A keresés eredménye

Downtown

My downtown nights
Those between sinking and two links made of sign
It is raining as I am bleeding
 
My downtown nights
It is a censored movie, at the hour when I am waking up
You get under the sheets, naked
While I am going out when the city is sleeping
And I kiss some girls speaking loud
 
While we are clinking glasses under light
While we are dancing, until orgasm
From this dying time, when we sleep
From what I know will never come back
 
Some lights are appearing
 
My downtown nights
Are white and subdued, nobody is claiming me
Nobody is blaming me
 
My downtown nights
It is a nearby life, at the hour when I am blazing
You get under the sheets, naked
While I am going out when the city is sleeping
And I hug some girls speaking loud
 
While we are clinking glasses under light
While we are dancing, until orgasm
From this dying time, when we sleep
From what I know will never come back
 
While we are clinking glasses under light
While we are dancing, until orgasm
From this flying time, at ease, peaceful
From what I know will never come back
 

Titanic

Even if it's realy over, if we just say it today,
Let's say it in music.
Even this pretty chorus, I want us to play it until the very end,
Like on the Titanic.
 
Even sometimes at our age, we see shipwrecks, a cleaver on target,
Even unsinkable, that must be written.
Even people who love each other, one day on this theme, slowly go away,
With the sound of violins, without even a cry.
 
In our moments of grace, before it remains no more trace of it,
These words I dedicate them
To our beautiful hopes, before they return to the world of silence.
I offer this melody.
 
Even in the transatlantic, America is far away, yet I believed in it
As hard as steel, my dream shattered.
The most beautiful stories remain at the mercy of a piece of ice
That melts during the night, it is their destiny.
 
Even sometimes at our age, we see shipwrecks, a cleaver on target
Even unsinkable, in the frozen night.
Even if everything fades, it remains on the surface, this last piece
Like a circle in the water, never closed.
Never closed,
Never closed.
 

It was better after

Finally, once we did it
We've actually seen that
It was better after
 
How many loves failed per hour?
How many moments missed because of fear,
because we never feel ready?
Postponing everything to tomorrow,
Words, mails or trains
We become our own barrier.
 
Due to hesitating a lot,
Due to avoiding everything,
The chance will go away
We prevent ourselves from moving forward
 
Finally, once we do it
We actually see that
It was better after
 
Fear is a bad habit
Which makes the certainity worse,
And all our projects disappointment.
Doubt is a counterfeiting
Which dress up ''possible'' to ''no''
And all the ''later''s to ''never''.
 
Due to hesitating a lot,
Due to avoiding everything,
The chance will go away
The passion will break.
 
And finally you got started
Under the rain you kissed her
And it was better after
 
Tomorrow is a nice country
Every minute you cross it
And all seconds are a border
Nostalgia is an habit
Which makes today from yesterday
It puts your life in reverse
 
And we're drowning in glasses of water
Because of turning around pot
We could if we had to
Start over
 
Finally, once we do it
We actually see that
It was better after
 
How many loves failed per hour?
How many moments missed because of fear,
because we never feel ready?
Postponing everything to tomorrow,
Words, mails or trains
We become our own barrier
 
And we're drowning in glasses of water,
Because of turning around pot,
We could if we had to,
Start over.
 
And finally you got started
You started over your life
And it was better after
And finally you got started
You started over your life
And it was better after
 

The rumor

It all started from a little noise and grows to the front page in a booth,
It can pretend your dad's a drug addict,
It runs and runs, and goes bigger
It gets closer to you, the rumor.
 
It runs from mouth to mouth, doors to doors,
All you have to do is press some keypad keys, and there it goes!
It runs, and runs and it loves to scare people,
And it points you out, the rumor
 
The rumor,
The rumor
 
It's a Facebook post at 12AM, a flash at the television news at 8PM,
It's a like a whispering on loudspeakers,
(Be careful, be careful, be careful about rumors)
It runs and runs, and it wants you.
It's already about you, you know, that rumor.
 
