Daily Archives: February 11, 2011

Eric Burdon & War – Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood / Slippin’ into Darkness (2008, Live)


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FeMusa String Ensemble: Strauss – Pizzicato Polka


THe Beatless: Michelle ma belle sont de mots…


Michelle, ma belle.
These are words that go together well,
My Michelle.

Michelle, ma belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.

I love you, I love you, I love you.
That’s all I want to say.
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know that
You’ll understand.

Michelle, ma belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.

I need to, I need to, I need to.
I need to make you see,
Oh, what you mean to me.
Until I do I’m hoping you will
Know what I mean.

I love you…

I want you, I want you, I want you.
I think you know by now
I’ll get to you somehow.
Until I do I’m telling you so
You’ll understand.

Michelle, ma belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.

I will say the only words I know that
You’ll understand, my Michelle.

Tom Jones: Green Grass Of Home


The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train
and there to meet me is my mama and papa;
Down the road I look and there runs Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries, it’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they’ll all come to meet me arms a’reaching, smiling sweetly;
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standing, though the paint is cracked and dry,
and there’s that old oak tree that I used to play on;
Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries,
it’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me at the four gray walls that surround me and I realize that I was only dreaming. For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre. Arm and arm we’ll walk at daybreak – again I’ll touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they’ll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree;
As they lay me ‘neath the green, green grass of home.

The Beatles: Norwegian Wood


Leonard Cohen: The Stranger Song


 ‘SONGS OF LEONARD COHEN‘_1967

The Stranger Song

It’s true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
It’s hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he’ll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.

And then leaning on your window sill
he’ll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he’ll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger.

But now another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams
as though they were the burden of some other
O you’ve seen that man before
his golden arm dispatching cards
but now it’s rusted from the elbows to the finger
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.

Ah you hate to watch another tired man
lay down his hand
like he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleep
you notice there’s a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder
and suddenly you feel a little older

You tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
The door is open you can’t close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It’s you my love, you who are the stranger
It’s you my love, you who are the stranger.

Well, I’ve been waiting, I was sure
we’d meet between the trains we’re waiting for
I think it’s time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this
or any other matter
When he talks like this
you don’t know what he’s after
When he speaks like this,
you don’t know what he’s after.

Let’s meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that’s warm
You realize, he’s only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.

And leaning on your window sill …

I told you when I came I was a stranger.