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Don't Explain

19 Janvier 2011, 06:18am

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Publié par vertuchou

Hush now, don't explain
There ain't nothin' to gain
I'm glad that you're back
don't explain

Quiet baby, don't explain
there is nothing to gain.
Skip back the lipstick
don't explain.

You know that I love you
and what love endures
all my thoughts of you
for I'm so completely yours
Don't want to hear folks chatter
'cause I know you cheat
Right n' wrong don't matter
when you're with me my sweet...

Hush now don't explain
don't you know you're my joy and you're my pain.
My life is yours love
don't explain

All my thoughts of you, for I'm so completely yours.
I don't want to hear nobody chatter
'cause I know you cheat,
right n' wrong don't matter
when you're with me my sweet.

Hush now, don't explain
you're my joy, you're my pain
My life is yours love
don't explain.

 

Nina Simone

 

créée par Billie Holiday

 

 

 

 

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Who will comfort me ? / Qui me consolera ?

6 Janvier 2011, 05:56am

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Publié par vertuchou

My soul is a weary
My soul is a weary
My soul is a weary
I said my soul is a weary 

Mon âme est fatiguée
Mon âme est fatiguée,
Mon âme est fatiguée,
Je le dit mon âme est fatiguée

My soul is a weary and beaten down from all of my misery
Oh Lord who will comfort me?
My soul is a weary and beaten down from all of my misery
Oh Lord who will comfort me? 

Mon âme est fatiguée , accablée de tant de souffrances
Oh Seigneur, qui me consolera ?
Mon âme est fatiguée , accablée de tant de souffrances
Oh Seigneur, qui me consolera ?

Got a hold on my heart that keeps me bound
When the whole wide world is free
Oh Lord who will comfort me?
Got a hold on my heart that keeps me bound 
When the whole wide world is free
Oh Lord who will comfort me?

Ce qui a saisi mon cœur qui me retient 
 quand le monde tout entier est libre
Oh Seigneur, qui me consolera ?
Ce qui a saisi mon cœur qui me retient 
quand le monde tout entier est libre
Oh Seigneur, qui me consolera ?

My home is a wreckage
A family drowned in flight and poverty
Oh Lord who will comfort me
My home is a wreckage
A family drowned in flight and poverty
Oh Lord who will comfort me?
Oh Lord who will comfort me? 
Oh Lord who will comfort me?

Mon foyer est une épave,
une famille noyée dans la fuite et la misère
Oh Seigneur, qui me consolera?
Mon foyer est une épave,
une famille noyée dans la fuite dans la fuite et la misère
Oh Seigneur, qui me consolera ?
Oh Seigneur, qui me consolera ?
Oh Seigneur, qui me consolera ?

 

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Love Me Like A River Does

29 Décembre 2010, 06:14am

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Publié par vertuchou

  
Love me like a river does
Cross the sea
Love me like a river does
Endlessly
Love me like a river does
Baby don’t rush
you’re no waterfall
Love me that is all
 
Love me like a roaring sea
Swirls about
Love me like a roaring sea
Wash me out
Love me like a roaring sea
Baby don’t rush
you’re no waterfall
Love me that is all
 
Love me like the earth itself
Spins around
Love me like the earth itself
Sky above below the ground
Love me like the earth itself
Baby don’t rush
you’re no waterfall
Love me that is all

Melody Gardot 

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My room is white

23 Décembre 2010, 06:10am

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Publié par vertuchou

My room is white, the walls
And all my appliances, all compliances.
I live in silence, my windows
Closed to traffic, all that racket.
You are the opposite. I could never fit
Into your apartment.

Are we going to give up or (are) we going to try?
Are we going to give up or (are) we going to try to learn what life is?

The tide comes in, and we're caught
By the rocks and the wetness neverendless.
We kiss for the first time, our lips and tongues
Tied in fitness, infiniteness.
Then the ocean pulls back somehow,
To reveal a crowd of uncertainty.

Are we going to live up to the words we said?
Are we going to live up to love we made? Made? Made?

A house, a garden, a family tree,
Fruit aplenty, all varieties.
Desire fulfilled, inspired until
The awakening from our daydreaming.
Here in reality, what we make believe
We can make happen.

Are we going to give up or are we going to try?
Are we going to live up or are we going to die tonight?

