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No milk today my love is gone away
The bottle stands forlorn a symbol of the dawn
No milk today it seems a common sight
But people passing by don’t know the reason why

How could they know just what this message means
The end of all my hopes the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen
No milk today it wasn’t always so
The company was gay we turn’d night into day
But all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up to down
No milk today it wasn’t always so
The company was gay we turn’d night into day
As music played the faster did we dance
We felt it both at once the start of our romance
How could they know just what this message means
The end of all my hopes the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen
No milk today my love is gone away
The bottle stands forlorn a symbol of the dawn
But all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up to down
No milk today my love is gone away
The bottle stands forlorn a symbol of the dawn
No milk today it seems a common sight
But people passing by don’t know the reason why
How could they know just what this message means
The end of all my hopes the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen
No milk today it wasn’t always so
The company was gay we turn’d night into day
But all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
All that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
But all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
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Songwriters: Graham Gouldman
No Milk Today lyrics © Music Sales Corporation

Watch “Jacques Dutronc – Et moi, et moi et moi” on YouTube



Sept cent millions de chinois
Et moi, et moi, et moi
Avec ma vie, mon petit chez-moi
Mon mal de tête, mon point au foie
J’y pense et puis j’oublie
C’est la vie, c’est la vie

Quatre-vingt millions d’indonésiens
Et moi, et moi, et moi
Avec ma voiture et mon chien
Son Canigou quand il aboie
J’y pense et puis j’oublie
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
Trois ou quatre cent millions de noirs
Et moi, et moi, et moi
Qui vais au brunissoir
Au sauna pour perdre du poids
J’y pense et puis j’oublie
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
Trois cent millions de soviétiques
Et moi, et moi, et moi
Avec mes manies et mes tics
Dans mon p’tit lit en plume d’oie
J’y pense et puis j’oublie
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
Cinquante millions de gens imparfaits
Et moi, et moi, et moi
Qui regarde Catherine Langeais
À la télévision chez moi
J’y pense et puis j’oublie
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
Neuf cent millions de crève-la-faim
Et moi, et moi, et moi
Avec mon régime végétarien
Et tout le whisky que je m’envoie
J’y pense et puis j’oublie
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
Cinq cent millions de sud-américains
Et moi, et moi, et moi
Je suis tout nu dans mon bain
Avec une fille qui me nettoie
J’y pense et puis j’oublie
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
Cinquante millions de vietnamiens
Et moi, et moi, et moi
Le dimanche à la chasse au lapin
Avec mon fusil, je suis le roi
J’y pense et puis j’oublie
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
Cinq cent milliards de petits martiens
Et moi, et moi, et moi
Comme un con de parisien
J’attends mon chèque de fin de mois
J’y pense et puis j’oublie
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
J’y pense et puis j’oublie
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
J’y pense et puis j’oublie
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
J’y pense et puis j’oublie
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Songwriters: Jacques Lanzmann / Jacques Dutronc
Et moi, et moi, et moi lyrics © BMG Rights Management

Watch “Et Si Tu N’Existais Pas – Joe Dassin Lyrics” on YouTube




Et si tu n’existais pas
Dis-moi pourquoi j’existerais?
Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi
Sans espoir et sans regrets

Et si tu n’existais pas
J’essaierais d’inventer l’amour
Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts
Naître les couleurs du jour
Et qui n’en revient pas
Et si tu n’existais pas
Dis-moi pour qui j’existerais?
Des passantes endormies dans mes bras
Que je n’aimerai jamais
Et si tu n’existais pas
Je ne serais qu’un point de plus
Dans ce monde qui vient et qui va
Je me sentirais perdu
J’aurais besoin de toi
Et si tu n’existais pas
Dis-moi comment j’existerais?
Je pourrais faire semblant d’être moi
Mais je ne serais pas vrai
Et si tu n’existais pas
Je crois que je l’aurais trouvé
Le secret de la vie, le pourquoi
Simplement pour te créer
Et pour te regarder
Et si tu n’existais pas
Dis-moi pourquoi j’existerais?
Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi
Sans espoir et sans regrets
Et si tu n’existais pas
J’essaierais d’inventer l’amour
Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts
Naître les couleurs du jour
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Songwriters: Claude Lemesle / Pasquale Losito / Pierre Delanoe / Toto Cutugno / Vito Pallavicini
Et si tu n’existais pas lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Curci France Edition

Haiku: Believes (© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)


Haiku: Believes

(© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

Some younger people

Believe TV shows are true…

What’s reality?

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Haiku: The Labyrinth (© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)


Haiku: The Labyrinth

(© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

Eternity-

In this Labyrinth I’m lost-

Till the End of time.

Haiku: “In the Beginning” (© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)


Haiku: “In the Beginning”

(© poetic thought by GeorgeB @ euzicasa)

In the Beginning

There were nothing but darkness:

Just as in the End.

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Meiko Kaji

Meiko Kaji (梶 芽衣子 Kaji Meiko, born March 24, 1947) is a Japanese actress and singer. She has appeared in about 100 films,[3] with her most famous roles being outlaw characters in early 1970s films, such as the rebels of the Stray Cat Rock series, the assassin Lady Snowblood, and the murderous Nami Matsushima from the Female Prisoner 701: Scorpionseries.

Meiko Kaji

Native name
梶 芽衣子

Born
Masako Ohta[1][2]

March 24, 1947(age 72)

Occupation Actress, singer
Years active 1965-present

Life and careerEdit

Meiko Kaji was born Masako Ohta in the Kanda area of Tokyo and graduated from the Yakumo Academy high school in Meguro, Tokyo. She began to work in the film industry under her real name, Masako Ota, at Nikkatsu studio in 1965 after graduating from high school.[1] In 1969 she appeared in Nihon Zankyoden, one of a series of films directed by Masahiro Makino, who recognized her acting ability and gave her the stage name of Meiko Kaji.[2]From 1970 to 1971 she appeared in the Noraneko Rokku (Stray cat/Alleycat Rock) series of films about delinquent young people.

