now i want to come home

Home, where there's nothing but, sweet surrender
To the memories from afar
Home, to the place where the truth lies waiting
We remember who we are

For too long, I was out on my own
Every day I spent trying to prove I could make it alone
It was fun hanging onto the moon, heading into the sun
But it's been too long,
Now I want to come home

For so long, I was out in the cold
But I taught myself to believe every story I've told
It was fun hanging onto the moon, heading into the sun
But its been too long,
Now I want to come home

Yeah it's been too long,
Now I want to come home

Been too long . . .
Now I want to come home

(McCartney)

Friday, April 24, 2009

The Spinners - Ghetto Child

The Spinners - Ghetto Child

When I was 17
I ran away from home
And from everything
I had ever known
I was sick and tired
Living in a town
Filled with narrow minds
And hate

They used to laugh at me
And children called me names
I would run and hide
Feeling so ashamed
Just for being born
I was just a boy
Punished for a crime
That was not mine

Life ain't so easy
When you’re a ghetto child
Life ain't so easy
When you’re a ghetto child

No one tried to understand
Papa did the best a man
Could do

A child's reality
Is paid for by his folks
Fancy fairy tales
Are bought and sold by those
Who can well afford
Time to make believe
Childhood dreams
Can still come true

So I've been wandering
Traveling all around
Guess it ain’t my style
To live in just one town
Still I'll never know
Why a child is blamed
Ridiculed and shamed
We're all the same

Life ain't so easy
When you’re a ghetto child
Life ain't so easy
When you’re a ghetto child

Life ain't so easy
When you’re a ghetto child
Life ain't so easy
When you’re a ghetto child

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell - Ain't No Mountain High Enough

Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell - Ain't No Mountain High Enough

Listen, baby
Ain't no mountain high
Ain't no valley low
Ain't no river wide enough, baby

If you need me, call me
No matter where you are
No matter how far

Don't worry baby

Just call my name
I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry

'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you, babe

Remember the day
I set you free
I told you
You could always count on me, darling
From that day on I made a wow
I'll be there when you want me
Some way, somehow

'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you, babe

Oh, oh, darling
No wind, no rain

All winter's cold can't stop me baby
No, no, baby
Cause you're are my goal.

If you're ever in trouble
I'll be there on the double
Just sittin' for me
oh, baby

My love is alive
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart

If you ever need a helping hand
I'll be there on the double
Just as fast as I can

Don't you know that
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you

Don't you know that
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
Ain't no mountain high enough...

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Amy Winehouse - Tears Dry on Their Own

Amy Winehouse - Tears Dry on Their Own

All I can ever be to you
Is a darkness that we know,
And this regret i got accustomed to.

Once it was so right
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night.

I knew i hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don't know why i got so attached.

It's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away i have no capacity.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but i'm grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

I don't understand,
Why do i stress a man,
When there's so many bigger things at hand,

We could've never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is an inevitable withdrawal.

Even if i stop wanting you
A perspective pushes true,
I'll be some next man's other woman soon.

I couldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but i'm grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

So we are history,
Your shadow covers me,
The sky above
A blaze.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but i'm grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

I wish i could say no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets.

So we are history,
Your shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but i'm grown
And in your way,
In my blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but i'm grown
And in your way,
My deep shade
My tears dry on their own.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but i'm grown
And in your way,
My deep shade
My tears dry...

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Dusty Springfield - Son of a Preacher Man

Dusty Springfield - Son of a Preacher Man

Billy Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered around and started talkin'
That's when Billy would take me walkin'
Out through the back yard we'd go walkin'
Then he'd look into my eyes
Lord knows, to my surprise

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was

Bein' good isn't always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin' to me
He'd come'n tell me "Everything is all right"
He'd kiss and tell me "Everything is all right"
Can I get away again tonight?

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was (yes he was)

How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin' kisses from me on the sly
Takin' time to make time
Tellin' me that he's all mine
Learnin' from each other's knowin'
Lookin' to see how much we've grown and

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was

(The only one who could ever reach me)
He was the sweet-talkin' son of a preacher man
(The only boy who could ever teach me)
Was the son of a preacher man
(The only one who could ever reach me)
He was the sweet-talkin' son of a preacher man
(The only one who could ever reach me)
Sweet-lovin' son of a preacher man
Ahh, move me.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Jeanne Cherhal - Un Couple Normal

Jeanne Cherhal - Un Couple Normal

T'es amoureuse de lui et lui de toi tu en es sûre,
trop de choses te le prouvent, et tu sens bien qu'il est mordu.
Il téléphone tout le temps, il adore ça, ça le rassure.
Tu le maternes et tu l'appelles mon bébé mon tordu.
Le hic, le détail qui pose une ombre sur votre idylle,
la broutille ennuyeuse qui pourrait te mettre en colère,
le souci qui parfois peut te faire couler l'eau des cils,
c'est qu'il va divorcer.
Mais qu'il arrive pas à s'y faire.