The rumor
 
The rumor is out there, ready to lynch you
And the more some are trying to deny, the more it feeds it.
The rumor is out of control, your name's on it,
It rats out, spits on you, and ruins lives
 
The rumor
 
Be careful, be careful, be careful about rumors
Be careful, be careful, be careful about rumors
(That rumor)
Be careful, be careful, be careful about rumors
Be careful, be careful, be careful about rumors
Be careful, be careful, be careful about rumors
Be careful, be careful, be careful about rumors
Be careful, be careful, be careful about rumors
 
The rumor,
The rumor,
The rumor,
The rumor,
The rumor.
 
Be careful, be careful, be careful about rumors
Be careful, be careful, be careful about rumors
Be careful, be careful, be careful about rumors
Be careful, be careful, be careful about rumors.
 

Nathan

My name is Nathan
I am different
It's a quaking
within my heart as a child
 
My name is Nathan
No one understands me
I laugh while I'm crying
I cry deep inside
 
My name is Nathan
No one waits for me
I dream in white
That makes my parents scared
 
'Shut out the world,' people say to me
I understand everything they're saying
But nothing in the world could make me want
anything from a world so miserable
 
About my disturbing craziness
You can see the reason there
Come to my institution
You whom it frightens in your homes
 
My name is Nathan
I am a cello
I am glittering
I am from shouting stars.
 
Nathan Nathan Nathan Nathan
Nathan is my name
No one says my name
I am alone in my compartment
I am a prisoner of the sky
 
My name is Nathan
I don't like my real name
I prefer 'Angel' who is wonderful
like a crepe filled with honey
 

Before You

Versions: #2
It's entire days crumbling under a load
Never a light feeling, always with my back hunched
Before you
Before you let me tell you it is
Shuffling around, it's barely existing
Desperate anything good will ever come
Before you
Before you, let me tell you...
 
Before you what was it if not a preamble
A long Way of the Cross
And then all changed
Before you there was nothing, so little that my body
Before you remembers feeling dead
 
It's thrashing about, singing in a desert
For whom were all those verses, all those tunes
Before you
Before you, let me tell you...
 
Before you what was if not a rehearsal
Of words and weary moves
And then an explosion
Before you was nothing, or so little that all my arms ever embraced was emptiness and cold
Before you what was it if not a preamble
A long Way of the Cross
And then all changed
Before you there was nothing, so little that my body
Before you remembers feeling dead
 
Before you what was there
Only an immense stage way too big for me
And then all danced
Before you there was nothing
Or so little than my life
Began on the morning of the day I met you.
 

My House

When my steps guide me
There, to the empty house
Blinds falling and crying,
Suddenly everything from before comes back
Here, there was laughter,
There were secrets and sighs
But like ivy, time
Has covered over everything from yesterday
 
They go away, where is the laughter, where are the sounds
That fill my house in the evening
The April moon, the white season
Where have the people that we were gone
My house is empty and alone
 
Believe me when I say I hear
Our evenings of days gone by resounding
Here, it was a kingdom
Full of dreams and kids
Now people don't care any more
 
From this old overgrown garden
Time takes away all laughter
Like the wind takes away dead leaves
 
They go away, where is the laughter, where are the sounds
That fill my house in the evening
The April moon, the white season
Where have the people that we were gone
My house is empty and alone
 
(When my steps guide me there, to the empty house)
Oh...
 

