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colorblind by counting crow | 28 mai 2007

I am color...blind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am
taffy stuck, tongue tied
Stuttered shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding
I am
colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am.... fine
I am fine

Publié par eris à 21:39:54 dans musique | Commentaires (2) |

Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by PANIC! AT THE DISCO | 25 avril 2007

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
 Am I who you think about in bed?
 When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
 And how I hope to God he was worth it.
 When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.
 I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
 Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
 No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
 So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
 Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
 So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
 Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus
 In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
 (Let's pick up, pick up)
Oh now I do recall, we were just getting to the part
 Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
 I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
 Now let's not get selfish
 Did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus?
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
 So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
 Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
 So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
 Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
Dance to this beat
 Dance to this beat
 Dance to this beat
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
 Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
 Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
 No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
 So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
 Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
 So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
 Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
 Dance to this beat
 So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
 Dance to this beat
 And hold a lover close
 Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
 Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster
  
 

Publié par eris à 18:30:05 dans musique | Commentaires (1) |

May Angels Lead You In by Jimmy eat world | 15 avril 2007


There's no one in town I know
You gave us some place to go.
I never said thank you for that.
I thought I might get one more chance.
What would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
So what would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
May angels lead you in.
May angels lead you in.
And if you were with me tonight,
I'd sing to you just one more time.
A song for a heart so big,
god wouldn't let it live.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
May angels lead you in.

 

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Publié par eris à 17:57:48 dans musique | Commentaires (0) |

mr.jones by counting crow | 15 avril 2007

Sha la la la la la la la.
Oh.
Uh huh.
I was down at the New Amsterdam starin' at this yellow-haired girl,
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamenco dancer.
You know, she dances while his father plays.
And so, she's suddenly beautiful.
And we all want something beautiful.
Man, I wish I was beautiful...
So come dance the silence down through the mornin'.

Sha la la la la la la la.
Yeah.
Uh huh.
Yeah.

Cut up, Maria! Show me some of that Spanish dancin', n'
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones.
Believe in me,
Help me believe in anything.
'Cause I wanna be someone who believes.
Yeah.

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales,
and we stare at the beautiful women:
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she is looking at me."
Smilin' in the bright lights.
Comin' through in stereo.
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely.

Well, I'm gon' paint my picture.
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray.
All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful.
Yeah, well you know, gray is my favorite color.
I felt so symbolic yesterday.
If I knew Picasso,
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play.

Mr. Jones and me look into the future.
Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women:
"She's looking at you.
I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standin' in the spotlight.
I bought myself a gray guitar.
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely.
I will never be lonely.
Said I'm never gonna be lonely.

I wanna be a lion.
Eh, everybody wanna pass as cats.
We all wanna be big, big stars, yeah but, we got different reasons for that.
Believe in me 'cause I don't believe in anything,
And I wanna be someone to believe, to believe, to believe.
Yeah.

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio.
Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women:
"She's perfect for you. Man, there's got to be somebody for me!"
I wanna be Bob Dylan.
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky.
When everybody loves you, ah son, that's just about as funky as you can be.

Mr. Jones and me starin' at the video.
When I look at the television I wanna see me starin' right back at me.
We all wanna be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how.
But when everybody loves me, I wanna be just about as happy as I can be.
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars...
  
 
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Publié par eris à 17:41:40 dans musique | Commentaires (0) |

partons vite by Kaolin | 31 mars 2007

Allez danse, danse, vient dans mes bras,
Allez tourne, tourne, reste avec moi,
Allez partons vite si tu veux bien, dès le jour,
Le soleil brille très haut tu sais,
Mais j'aime ça, je t'attendais
Alors partons vite si tu veux bien, Sans retour...

Rit plus fort et parle-moi
De nos projets, de nos rêves tout ça
Donne-moi la main, embrasse-moi, mon amour
Le temps comme ami, moi je veux bien
Mais les amis ça va, ça vient,
Alors partons vite brûler le jour et la nuit

Evidemment, tu l'aimes encore,
Je le vois bien tu sais, et puis alors ?
Mais pour l'instant ferme tes yeux, passe ta main dans mes cheveux.


Je veux entendre, ton cœur qui bat, tu sais, je crois qu'il chante pour moi
Mais en douceur comme ça tout bas, comme un sourd
Mon cœur lui s'emballe, il vole haut, peut être un peut trop haut pour moi
Mais je m'en fou, je suis vivant pour de bon


Allez danse, danse, regarde-moi
Allez tourne, tourne, ne t'arrête pas
Allez partons vite, si tu veux bien, dès le jour
le soleil brille, profitons-en
Je t'attendrai, je t'aime tant
Alors vas-t'en vite si tu veux bien, sans retour

Evidemment, tu l'aimes encore,
Ça crève les yeux mon dieu, Tu l'aimes encore
Mais pour l'instant ferme tes yeux, passe ta main dans mes cheveux

Allez danse mon amour ! Allez danse !
Faisons de nos enfants des droits !
Fait tourner le monde mon amour, fait tourner le monde


Allez danse, danse, retourne-toi
Allez tourne, tourne, ne t'arrête pas
Allez partons vite, si tu veux bien, dès le jour
J'ai manqué d'air je m'en souviens,
Toutes ses années sans toi sans rien
Même mes chansons se baladaient le cœur lourd

Evidemment, tu l'aimes encore,
Ça crève les yeux mon dieu, ça crève les yeux mon dieu
Mon dieu...

Publié par eris à 18:33:03 dans musique | Commentaires (3) |

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