In 1971, Nikkatsu moved into the pink film business, and to avoid this, Kaji moved to Toei Company.[1] There she made the Female Convict 701: Scorpion series of films. In 1973 she took on the role of Yuki in the revenge-themed film Lady Snowblood, followed by a sequel, Lady Snowblood 2: Love Song of Vengeance. She went on to appear in several of Kinji Fukasaku‘s films, such as Yakuza Graveyard(1976). In 1978, she starred in Sonezaki Shinjū, for which she earned nominations for Best Actress at five different awards shows, winning four of them.[4]

Kaji has worked in television since the 1980s. In 1989 she portrayed Omasa, an informant, in the television drama Onihei Hankachō (the ShochikuFuji Television version starring kabukiactor Nakamura Kichiemon II).

Kaji is also a singer. She sang the theme song to Lady Snowblood, “Shura no Hana” (修羅の花), and the theme song of the Female Convict Scorpion series, “Urami Bushi” (怨み節). When both these songs were used in the 2003 Quentin Tarantino film Kill Bill,[1] there was a revival of interest in Kaji’s music that encouraged her to resume her musical career.[5] In 2009, she released a single, Onna wa yametai. In 2011, Kaji released her first new album in 31 years, Aitsu no suki-so-na burūsu (あいつの好きそなブルース)[6] with songs written by Ryudo Uzaki and Yoko Aki.

Kaji received acting offers from Hollywood but refused them all, saying she could not give a good performance in a language other than Japanese.[7]

FilmographyEdit

FilmsEdit

TelevisionEdit

  • Sasagawa Saho Matatabi Shirizu – Kuresakatouge e no chisou (1972) – Oshizu
  • Terauchi Kantarō Ikka (1974) TV series …. Shizue Terauchi
  • Sorekara no Musashi (1981) TV series … Yuri-hime
  • Ōoku (1983)
  • Kaseifu wa mita! 2 (1984) (TV)
  • Sutaa tanjō (1985) TV series
  • Tantei Kamizu Kyōsuke no satsujin suiri 8: Izu Shimoda-kaigan ni akai satsui ga hashiru (1988) (TV) …. Shōko Hamano
  • Aoi sanmyaku ’88 (1988) …. Umetaro
  • Onihei Hankachō (1989-2016)… Omasa
  • Kenkaku Shōbai (1998) TV series
  • Kaseifu ha mita! 21 (2003) (TV) …. Mayumi Hirao
  • Anata no tonari ni dare ka iru (2003) TV series …. Shimako Matsumoto
  • Nogaremono orin (2006) TV series
  • Hasshū mawari kuwayama jūbei(2007) TV series
  • Kenkyaku shobai: Haru no arashi(2008) (TV)
  • Kekkon shinai (2012) TV series
  • Joiuchi: Hairyo zuma shimatsu(2013) (TV)
  • Taxi Driver no Suiri Nisschi 34 (2013) (TV)
  • Gokuaku Gambo (2014) TV series
  • Joshu Seven (2017) TV series
  • What Did You Eat Yesterday? (2019) TV series

DiscographyEdit

SinglesEdit

Title (romaji) Title (Japanese) Released Notes
Jingi Komoriuta / Koi ni inochi o 仁義子守唄/恋に命を July 5, 1970
Inochi no Namida / Kanashii Egao 命の涙/悲しい笑顔 March 5, 1971
Hamabe no Meruhen / Ai he no kitai 浜辺のメルヘン/愛への期待 July 5, 1971
Gincho Wataridori / Gincho Buruusu 銀蝶渡り鳥/銀蝶ブルース March 5, 1972 Theme song from Wandering Ginza Butterfly
Urami Bushi / Onna no Jumon 怨み節/女の呪文 December 1, 1972 Theme song from Female Convict 701: Scorpion
Kaji Meiko No Miryoku

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Meiko Kaji – Urami Bushi

怨み節 (Urami bushi) (English translation)

Artist: Meiko Kaji (梶芽衣子)

Song: 怨み節 (Urami bushi) 6 translations

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Japanese/Transliteration

怨み節 (Urami bushi)

花よ綺麗と おだてられ

咲いてみせれば すぐ散らされる

馬鹿なバカな

馬鹿な女の … 怨み節

運命哀しと あきらめて

泣きをみせれば また泣かされる

女おんな

女なみだの怨み節

憎い口惜しい 許せない

消すに消えない 忘れられない

尽きぬつきぬ

尽きぬ女の怨み節

夢よ未練と 嗤われて

覚めてみせます まだ覚めきれぬ

女おんな

女ごころの怨み節

真赤なバラにゃ トゲがある

刺したかないが 刺さずにゃおかぬ

燃えるもえる

燃える女の怨み節

死んで花実が 咲くじゃなし

怨み一筋 生きて行く

女おんな

女いのちの怨み節

Submitted by mfb05 on Thu, 01/09/2016 – 13:52

English

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Bitter Melody

Versions: #1#2

The flower, if it is pretty, becomes flattered

(Then) If it shows itself in full blossom, soon its petals are scattered

Foolish! Foolish!

Foolish woman’s bitter melody.

If fate is harsh, you must accept it

If you show yourself crying, you will be forced to cry again

A Woman, a woman,

a woman’s tears’ bitter melody

This hateful regret, I cannot forgive

It is not erased. I does not disappear. I cannot forget it.

Pierced through, pierced through.

Pierced through woman’s bitter melody.

When dreams bring lingering regret, laugh

If they appear while you’re awake, don’t close your eyes

A woman, a woman,

a woman’s heart’s bitter melody

The most brilliantly red rose has many thorns

If the (thorn’s) wound was not deep, it was not fate to wound deeply

Burning, burning.

Burning woman’s bitter melody.

The dying fruit of the flower, it can no longer bloom

In blind bitterness it lives out its days

A woman, a woman,

a woman’s life’s bitter melody.

