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Jeudi 12 mars 2009




Coeur de Pirate - Fondu au Noir


Dors, le mal est passé et tu entres dans la danse
Le pire de côté, ta revende en cadence
Tu sèmes le bonheur à chaque pas que tu fais
Et à ton réveil la vie reprend son train.

Certes tu passes comme de l’air, dans un monde sans musique
Dépourvu de tes nuances, un peu trop spécifiques
Tu nages en douleur et il est presque temps
De fermer les yeux, dans le mot qui t’attend

Et si ça fait mal c’est parce qu’il ne comprend pas
Qu’une île nage dans ton cœur depuis longtemps
Et si ça fait mal c’est parce qu’il ne te voit pas
Alors que ton sourire enfin s’éteindra.

Dors, le mal est passé, il te rattrapera
Le souffle coupé, tu n’es plus son appât
Ta peine s’est fendue au terril des autres
Qui oublieront bien vite que tu n’es plus des nôtres

Et si ça fait mal c’est parce qu’il ne comprend pas
Qu’une île nage dans ton cœur depuis longtemps
Et si ça fait mal c’est parce qu’il ne te voit pas
Alors que ton sourire enfin s’éteindra

Et si ça fait mal c’est parce qu’il ne comprend pas
Qu’une île nage dans ton cœur depuis longtemps
Et si ça fait mal c’est parce qu’il ne te voit pas
Alors que ton sourire enfin s’éteindra
Par Aboshin
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Lundi 8 septembre 2008




Au Revoir Simone - Stay Golden

I saw it coming
I just thought that you should know
I'm feeling better every day
I'm only waiting if you stay
So don't feel bad
Your faith was an illusion
And you're as loyal as your faith
Will let you be

Your expectation
It's not hard to live without
I'm feeling better every day
And emptiness still leaves a space
So don't feel bad
You lost all your emotion
And may you find all your relations
Will keep you free

A careless bird is complicated
An empty nest still leaves a space
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Mercredi 27 août 2008



Why? - The Vowels, Part. 2

i'm not a ladies man, i'm a landmine
filming my own fake death
under an '88 cavalier i go
but-but-but-but nothing but the rear bumper's blown
but i's born for this flight,
united 955 on the fifth of july
back the SFO
i join the dark side
in a thin disguise caught
on consumer grade video at the height

faking suicide for applause
in the food courts of malls
and cursing racing horses on church steps
playing the wall at singles bingo
all time gringo
did anyone hear me cry there
through a toilet stall divider
i swear i care.

i am an example of a calculated birth
to a star chart for clowns, im not
under robins' eggs in a nest, you hit a manilla
envelope with one last little robins' egg in it;

a hollow bullet yet spent.
subject to dismissal
i wish all my pitfalls
could be called by this call:

cheery-a cheery-e cheery-i cheery-o cheery-u
Par Aboshin
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Mercredi 16 juillet 2008




LCD Soundsystem - All My Friends

That's how it starts.
We go back to your house.
We check the charts,
And start to figure it out.

And if it's crowded, all the better,
because we know we're gonna be up late.
But if you're worried about the weather
then you picked the wrong place to stay.
That's how it starts.

And so it starts.
You switch the engine on.
We set controls for the heart of the sun,
one of the ways we show our age.

And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up
and I still don't wanna stagger home.
Then it's the memory of our betters
that are keeping us on our feet.

You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan,
and the next five years trying to be with your friends again.

You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can,
yeah, I know it gets tired, but it's better when we pretend.

It comes apart,
the way it does in bad films.
Except in parts,
when the moral kicks in.

Though when we're running out of the drugs
and the conversation's winding away.
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
for another five years of lies.

You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can,
and the next ten people who are trying to be polite.
When you're blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France,
Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight?

And to tell the truth.
Oh, this could be the last time.
So here we go,
like a sail's force into the night

And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool
on the road, there's always this.
And if I'm sewn into submission,
I can still come home to this.

And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand,
you can sleep on the plane or review what you said.
When you're drunk and the kids leave impossible tasks
you think over and over, "hey, I'm finally dead."

Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand,
you look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop.
You forgot what you meant when you read what you said,
and you always knew you were tired, but then,
where are your friends tonight?

Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight
Par Aboshin
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Jeudi 5 juin 2008




Patrick Watson - The Storm

found himself out into the road
the dust up to his nose
put that anchor down
to find a place where he could go
'cause he was looking for the shelter
from the storm

you were looking for a place that you could call your own... you...

kept on, now walking past the signs you used to see
kept on getting used to dropping-anchor
in the sea
'cause you´re looking for a shelter of the storm
looks like news that storm is coming closer every day now...

uuu...

drove himself into a town
the roads were paved with gold
(all the roads were paved with gold)
eyes wide open, shutters closed
(eyes wide open, shutters closed)
just waiting for my time... no
(quarter to twelve is time to go)

the sorrow's hiding underground
the rain is falling upside down
and the clouds are turning red like flames

oh 'cause i'm looking for a shelter from the storm... 'cause she's getting closer every daaaaaaayyyyyyeyeyeyehey!