To fly at night

I transport letters, dreams in the stars
I am a postman of the sky for the Aéropostale
I look at the world through my aeroplane
It's beautiful, from up here we all look the same
I dream in my lonely sky
That we may all be a bit more united
 
To fly at night like St Exupéry
To see the world from above without looking down on it
To fly at night, to see what unites us
To make it known that we are all equal
 
Seen from above these borders, these lines that separate us
Are only drawings, only lines on the map
Behind, in each house, people are dreaming, people love each other
It's beautiful, seen from a plane, we all look the same
I think about it in my empty sky
Below civil wars are breaking out
 
To fly at night like St Exupéry
To see the world from above without looking down on it
To fly at night, to see what unites us
To make it known that men are all equal
 
If I were to crash, I wouldn't regret a thing
I was made to plant flowers in a garden
Some nights it is as though I can hear in the cockpit
Something like a child's voice among the parasites
A child who says please... mister, draw me the earth
 
(Draw me... the earth)
(Draw me... the earth)
 
To fly at night like St Exupéry
To see the world from above without looking down on it
To fly at night, to see what unites us
To dream in the shadow about the world waking up
 

Fundamental

We all have a Souchon song that sticks with us,
An old polo-neck that annoys us
A back-to-school, a smell of a pencil case
In our memories, we all have
All these things that last and stay
An old Saint-Etienne poster
Words that destroyed us,
Some 'I think we're better off as just friends'
 
All these stones which we pull ourselves up on to
And which make a building out of us
We all have, at the back of our minds
All these fundamental things
All these stones sown in the past
Which push us and make us grow
Hidden there, at the back of our minds
They are the fundamental things
 
We all have a good smell of apple tart
A great song in autumn
An old corridor that scares us
In our memories, we all have
A girlfriend in secondary school
First names that suddenly come back
Looking at old school photos
What lifted us up raises us
 
All these stones which we pull ourselves up on to
And which make a building out of us
We all have, at the back of our minds
All these fundamental things
All these stones sown in the past
Which push us and make us grow
Hidden there, at the back of our minds
They are the fundamental things
 
If one day I get in an argument
Or I get lost, disoriented
I'll sound out that string (guitar)
The note on which I grew
 
All these stones which we pull ourselves up on to
And which make a building out of us
We all have, at the back of our minds
All these fundamental things
All these stones sown in the past
Which push us and make us grow
Hidden there, at the back of our minds
They are the fundamental things
 
We all have these fundamental things
 

Am I visible enough?

I come from the south, I come from the east,
I've taken the plunge!
From my country, I have a little bit of my accent when I speak French
 
Life over there isn't easy
But is it really better to live here?
When of your towns I only ever know the suburbs.
 
I am here to work from daybreak,
I am here to build you your dream house.
I am here, yes but for everything else
Am I visible enough?
 
I am here, waiting to be either welcomed or chased away
I am here in your life, I come, I go, then I come back
I am here, yes but for everything else
Am I visible enough?
 
I come from the south, I come from the east,
One day, I'll go back there.
Because for my brothers
I have a little bit of love and respect left.
 
I am here to work from daybreak,
I am here to build you your dream house.
I am here, yes but for everything else
Am I visible enough?
I am here, waiting to be either welcomed or chased away
I am here in your life, I come, I go, then I come back
I am here, yes but for everything else
Am I visible enough?
 
Am I visible enough?
I am here, I come to collect your children from school.
To collect your cigarette buts from the ground.
I am here, am I visible enough?
 

Hypochondriac

I'm a hypochondriac
To what people say
I make everything
Into an illness
I am a germ
A nest of bacteria
By myself,
I am an epidemic
 
I get ill over the slightest thing
I worry
And I freak out
For all humanity
Sick as a dog
I wear man as flu,
His heart cold,
His soul at war
 
Too weak to have the strength
To move away from the fire
I tremble at the thought of being a man,
Of being like them
 
We are in agony
From how hard we try
Who's to blame, whose fault is it
We are in agony
From all the harm we do to ourselves
I hurt for others
Hurt for others
I'm in pain
 
Hypochondriac
Me, I've chosen
To fight
From my bed
If hate is catching
Like an illness,
Then I'll avoid it
Like the plague
I would definitely make
Less noise
Less mistakes
Less pain
By playing dead
 
Tough luck for me
If I am treated with contempt
Tough luck for me
While man is his own enemy
 