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  • Now the Swan it floated on the English river
    Ah the Rose of High Romance it opened wide
    A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer
    And the judges watched us from the other side

    I told my mother “Mother I must leave you
    Preserve my room but do not shed a tear
    Should rumour of a shabby ending reach you
    It was half my fault and half the atmosphere”

    But the Rose I sickened with a scarlet fever
    And the Swan I tempted with a sense of shame
    She said at last I was her finest lover
    And if she withered I would be to blame

    The judges said you missed it by a fraction
    Rise up and brace your troops for the attack
    Ah the dreamers ride against the men of action
    Oh see the men of action falling back

    But I lingered on her thighs a fatal moment
    I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still
    My falsity had stung me like a hornet
    The poison sank and it paralyzed my will

    I could not move to warn all the younger soldiers
    That they had been deserted from above
    So on battlefields from here to Barcelona
    I’m listed with the enemies of love

    And long ago she said “I must be leaving,
    Ah but keep my body here to lie upon
    You can move it up and down and when I’m sleeping
    Run some wire through that Rose and wind the Swan”

    So daily I renew my idle duty
    I touch her here and there, I know my place
    I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty
    And people call me traitor to my face

  • Written by Leonard Cohen
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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  • 3 Months Agoalerique
  • General Comment:

    Please, note parallels with famous ‘O Rose Thou Art Sick’ by William Blake, with specific reference to Englishness to remove further doubts. This is widened reinterpretation of the famous poem from the worm’s point of view.

    O Rose thou art sick.
    The invisible worm,
    That flies in the night
    In the howling storm:

    Has found out thy bed
    Of crimson joy:
    And his dark secret love
    Does thy life destroy.

  • 6 Years AgoJohnnyBee
  • My Interpretation:

    What the Traitor has betrayed is the ideal of love. His ‘scarlet fever’ is lust, but when it is satisfied by ‘lingering on her thighs’, the Traitor is shamed. He recognises that other young men go off to battle without high ideals and they too become ‘the enemies of love’.
    Lovely metaphors – great Leonard Cohen.

  • 8 Years AgoGeorgeb
  • General Comment:

    Well I guess, it is fundamentally positive, and for a long time I just amaze myself at the beauty of the methaphore, the idea of the world as a stage, as the scene of a quest, in which the spectators are the judges as well, then i heard Leonard Cohen’s explaantion of the line of thought that made him write the poem. It goes like this:

    “It was called “The traitor”. It was about the feeling that we have of betraying some mission that we were mandated to fulfill, and being unable to fulfill it, and then coming to understand that the real mandate was not to fulfill it, and that the deeper courage was to stand guiltless in the predicament in which you found yourself”.
    It talks about the unvoidable predicament of failure from without, and the only right posture when one’s faced with a situation in which one cannot but fail: standing guiltless, in the predicament in which you find yourself. I think that is positive: not blaming yourself for outcomes of which you could not fully control.

  • 9 Years AgoStrangerinme
  • General Comment:

    And long ago she said “I must be leaving,
    Ah but keep my body here to lie upon
    You can move it up and down and when I’m sleeping
    Run some wire through that Rose and wind the Swan”

    God what a punishment ( the cruelty of the victim is almost far more than of the criminal)
    He betrayed her , she doesn’t love him no more but she keeps her body for him to have sex with while her soul is somewhere else …

  • 9 Years AgoRJSoftware
  • General Comment:

    Damb, aint any Cohen song remotley happy?

  • 11 Years Agobhoover247
  • General Comment:

    The rose is the womans genitals, the swan would be his. The line “run some wire through the rose and wind the swan” would be the woman asking him to have sex with her. He daily performs his “idle duty” but he doesn’t love her. He has become an “enemy of love” for betraying his true love.

  • 12 Years AgoWinters
  • General Comment:

    1. It seems to be about a man settling for someone who is not right for him rather than what his heart desires. He becomes an enemy of love, The Men of Action Falling back is the man too weak to take action and leave, following his heart. He has a relationship of physical love but not real love. He is a traitor to himself.

Watch “Jeff Buckley – “Hallelujah”” on YouTube



Well I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
But baby I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well there was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
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Songwriters: Leonard Cohen
Hallelujah lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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It’s impossible, tell the sun to leave the sky, it’s just impossible
It’s impossible, ask a baby not to cry, it’s just impossible
Can I hold you closer to me and not feel you goin’ through me?
Split the second that I never think of you, oh, how impossible

Can the ocean keep from rushin’ to the shore, it’s just impossible
If I had you, could I ever want for more, it’s just impossible
And tomorrow, should ya ask me for the world, somehow I’d get it
I would sell my very soul and not regret it
For to live without your love
It’s just impossible
Can the ocean keep from rushin’ to the shore, it’s just impossible
If I had you, could I ever want for more, it’s just impossible
And tomorrow, shouldya ask me for the world, somehow I’d get it
I would sell my very soul and not regret it
For to live without your love
It’s just impossible
Impossible, impossible
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Songwriters: Armando Manzanero Canche / Sid Wayne
It’s Impossible lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Memory Lane Music Group (Foreign)

Watch “Mr. Acker Bilk – Feelings” on YouTube



Feelings, nothing more than feelings
Trying to forget my feelings of love
Teardrops rolling down on my face
Trying to forget my feelings of love

Feelings, for all my life I’ll feel it
I wish I’ve never met you, girl
You’ll never come again

Feelings, wo oh oh feelings
Wo oh oh, feel you again in my arms
Feelings, feelings like I’ve never lost you
And feelings like I’ve never have you again in my heart
Feelings, for all my life I’ll feel it
I wish I’ve never met you, girl
You’ll never come again

Feelings, feelings like I’ve never lost you
And feelings like I’ve never have you again in my life
Feelings, wo oh oh feelings
Wo oh oh, feel you again in my arms
Feelings

Feelings, wo oh oh feelings
Wo oh oh, feel you again in my arms
Feelings

Feelings, wo oh oh feelings
Wo oh oh, feel you again in my arms
Feelings

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Songwriters: Barry Mann / Cynthia Weil
Feelings lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Editora e Importadora Musical Fermata do Brasil Ltda.