the storm is getting closer every day
the storm is getting closer every day
the storm is getting closer every day

every day
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Samedi 31 mai 2008





Babyshambles - Revelations

I dont want to leave my room
im happy in my dust and gloom
and i have been ever since
the revelations began
ever since the revelations began

when the revelation begun
man i just know i say a long lung lung
way back when upon the room of albion
the first anti-christ was napoleon

that's so typical of you,
so typical of me oh me oh me oh
way up on the numbers, high up on the numbers
nobody could see what you see in me oh me oh
way up on the numbers, upon the numbers
two wrongs dont make a right
but for five minutes it felt alright

 when the revelation begun
man i just know i say a long lung lung
way back when upon the room of albion
the first anti-christ was napoleon
and hitler is the second one
garble manifest in a worldwide satan
king soloman was the wisest man
but yet still he get tricked by a woman

that's so typical of you
so typical of me oh me oh me oh
way up on the numbers, high up on the numbers
nobody could see, nobody believed
way up on the numbers, high up on the numbers
one and one is three, if you throw in one for free, oh free me
upon the numbers, upon the numbers

I said just walk the walk, talk the talk
Billy Bilo cant smoke a pipe in peace, too much bothera, too much police.

i dont want to leave my room
quite happy in my dust and gloom
and i have been ever since
the revelations began
ever since the revelations began
ever since the revelations began
ever since the revelations began



Par Aboshin
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Vendredi 30 mai 2008




The Dandy Warhols - Not If You Were The Last Junkie On Earth
I never thought you’d be a junkie
Because heroin is so passe.
But today,
If you think that I don’t know
About depression and
Emotional pain,
You’re insane, or your
A fool who hasn’t paid attention
To a word that I say.

In a way, I can’t Help but feel responsible. I always knew that you were insane With your pain.
But I never thought you’d be a junkie Because heroin is so passe Now a-day. You never thought you’d get addicted, Just be cooler in an obvious way. I could say, shouldn’t you have got
A couple peircings and decided
May-be that you were gay.

In a way
I can’t help but feel responsible,
I always knew that you were insane
With you pain
But I never thought you’d be a junkie
Because heroin is so passe hey.
(repeat)

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Dimanche 18 mai 2008



The Beta Band - Assessment

I think I cracked my skull on the way down
I think I lost my head when I lay down
The fear of facts presented in the cold light of day

I say the time has come for decision
Better steer my boat for a reason
Lost on the way I went over horizon
She went out of sight
The girl lost me a lifetime

Sometimes I feel.. baby
Sometimes I feel.. baby

I say the time has come for decision
Better steer my boat for a reason
Lost on the way I went over horizon
She went out of sight
The girl lost me a lifetime

Sometimes I feel.. baby
Sometimes I feel.. baby

I think I cracked my skull on the way down
I think I lost my head when I lay down
The fear of facts presented in the cold light of day

And when I step back from all this I see that I'm fighting
I can't help myself, there's no reason for lying
Truth and fiction they all become one

Help me from the sea to the beach to the laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Sometimes I feel ..baby

Par Aboshin
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Mercredi 14 mai 2008


Busdriver - Sun Showers

Me and you in love with our
Rule over solid waste
Our artistic merit is questionable
We'll fall on our face
And I can't bare the sight
Not to sound pragmatic
But our parents were right
This ain't adequate
But you can always seek refuge under...

Sunshowers
There's a place for you and a place for me under...
Sunshowers
Return to the burgeoisie while I sift through debris

You view the poverty line as a threshold
For truth in pricey slums
This ain't art school, it's a shark pool
Of well-groomed yuppie scum
And they got orders to kill
Watch them fashion your cell
How'd they get a recording deal
When they're wack as hell
But the chicken-scratch in your sketchbook
It mirrors what you loath

Sunshowers
There's a place for you and a place for me under...
Sunshowers
Sunshowers
There's a place for you and a place for me under...
Sunshowers

They got easels to stain, and uh
People to blame, with their
Egos inflamed, and their
Neat codenames
I saw your sub-genre in a passing glance
It was you and your DJ in matching pants

Sleeping pills and record sleeves
Defaced museum pieces
Concert-goers flailing arms
Taxidermy for the nouveau riche

I don't need this
I don't need this...

Sunshowers
There's a place for you and a place for me under...
Sunshowers
Sunshowers
I don't need this, I don't need this
Sunshowers

.
Par Aboshin
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Mercredi 7 mai 2008


Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967).  Counter-Attack and Other Poems.  1918.

Suicide In The Trenches


I knew a simple soldier boy  
Who grinned at life in empty joy,  
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,  
And whistled early with the lark.  
  
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,          5
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,  
He put a bullet through his brain.  
No one spoke of him again.
    .    .    .    .
 
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye  
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,   10
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know  
The hell where youth and laughter go.

Par Aboshin
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