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 

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...

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...

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.

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.

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…

Là
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

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.

Spoon - Chicago at Night

Spoon - Chicago at Night

Now when she went to Chicago that night she faced a wall
And she woke up outside with all those leaves in her mouth
And felt the pall
And all night the rain came on down
But then she'd never been to Chicago at night before the fall
And it don't stop not at all
It falls all around
In the city
Hits the ground

And now everybody's at disadvantage
Speaking with their second language

She'd never been there before they went and set up the wall
And though nobody'd expected much from this reinvention
She still broke right down after all
Because she knew that it was all over and we'd hit a wall
And like the fall this was all
Now it's all around
In the city
On the ground

And now everybody's at disadvantage
Speaking with their second language

And I never been to the wall
Never been to the wall
Never been to the wall
Never been to the wall
Never been to the wall
Never been to the wall
Never been to the wall

Jens Lekman - A Postcard to Nina

Jens Lekman - A Postcard to Nina

Nina I can be your boyfriend
So you can stay with your girlfriend
Your father is a sweet old man
But it is hard for him to understand
That you wanna love a woman

Nina I can be your boyfriend
If it puts an end to all this nonsense
First time I see you in Berlin
And you don't tell me anything
Until outside your dad's apartment

Oh, God! Jesus Christ!
I try to focus on your eyes
We're having dinner with your family now
Keep a steady look at your left eyebrow

If it's raised, it means yes,
If it's not it means take a guess
Hey! You! Stop kicking my legs
I'm doing my best
Can you pass the flakes?

Your father puts on my record
He says: so tell me how you met her
I get a little nervous and change the subject
And put my hand on some metal object
He jokes and tells me it's a liedetector

He takes out the booklet and starts reading
So i heard you're moving out next season
I say: Yeah, New York is nice that time of year
Almost as green as it is here
He says: I thought you were moving to Sweden?

Oh.

Oh, God, what have I done?
I came to Berlin to have some fun
And clock on the wall strikes 4:56
My eyes can't buy a big crucifix
Guess that's why he won't let you go
His catholic heart is big and slow
You know I'll do anything for love
But Nina what were you thinking of?

But Nina I can be your boyfriend
So you can stay with your girlfriend
Your father is mailing me all the time
He says he just wants to say hi
I send back "out of office, auto-replies"

Nina I just want to check in
'Cause I think about you every second
So I send you this postcard just to say
Don't let anyone stand in your way
Yours truly, Jens Lekman

Don't let anyone stand in your way
Don't let anyone stand in your way
Don't let anyone stand in your way
Don't let anyone stand in your way

Camille - Paris

Camille - Paris

Finies les balades le long du canal
les escaliers des cartes postales
c'est fini, Paris
c'est décidé, je me barre
finis le ciel gris, les matins moroses,
on dit qu'à Toulouse les briques sont roses
oh là-bas, Paris, les briques sont roses

Paris, tu paries, Paris, que je te quitte
que je change de cap, de capitale
Paris, tu paries, Paris, que je te quitte
je te plaque sur tes trottoirs sales

je connais trop ta bouche, bouche de métro
les bateaux mouche et la couleur de l'eau
c'est fini Paris, je les connais trop
ici je m'ennuie, même quand vient la nuit
on dit que Séville s'éveille à minuit
là-bas, Paris, la ville s'éveille à minuit

à Toulouse il a plu, à Séville j'ai trop bu
à Rio j'ai eu le mal du pays
oh pari perdu, je retourne vivre à Paris