Watch “Joan of Arc – Jennifer Warnes & Leonard Cohen” on YouTube



Now the flames they followed joan of arc
As she came riding through the dark;
No moon to keep her armour bright,
No man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, I’m tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
A wedding dress or something white
To wear upon my swollen appetite.

Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way,
You know I’ve watched you riding every day
And something in me yearns to win
Such a cold and lonesome heroine.
And who are you? she sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke.
Why, I’m fire, he replied,
And I love your solitude, I love your pride.
Then fire, make your body cold,
I’m going to give you mine to hold,
Saying this she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of joan of arc,
And high above the wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her wedding dress.
It was deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of joan of arc,
And then she clearly understood
If he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?
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Songwriters: Richard Webb / David Jonathan Cohen / Caroline Norris
Joan of Arc lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

Watch “Les Feuilles Mortes_Yves Montand à l´Olympia” on YouTube



Oh, je voudais tant que tu te souviennes
Des jours heureux où nous étions amis
En ce temps-là la vie était plus belle
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu’aujourd’hui

Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Tu vois, je n’ai pas oublié
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Et le vent du Nord les emporte
Dans la nuit froide de l’oubli
Tu vois, je n’ai pas oublié
La chanson que tu me chantais
C’est une chanson qui nous ressemble
Toi tu m’aimais, et je t’aimais
Nous vivions tous les deux ensemble
Toi qui m’aimais, moi qui t’aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis
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Source: LyricFind


Songwriters: Jacques Prevert / Joseph Kosma
Les Feuilles Mortes (Remasterisé) lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Watch “Nouela – The Sound of Silence (Amazing cover of Simon & Garfunkel’s song)” on YouTube


Garfunkel once summed up the song’s meaning as “the inability of people to communicate with each other, not particularly internationally but especially emotionally, so what you see around you are people unable to love each other.”

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Lyrics:

Hello darkness, my old friend

I’ve come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share

No one dare

Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools” said I, “You do not know

Silence like a cancer grow

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you”

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming

And the sign said “The words of the prophets

Are written on subway walls

And tenement halls

And whispered in the sounds of silence”

© 1964 Words and Music by Paul Simon

Watch “What A Wonderful World”Louis Armstrong on YouTube



I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They’re really saying I love you
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world
Source: LyricFind


Songwriters: Robert Thiele / George Douglas / George David Weiss
What A Wonderful World lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, Royalty Network, Concord Music Publishing LLC, Carlin America Inc

Watch “Fred Neil – A Little Bit Of Rain” on YouTube



If I should leave you
Try to remember the good times
Warm days filled with sunshine
And just a little bit of rain
And just a little bit of rain

And if you look back
Try to forget all the bad times
Lonely blue and sad times
And just a little bit of rain
And just a little bit of rain
And if I look back
I’ll remember all the good times
Warm days filled with sunshine
And just a little bit of rain
And just a little bit of rain
If I should leave you
Try to remember all the good times
Warm days filled with sunshine
And just a little bit of rain
And just a little bit of rain
Source: LyricFind


Songwriters: Fred Neil
Little Bit of Rain lyrics © BMG Rights Management US, LLC

Watch “The Animals – House of the Rising Sun (1964) + clip compilation 55 YEARS & counting” on YouTube


The Animals Lyrics

“The House Of The Rising Sun”

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin’ man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk

[Organ Solo]

Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m one

Thanks to Allegra Muilenburg, Chase, Das Pamjunk, Zach Southard for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Alan Price
The song is a traditional folk song. The Animals recorded the most successful commercial version. It became their signature song, a number one in UK, United States and France charts and often described as the “first folk rock hit”.
The “rising sun” has been a symbol for brothels in British and American ballads. In the traditional folk version of the song, the main character is either a prostitute or a prisoner. The Animals changed it to a gambler to make their version more radio-friendly.
It is not known whether or not the house described in the lyrics was an actual or a fictitious place. There is a B&B in New Orleans called the House of the Rising Sun, decorated in brothel style. The owners are fans of the song, but there is no connection with the original place.

Watch “*FULL VERSION* TEOTFW – Walking All Day – Graham Coxon” on YouTube


Walking All Day

This song is a part of the soundtrack for Netflix’s 2018 series The End Of The F***ing World. It… read more »

WALKING ALL DAY LYRICS

[Verse 1]
Walkin’ all day with my mouth on fire, tryin’ to get talkin’ to you
Walkin’ all day with my mouth on fire, that’s what I’ve gotta do
Tryin’ to get talkin’ to you
Walkin’ all day with my feet on fire, tryin’ to get closer to you
Walkin’ all day with my feet on fire, that’s what I’ve gotta do
Tryin’ to get closer to you
Walkin’ all day with my mind on fire, I can’t stop thinking of you
Walkin’ all day with my mind on fire, that’s what I’ve gotta do
I can’t stop thinkin’ of you

[Verse 2]
Walkin’ all day with my hands on fire, wanna get to touch you
Walkin’ all day with my hands on fire, that’s what I’ve gotta do
Wanna get to touch you
Walkin’ all day with my heart on fire, falling in love with you
Walkin’ all day with my heart on fire, that’s what I’ve gotta do
Falling in love with you

[Outro]
Murder me
Make me happy
Talk to me
It’s so crappy
Ignore me
I’m being sappy, over me
What’s this power?
Gonna tell you once more