Are we going to give up or are we going to try?
Are we going to give up or are we going to try to learn what life is?

 

Mia Doi Todd

 

 

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Sunday afternoon

14 Décembre 2010, 06:06am

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Publié par vertuchou

it's a choice
to stay
it's a dream
and i wanna wake

you have blood on your hands
and i'm feeling faint
and honey
you can't decide

i'm a drug
you don't wanna give up
smoke your cigarettes
make your love

you poured blood in my heart
and i can't get enough
i'm drowning, drowning
and you can't decide

it's not about geography, or happenstance
you need to fly, and take a chance
you don't need to soar to emptiness
float on high and forever dance alone

you're scared, scared, scared
'cause i feel like home

hear your voice
knew right away
if you were here
your eyes would say

there is blood on my feet
as i'm walking away
the rivers are red
it's starting to rain

i'm not gonna live for you, or die for you
or do anything anymore for you
'cause you leave me here on the other side
won't you leave me here on the other side
...
not gonna live for you, or die for you
or do anything...
not gonna shed one more tear for you
...
at least not 'till sunday afternoon

 

Rachael Yamagata

 

 

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Riverside

5 Décembre 2010, 05:50am

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Publié par vertuchou

Down by the river by the boats
Where everybody goes to be alone
Where you wont see any rising sun
Down to the river we will run

When by the water we drink to the dregs
Look at the stones on the riverbed
I can tell from your eyes
You've never been by the riverside

Down by the water the riverbed
Somebody calls you somebody says
swim with the current and float away
Down by the river everyday

Oh my God I see how everything is torn in the river deep
And I don't know why I go the way
Down by the riverside

When that old river runs pass your eyes
To wash off the dirt on the riverside
Go to the water so very near
The river will be your eyes and ears

I walk to the borders on my own
To fall in the water just like a stone
Chilled to the marrow in them bones
Why do I go here all alone

Oh my God I see how everything is torn in the river deep
And I don't know why I go the way
Down by the riverside

 

Agnes Obel

 

 

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Oh ! My Mama / Oh Ma Mère

17 Juillet 2010, 01:54am

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Publié par vertuchou

 

Oh! My Mama, she gave me these feathered breaths

Oh! My mama, she told me, “Use your voice, my little bird!”

She said “sing! sing! sing! sing! sing! sing! melodies”

And she sang! sang! sang! sang! sang! those melodies

Oh! My Mama, she did give me fancy feet I’ll be dancin’ on

And I’ll tap, tap, tap my toes into those creaking floor boards

Oh! My mama she took my little hand and held on tight

All the mamas give the waters of their wells!

All the mamas give the babies this very dirt we’re walking on

Oh! My Mama, she gave me these feathered breaths 

And your mama, she gave you these feathered breaths too

And when the sky drops all those feathers

When the birds sing in the morning

I’ll be a mama

I’ll have a daughter

And I’ll give her melodies

I’ll give her melodies

She’ll be my little bird

And then she’ll fly


Alela Diane 

 

 

 

 


Oh ! Ma mère, elle m'a donné ces souffles à plumes 

Oh ! Ma mère, elle m'a dit, "Utilise ta voix, mon petit oiseau !" 

Elle a dit "chante ! Chante ! Chante ! Chante ! Chante ! Chante !

Des mélodies" 

Et elle a chanté! A chanté ! A chanté ! A chanté ! A chanté !

Ces mélodies

Oh ! Ma mère, elle m'a vraiment donné des pieds fantaisistes

sur lesquels je serai danseuse 

Et je découvrirai, découvrirai, découvrirai mes orteils

sur ces planchers grinçants 

Oh ! Ma mère elle a pris ma petite main et l’a tenue serrée 

Toutes les mères donnent les eaux de leur puits !

Toutes les mères donnent aux bébés cette très sale boue

sur laquelle nous marchons 

Oh ! Ma mère, elle m'a donné ces souffles à plumes 

Et votre mère, elle vous a donné ces souffles à plumes aussi 

Et quand le ciel laisse tomber toutes ces plumes 

Quand les oiseaux chantent le matin 

je serai une mère

j'aurai une fille 

Et je lui donnerai des mélodies 

je lui donnerai des mélodies 

Elle sera mon petit oiseau 

Et puis elle s’envolera.

 

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