Souvent en rigolant il te dit l'amour clandestin,
c'est ça qu'est excitant, et tu le retrouves au Novotel.
Il te parle du hasard, de vos karmas et du destin
en te jurant tout bas que bien sur c'est toi la plus belle.
Vos nuits, assez brèves, sont passablement érotiques.
Il t'aime il t'aime il t'aime comme jamais il n'a aimé.
T'es son île, sa papaye ou tout autre objet exotique,
il t'aime il t'aime il t'aime, mais là il ne peut pas rester.

Et tu l'attends.
Tu as confiance car un jour il sera ton régulier.

Tu finis ta nuit seule devant des clips ou un Très Chasse consacré,
t'as pas de bol, à l'enfumage des terriers.
Tout d'abord tu t'offusques, et puis tu cries c'est dégueulasse.
Tu éteins en pleurant, t'as eu l'impression d'étouffer.
Le lendemain on frappe à ta chambre d'hôtel,
t'es plus ou moins maussade mais tu ouvres et tu souries.
Les roses de l'amour pour amadouer le coeur de celle que j'aime à la folie.
Voilà, tu fonds et c'est reparti.

Un week-end sur quatre/cinq tu peux le voir deux jours entiers,
t'as treize heures de trajet mais tu t'en fous puisque tu l'aimes.
Tu voyages toute la nuit et au matin t'es arrivée dans un bled en Alsace,
mais tu t'en fous puisque tu l'aimes.
Là vous vous retrouvez un peu comme un couple normal,
tu cuisines, il regarde, vous lisez la presse dans un bain.
Vous parlez un peu d'elle, il te dit que ça lui fait mal
de briser leur image de parents face à ses gamins.

Et tu l'attends.
Tu as confiance car un jour il sera ton régulier.

Tu comprends ses doutes, tu comprends qu'il tarde un peu a être à toi,
rien qu'à toi comme il te le jure.
Il va franchir le cap, il va lui dire pour vous deux.
Pas dès demain, non, mais bientôt, il en est sur.
Il te supplie d'attendre alors que tu ne fais que ça depuis bien trop longtemps.
Attention tu vas le quitter.
Oh, c'est trop dur pour lui, et toi qui ne le comprends pas,
tu ne veux plus l'entendre...
Oh tiens ça y est tu l'as quitté.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Cali - Elle M'a Dit

Cali - Elle M'a Dit

Je crois que je ne t'aime plus.
Elle m'a dit ça hier,
ça a claqué dans l'air
comme un coup de revolver.

Je crois que je ne t'aime plus.
Elle a jeté ça hier,
entre le fromage et le dessert
comme mon cadavre à la mer.

Je crois que je ne t'aime plus.
Ta peau est du papier de verre
sous mes doigts ... sous mes doigts.
Je te regarde et je pleure
juste pour rien ... comme ça.

Sans raison je pleure,
à gros bouillons je pleure,
comme devant un oignon je pleure, arrêtons…


lalala lalalalalala
Elle m'a dit
Lalala lalalalalala
Elle m'a dit

Je crois que je ne t'aime plus.
Relève toi, relève toi.
Ne te mouche pas dans ma robe,
pas cette fois ... relève toi.

Tu n'as plus d'odeur,
tes lèvres sont le marbre
de la tombe de notre amour,
elle m'a dit ça son son était froid.

Quand je fais l'amour avec toi
je pense à lui.
Quand je fais l'amour avec lui
je ne pense plus à toi

Lalala lalalalalala
Elle m'a dit
Lalala lalalalalala
Elle m'a dit

Je crois que je ne t'aime plus.
Elle m'a dit ça hier,
ça a pété dans l'air
comme un vieux coup de tonnerre.

Je crois que je ne t'aime plus.
Je te regarde et je ne vois rien.
Tes pas ne laissent plus de traces
à coté des miens.

Je ne t'en veux pas,
je ne t'en veux plus,
je n'ai juste plus d'incendie
au fond du ventre c'est comme ça

Lalala lalalalalala
Elle m'a dit
Lalala lalalalalala
Elle m'a dit
Lalala lalalalalala
Elle m'a dit
Lalala lalalalalala
Elle m'a dit

Lalala lalalalalalala
Lalala lalalalalalala

Alors j'ai éteint la télé
mais je n'ai pas trouvé le courage,
par la fenêtre de me jeter :
Mourir d'amour n'est plus de mon âge...

Lalala lalalalalalala
Elle m'a dit
Lalala lalalalalalala
Elle m'a dit
Lalala lalalalalalala

Saturday, September 22, 2007

The Beatles - Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite

The Beatles - Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite

For the benefit of Mr. Kite
There will be a show tonight on trampoline
The Hendersons will all be there
Late of Pablo-Fanques Fair, what a scene

Over men and horses hoops and garters
Lastly through a hogshead of real fire!
In this way Mr. K. will challenge the world!

The celebrated Mr. K.
Performs his feat on Saturday at Bishopsgate
The Hendersons will dance and sing
As Mr. Kite flies through the ring don't be late

Messrs. K and H. assure the public
Their production will be second to none
And of course Henry The Horse dances the waltz!

The band begins at ten to six
When Mr. K. performs his tricks without a sound
And Mr. H. will demonstrate
Ten somersets he'll undertake on solid ground

'ving been some days in preparation
A splendid time is guaranteed for all
And tonight Mr. Kite is topping the bill.