Watch “Voilà – Françoise Hardy (1967)” on YouTube



  1. Voilà, je regarde les autres
    Pourtant, je ne leur trouve rien
    C’est comme ça
    Voilà, je vais avec les autres
    Le temps passe plus mal que bien
    C’est comme ça,
    Et toi, que fais-tu, es-tu content de tout?
    Je suis là, devant toi, toujours la même
    Oh! Pourquoi est-ce encore toi que j’aime
    Que j’aime, que j’aime, que j’aime?
    Tu es là, devant moi, toujours le même
    Oh! Pourquoi ne puis-je pas te dire
    Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime?
    Voilà, je m’en retourne aux autres
    Qui m’aiment et que je n’aime pas
    C’est comme ça,
    Et toi, va retrouver cette autre
    Tu l’aimes ou c’est ce que tu crois
    C’est comme ça
    Voilà, on n’a rien, rien de plus à se dire
    Je suis là, devant toi, toujours la même
    Tu le vois, c’est encore toi que j’aime
    Que j’aime, que j’aime, que j’aime
    Tu t’en vas et plus rien ne vaut la peine
    Oh! Pourquoi ne puis-je pas crier:
    Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime?
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    Source: Musixmatch


    Songwriters: Francoise Hardy

Watch “Leonard Cohen on Preparing for Death | The New Yorker” on YouTube


Watch “Leonard Cohen Chelsea Hotel #2 Live” on YouTube




I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking so brave and so sweet
Giving me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the street
Those were the reasons and that was New York
We were running for the money and the flesh
And that was called love for the workers in song
Probably still is for those of them left

Ah but you got away, didn’t you babe
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say
I need you, I don’t need you
I need you, I don’t need you
And all of that jiving around
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were famous, your heart was a legend
You told me again you preferred handsome men
But for me you would make an exception
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself, you said, “Well never mind,
We are ugly but we have the music”
And you got away, didn’t you babe,
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don’t need you
I need you, I don’t need you
And all of that jiving around
I don’t mean to suggest that I loved you the best
I can’t keep track of each fallen robin
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
That’s all, I don’t even think of you that often
Source: LyricFind


Songwriters: Leonard Cohen
Chelsea Hotel #2 lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking so brave and so sweet
Giving me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the street
Those were the reasons and that was New York
We were running for the money and the flesh
And that was called love for the workers in song
Probably still is for those of them left

Ah but you got away, didn’t you babe
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say
I need you, I don’t need you
I need you, I don’t need you
And all of that jiving around

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were famous, your heart was a legend
You told me again you preferred handsome men
But for me you would make an exception
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself, you said, “Well never mind,
We are ugly but we have the music”

And you got away, didn’t you babe,
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don’t need you
I need you, I don’t need you
And all of that jiving around

I don’t mean to suggest that I loved you the best
I can’t keep track of each fallen robin
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
That’s all, I don’t even think of you that often

Source: LyricFind


Songwriters: Leonard Cohen
Chelsea Hotel #2 lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management

Watch “Leonard Cohen – 11 – Tonight Will Be Fine (Berlin 1974) [with lyrics]” on YouTube



Sometimes I find I get to thinking of the past.
We swore to each other then that our love would surely last.
You kept right on loving, I went on a fast,
Now I am too thin and your love is too vast.
But I know from your eyes
And I know from your smile
That tonight will be fine,
Will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
For a while.

I choose the rooms that I live in with care,
The windows are small and the walls almost bare,
There’s only one bed and there’s only one prayer;
I listen all night for your step on the stair.
But I know from your eyes
And I know from your smile
That tonight will be fine,
Will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
For a while.
Oh sometimes I see her undressing for me,
She’s the soft naked lady love meant her to be
And she’s moving her body so brave and so free.
If I’ve got to remember that’s a fine memory.
And I know from her eyes
And I know from her smile
That tonight will be fine,
Will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
For a while.
Source: LyricFind


Songwriters: Leonard Cohen
Tonight Will Be Fine lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Watch “Gordon Lightfoot – Sundown (Lyrics)” on YouTube



I can see her lyin’ back in her satin dress
In a room where ya do what ya don’t confess
Sundown you better take care
If I find you beenn creepin’ ’round my back stairs
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin’ ’round my back stairs

She’s been lookin’ like a queen in a sailor’s dream
And she don’t always say what she really means
Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feelin’ better when I’m feelin’ no pain
Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feelin’ better when I’m feelin’ no pain
I can picture every move that a man could make
Getting lost in her lovin’ is your first mistake
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin’ ’round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it’s a sin
When I feel like I’m winnin’ when I’m losin’ again
I can see her lookin’ fast in her faded jeans
She’s a hard lovin’ woman, got me feelin’ mean
Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feelin’ better when I’m feelin’ no pain
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin’ ’round my back stairs
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin’ ’round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it’s a sin
When I feel like I’m winnin’ when I’m losin’ again
Source: LyricFind


Songwriters: Gordon Lightfoot
Sundown lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

Henry and June


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Henry & June

This article is about the film based upon the book by Anaïs Nin. For other uses, see Henry and June (disambiguation).

Henry & June is a 1990 American biographical drama film directed by Philip Kaufman, and starring Fred Ward, Uma Thurman, and Maria de Medeiros. It is loosely based on Anaïs Nin’s French book of the same name, and tells the story of Nin’s relationship with Henry Miller and his wife, June.

Henry & June

Theatrical release poster

Directed byPhilip KaufmanProduced byPeter KaufmanWritten by

Philip KaufmanRose Kaufman

Starring

Fred WardUma ThurmanMaria de MedeirosRichard E. GrantKevin Spacey

CinematographyPhilippe RousselotEdited by

Dede AllenVivien Hillgrove GilliamWilliam S. Scharf

Production
company

Walrus & Associates

Distributed byUniversal Pictures

Release date

October 5, 1990

Running time

136 minutes[1]CountryUnited StatesLanguageEnglishBox office$23.5 million[2]

The film was nominated for Best Cinematography at the 63rd Academy Awards. It is one of three NC-17 films to receive Oscar nominations; the other films are Wild at Heart (1990) and Requiem for a Dream(2000).[3][4][5]

Plot synopsis

In 1931 in Paris, France, Anaïs Nin is in a stable relationship with her husband Hugo, but longs for more out of life. When Nin first meets Henry Miller, he is working on his first novel. Nin is drawn to Miller and his wife June, as well as their bohemian lifestyle. Nin becomes involved in the couple’s tormented relationship, having an affair with Miller and also pursuing June. Ultimately, Nin helps Miller to publish his novel, Tropic of Cancer, but catalyzes the Millers’ separation, while she returns to Hugo.