We are in agony
From how hard we try
Who's to blame, whose fault is it
We are in agony
From all the harm we do to ourselves
I hurt for others
Hurt for others
I'm in pain
 
It hurts here,
It hurts there
I've taken the world
In horror
I'm not comfortable with myself,
I feel sick
Doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor
Ill at ease
Fed up of this life
Of this world
To agony,
Just stick it,
Tough for him
Doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor
 
I'm in agony
No more friends, no more pleasure
My straitjacket
Straitjacket
 

Julie

Long, long, long, morning train journeys
At St Lazare station, Julie is already dreaming in the aisles
Blonde, blonde, blonde, a beige scarf, 1 metre 63,
She's simply dreaming that someone will take her to the cinema
 
Julie is pretty but she is single
She is single because fate is in a huff with her
She is pretty, Julie, but solitary
A lost cry in the emptiness, celibate
 
Long, long, long are the days that go by
And the hours are just as long
She dreams in her office, it's already four o'clock
Of course she has had lovers for one night
But Julie is just waiting for a long love story
 
Julie is pretty but she is single
She is single because fate is in a huff with her
She is pretty, Julie, but solitary
A lost cry in the emptiness, celibate
 
He must be there, somewhere,
She often thinks about it at night
He who, without knowing it,
Is thinking of her at the same time that she is thinking of him
Two lives thrown to destiny
Who despite their giggles and their friends
Are looking for each other in this chaos
And are waiting to finally meet
 
Julie is pretty but she is single
She is single because fate is in a huff with her
She is pretty, Julie, but solitary
A lost cry in the emptiness, celibate
 
Long, long, long are the train journeys
When someone suddenly smiles at her
Maybe it's a false hope,
But maybe it's him.
 

Freedom, darling

Look at them, these unmoving lovers
Sitting, standing, lips together in the queue
Beautiful like pillars of salt
Accidental masterpieces
 
Look at them, these disobedient lovers
The young, the old, their clumsy actions
They're real handfuls in the alleys
Their eyes are glinting
 
And that's how they live here
They are the guardians of this country
And it's Doisneau and it's Paris
This is our freedom, darling
 
Look at them, these lovers on their island
Look carefully around them, the sea is oil
Our race on the horizon
Look, see how they are right
 
Look at them, these stupid lovers
Happy enough but be careful - they're fragile,
Broken by the first gust of wind,
That's why they're hugging each other so close
 
And that's how they live here
They are the guardians of this country
And it's Doisneau and it's Paris
This is our freedom, darling
 
Paris, and everywhere
Lovers in the rain, on the platforms
On the public benches
In the streets, on the bridge
In cars, taxis, offices
In hotels, aeroplanes
In beds, living rooms, balconies,
In cinemas, on sets, in corridors, in gardens
On boats
In the stars
In the fountains
And on desks
On the underground
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Lovers, lovers
This is our freedom, darling
 

I Play Music

It comes from nowhere
It's like an accountant in my head
It gets a hold of me, it drives me crazy
It's like a truck in my head
 
It's all I think about
4, 3, 2, 1, I play music
I breathe in music
I think music
I cry in music
And when I'm freaking out
I play some bass guitar
 
I play music
I feel music
I make love in music
I love you in music
And when I'm freaking out
I plug in my electric guitar
 
It flows a little from everywhere
It's like a volcano in my head
Sometime, I don't know about you
But me, it tempers my storms (temper)
 
When I lose my bearings
4, 3, 2, 1, I play music
I breathe in music
I think music
I cry in music
And when I'm freaking out
I play some bass guitar
 
I play music
I feel music
I make love in music
I love you in music
And when I'm freaking out
I plug in my electric guitar
 
Come make some music
Breathe in music
We will make love in music
Love in music
And if it gets complicated
We'll bring together our electric guitars
 
Come make some music
Breathe in music
The music is you and I
We are music
And if you leave me
I'll break My electric guitar