Cast

Fred Ward as Henry MillerUma Thurman as June MillerMaria de Medeiros as Anaïs NinRichard E. Grant as HugoKevin Spacey as Richard OsbornJean-Philippe Écoffey as Eduardo Sanchez (credit spelled as Ecoffey)Maurice Escargot (Gary Oldman) as PopArtus de Penguern as BrassaïLiz Hasse as JeanBrigitte Lahaie as Henry’s prostituteFéodor Atkine as Francisco Miralles Arnau

Soundtrack

The soundtrack was arranged by Mark Adler, consisting of period popular songs.

Jean Lenoir, “Parlez-moi d’amour” (Lucienne Boyer)Claude Debussy, Six épigraphes antiques: Pour l’égyptienne (Ensemble Musical de Paris)Francis Poulenc, “Les chemins de l’amour” (Ransom Wilson and Christopher O’Riley)Debussy, Petite Suite: “Ballet” (Aloys and Alfons Kontarsky)Harry Warren, “I Found a Million Dollar Baby” (Bing Crosby)Erik Satie, “Gnossienne No. 3” (Pascal Rogé)Satie, “Je te veux” (Jean-Pierre Armengaud)Debussy, “Sonata for Violin and Piano” (first movement) (Kyung-wha Chung and Radu Lupu)Frédéric Chopin, Nocturne No. 1 in C Major [sic] (Paul Crossley)Georges Auric, “Sous les toits de Paris” (Rene Nazels)Jacques Larmanjat, lyrics by Francis Carco, “Le doux caboulot” (Annie Fratellini)Debussy, “La plus que lente” (Josef Suk)”Je m’ennuie” (Mark Adler)”Coralia” (Mark Adler)Irving Mills, “St. James Infirmary Blues” (Mark Adler)Francisco Tárrega, “Gran Vals” (Francisco Tárrega)Joaquin Nin-Culmell, “Basque Song” (Joaquin Nin-Culmell)Vincent Scotto, lyrics by George Koger and H. Vama, “J’ai deux amours” (Josephine Baker)

Rating

Reception

See alsoEdit

Nudity in film

References

External links

Watch “Henry & June / Je M’Ennuie” on YouTube


“>Marlene Dietrich: Moi, Je M’Ennuie Lyrics

De ce que fut mon enfance
Je n’ai plus de souvenir
C’est peut-être que la chance
Ne m’offrit pas de plaisir
Et chaque jour qui se lève
Ne m’apporte aucun espoir
Je n’ai même pas de rêves
Quand luit l’étoile du soir

Moi je m’ennuie
C’est dans ma vie
Une manie
Je n’y peux rien
Le plaisir passe
Il me dépasse
En moi sa trace
Ne laisse rien
Partout je traîne
Comme une chaîne
Ma lourde peine
Sans autre bien
C’est dans ma vie
Une manie
Moi, je m’ennuie

Par de longs vagabondages
J’ai voulu griser mon cœur
Et souvent sur mon passage
J’ai vu naître des malheurs
Sur chaque nouvelle route
À l’amour j’ai du mentir
Et, le soir, lorsque j’écoute
La plainte du vent mourir

Moi j’ m’ennuie
C’est dans ma vie
Une manie
Je n’y peux rien
Le plaisir passe
Il me dépasse
En moi sa trace
Ne laisse rien
Partout je traîne
Comme une chaîne
Ma lourde peine
Sans autre bien
C’est dans ma vie
Une manie
Moi, je m’ennuie

Watch “Sinnerman (Nina Simone) – Thomas Crown” on YouTube


Mr. Tambourine Man (Live at the Newport Folk Festival. 1964)” on YouTube


Mr. Tambourine Man
Song by Bob Dylan

Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you
Though I know that evening’s empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can’t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade
Into my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun
It’s not aimed at anyone
It’s just escaping on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facing
And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time
It’s just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn’t pay it any mind
It’s just a shadow you’re seeing that he’s chasing
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you
And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
Mr. Tambourine Man lyrics © Audiam, Inc

Watch “El Condor Pasa ” If I Could ” | Guitar and Pan Flute” on YouTube


I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes I would, if I could, I surely would
I’d rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would

Away, I’d rather sail away
Like a swan that’s here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world its saddest sound
Its saddest sound
I’d rather be a forest than a street
Yes I would, if I could, I surely would
I’d rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Paul Simon / Jorge Milchberg / Daniel Alomia Robles
El Condor Pasa (If I Could) lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Watch “Lady Diana – Candle in the wind (Goodbye Englands rose) – Elton John – Lyrics in text” on YouTube


Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played
Hollywood created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you died
Oh the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that Marilyn was found in the nude
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
Goodbye Norma Jean
From the young man in the twenty second row
Who sees you as something more than sexual
More than just our Marilyn Monroe
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Source: LyricFind


Songwriters: Elton John / Bernie Taupin
Candle in the Wind lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management

Watch “Our House Crosby Stills Nash & Young” on YouTube


I’ll light the fire
You put the flowers in the vase that you bought today
Staring at the fire for hours and hours while I listen to you
Play your love songs all night long for me, only for me

Come to me now and rest your head for just five minutes, everything is good
Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated by the
Sunshine through them, fiery gems for you, only for you
Our house is a very, very, very fine house with two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy ’cause of you
And our la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Our house is a very, very, very fine house with two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy ’cause of you
And our
I’ll light the fire while you place the flowers in the vase that you bought today
Source: LyricFind


Songwriters: Graham Nash
Our House lyrics © Spirit Music Group

Watch “Elton John – Rocket Man (with lyrics)” on YouTube


She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine AM
And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It’s lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
‘Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
‘Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it’s cold as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don’t understand
It’s just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
‘Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
‘Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Elton John / Bernie Taupin
Rocket Man lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Watch “Jim James – State Of The Art (A.E.I.O.U.)” on YouTube



Daylight come
Daylight go
How far will it reach?
Ain’t nobody know
And when the dawn breaks
The cradle will fall
And down come baby
Cradle and all
Now I know you need the dark
Just as much as the sun
But you signin’ on forever
When you ink it in blood

A.E.I.O.U.
E.I.O.U.
A.E.I.O.U.
I, I use my state of the art
Technology
Supposed to make for better living
Are we better human beings?
We’ve got our wires all crossed
The tubes are all tied
And I’m straining to remember
Just what it means to be alive
A life worth living
Now you can feel it in your chest
Buildin’ like little birds
Just building up the nest
And you build it up strong
And you fill it up with love
And you pray for good rain
All from the lord above
A.E.I.O.U.
E.I.O.U.
A.E.I.
I use my state of the art
Technology
Now don’t you forget it
It ain’t using me
‘Cause when the power’s goes out
I got over me
‘Cause the power’s goin’ out
I think the power’s goin’ out
I mean it, the power’s goin’ out
I really mean it the powers goin’ out
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Songwriters: James Edward Olliges Jr.
State of the Art (A.E.I.O.U.) lyrics © Words & Music A Div Of Big Deal Music LLC

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The Doors Lyrics

“Riders On The Storm”

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

There’s a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin’ like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If you give this man a ride
Sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl, you gotta love your man
Girl, you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan.
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

Watch “The Doors The End” on YouTube


“The End”

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend

The end
Of our elaborate plans
The end
Of everything that stands
The end
No safety or surprise
The end
I’ll never look into your eyes
Again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger’s hand
In a desperate land

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the king’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake
The ancient lake
Baby

The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake
He’s old
And his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we’ll do the rest

The blue bus is callin’ us
The blue bus is callin’ us
Driver, where you taking us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and…then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door…and he looked inside
“Father?” “Yes, son.” “I want to kill you.”
“Mother, I want to…”

C’mon babe

C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock
C’mon, yeah

Fuck, fuck-ah, yeah
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah
C’mon, yeah, c’mon, yeah
Fuck me, baby, fuck yeah
Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah!
Fuck, yeah! C’mon, baby
Fuck me, baby, fuck, fuck, yeah
Whoa, whoa, yeah, fuck, baby
C’mon, yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
All right

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

Watch “Jacques Brel – Les vieux (Olympia 1966)” on YouTube



Les vieux
Song by Jacques Brel
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  1. Les vieux ne parlent plus
    Ou alors seulement
    Parfois du bout des yeux,
    Même riches ils sont pauvres,
    Ils n’ont plus d’illusions,
    Et n’ont qu’un cœur pour deux.
    Chez eux ça sent le thym,
    Le propre, la lavande,
    Et le verbe d’antan,
    Que l’on vive à Paris,
    On vit tous en province
    Quand on vit trop longtemps.
    Est-ce d’avoir trop ri
    Que leur voix se lézarde
    Quand ils parlent d’hier?
    Et d’avoir trop pleuré
    Que des larmes encore
    Leur perlent les paupières?
    Et s’ils tremblent un peu
    Est-ce de voir vieillir
    La pendule d’argent
    Qui ronronne au salon,
    Qui dit oui, qui dit non,
    Qui dit “Je vous attends”.

    Les vieux ne rêvent plus,
    Leurs livres s’ensommeillent,
    Leurs pianos sont fermés,
    Le petit chat est mort.
    Le muscat du dimanche
    Ne les fait plus chanter,
    Les vieux ne bougent plus,
    Leurs gestes ont trop de rides,
    Leur monde est trop petit,
    Du lit à la fenêtre,
    Puis du lit au fauteuil,
    Et puis du lit au lit,
    Et s’ils sortent encore
    Bras dessus, bras dessous,
    Tout habillés de raide,
    C’est pour suivre au soleil
    L’enterrement d’un plus vieux,
    L’enterrement d’une plus laide,
    Et le temps d’un sanglot
    Oublier toute une heure
    La pendule d’argent
    Qui ronronne au salon,
    Qui dit oui, qui dit non,
    Et puis qui les attend.

    Les vieux ne meurent pas,
    Ils s’endorment un jour
    Et dorment trop longtemps,
    Ils se tiennent la main,
    Ils ont peur de se perdre,
    Et se perdent pourtant
    Et l’autre reste là,
    Le meilleur ou le pire,
    Le doux ou le sévère,
    Cela n’importe pas,
    Celui des deux qui reste
    Se retrouve en enfer.
    Vous le verrez peut-être,
    Vous le verrez parfois
    En pluie et en chagrin
    Traverser le présent.
    En s’excusant déjà
    De n’être pas plus loin.
    Et fuir devant vous
    Une dernière fois
    La pendule d’argent
    Qui ronronne au salon,
    Qui dit oui, qui dit non,
    Qui leur dit “Je t’attends”,
    Qui ronronne au salon,
    Qui dit oui, qui dit non,
    Et puis qui nous attend

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    Source: LyricFind


    Songwriters: Gerard Jouannest / Jacques Roman Brel / Jean Corti

    Les vieux lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

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Watch “Léo Ferré – Avec le temps (enregistrement TRS)” on YouTube



Avec le temps
Avec le temps va tout s’en va
On oublie le visage et l’on oublie la voix
Le cœur quand ça bat plus
C’est pas la peine d’aller chercher plus loin
Faut laisser faire et c’est très bien

Avec le temps
Avec le temps va tout s’en va
L’autre qu’on adorait, qu’on cherchait sous la pluie
L’autre qu’on devinait au détour d’un regard
Entre les mots, entre les lignes et sous le fard
D’un serment maquillé qui s’en va faire sa nuit
Avec le temps tout s’évanouit
Avec le temps
Avec le temps va tout s’en va
Même les plus chouettes souvenirs ça t’as une de ces gueules
À la Galerie j’farfouille dans les rayons d’la mort
Le samedi soir quand la tendresse s’en va toute seule
Avec le temps
Avec le temps va tout s’en va
L’autre à qui l’on croyait pour un rhume pour un rien
L’autre à qui l’on donnait du vent et des bijoux
Pour qui l’on eût vendu son âme pour quelques sous
Devant quoi l’on s’traînait comme traînent les chiens
Avec le temps va tout va bien
Avec le temps
Avec le temps va tout s’en va
On oublie les passions et l’on oublie les voix
Qui vous disaient tout bas les mots des pauvres gens
Ne rentre pas trop tard surtout ne prend pas froid
Avec le temps
Avec le temps va tout s’en va
Et l’on se sent blanchi comme un cheval fourbu
Et l’on se sent glacé dans un lit de hasard
Et l’on se sent tout seul peut-être mais peinard
Et l’on se sent floué par les années perdues
Alors vraiment
Avec le temps on n’aime plus
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Source: Musixmatch


Songwriters: Leo Ferre
Avec le temps lyrics © Les Nouvelles EDI.MERIDIAN, Editorial Avenue, Les Nouvelles Editions Meridian, La Memoire Et La Mer, Editions Chanson Music, S D R M, MATHIEU FERRE ET CIE, MERIDIAN ED

Watch “You Want It Darker – Leonard Cohen” on YouTube



  1. If you are the dealer, I’m out of the game
    If you are the healer, it means I’m broken and lame
    If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame
    You want it darker
    We kill the flame

    Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
    Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
    A million candles burning for the help that never came
    You want it darker

    Hineni, hineni
    I’m ready, my lord

    There’s a lover in the story
    But the story’s still the same
    There’s a lullaby for suffering
    And a paradox to blame
    But it’s written in the scriptures
    And it’s not some idle claim
    You want it darker
    We kill the flame

    They’re lining up the prisoners
    And the guards are taking aim
    I struggled with some demons
    They were middle class and tame
    I didn’t know I had permission to murder and to maim
    You want it darker

    Hineni, hineni
    I’m ready, my lord

    Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
    Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
    A million candles burning for the love that never came
    You want it darker
    We kill the flame

    If you are the dealer, let me out of the game
    If you are the healer, I’m broken and lame
    If thine is the glory, mine must be the shame
    You want it darker

    Hineni, hineni
    Hineni, hineni
    I’m ready, my lord

    Hineni
    Hineni, hineni
    Hineni

    Source: LyricFind


    Songwriters: Leonard Cohen / Patrick Leonard

    You Want It Darker lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


Watch “The Fray – Be Still (Lyrics)” on YouTube



Be still and know that I’m with you
Be still and know that I am here
Be still and know that I’m with you
Be still, be still, and know

When darkness comes upon you
And colors you with fear and shame
Be still and know that I’m with you
And I will say your name
If terror falls upon your bed
And sleep no longer comes
Remember all the words I said
Be still, be still, and know
And when you go through the valley
And the shadow comes down from the hill
If morning never comes to be
Be still, be still, be still
If you forget the way to go
And lose where you came from
If no one is standing beside you
Be still and know I am
Be still and know that I’m with you
Be still and know I am
Source: LyricFind


Songwriters: Isaac Slade / Joseph King / David Welsh / Ben Wysocki
Be Still lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Unpainting…a perfectly painted tableau ( ©poetic thought by GeorgeB @euzicasa)


Unpainting…a perfectly painted tableau

( ©poetic thought by GeorgeB @euzicasa)

Everyday I…I efface another color

of my perfectly painted tableau,

accomplishment of the day past…

I aim for a unicolor, a pure black or white, I can’t make up my mind…

So, every morning, seated at my easel, I use the widest paintbrush, and chose, today will be white over black, to cover the painting behind, to hide yesternight hard work, to start anew,

a new memory, painted over an older one,

no holidays,

weekends,

only Monday Mornings,

nonstop,

in perpetuity,

forever Amen!

Watch “La mauvaise herbe Brassens” on YouTube



Quand le jour de gloire est arrivé
Comme tous les autres étaient crevés
Moi seul connus le déshonneur
De ne pas être mort au champ d’honneur

Je suis de la mauvaise herbe, braves gens, braves gens
C’est pas moi qu’on rumine et c’est pas moi qu’on met en gerbe
La mort faucha les autres, braves gens, braves gens
Et me fit grâce à moi c’est immoral et c’est comme ça
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Et je me demande pourquoi, Bon Dieu
Ça vous dérange que je vive un peu
Et je me demande pourquoi, Bon Dieu
Ça vous dérange que je vive un peu
La fille à tout le monde a bon cœur
Elle me donne au petit bonheur
Les petits bouts de sa peau, bien cachés
Que les autres n’ont pas touché
Je suis de la mauvaise herbe, braves gens, braves gens
C’est pas moi qu’on rumine et c’est pas moi qu’on met en gerbe
Elle se vend aux autres, braves gens, braves gens
Elle se donne à moi, c’est immoral et c’est comme ça
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Et je me demande pourquoi, Bon Dieu
Ça vous dérange qu’on m’aime un peu
Et je me demande pourquoi, Bon Dieu
Ça vous dérange qu’on m’aime un peu
Les hommes sont faits, nous dit-on
Pour vivre en bande, comme les moutons
Moi, je vis seul, et c’est pas demain
Que je suivrai leur droit chemin
Je suis de la mauvaise herbe, braves gens, braves gens
C’est pas moi qu’on rumine et c’est pas moi qu’on met en gerbe
Je suis de la mauvaise herbe, braves gens, braves gens
Je pousse en liberté dans les jardins mal fréquentés
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Et je me demande pourquoi, Bon Dieu
Ça vous dérange que je vive un peu
Et je me demande pourquoi, Bon Dieu
Ça vous dérange que je vive un peu
Source: LyricFind


Songwriters: Georges Brassens
La mauvaise herbe lyrics © Warner Chappell Music France

Watch “je vous salue marie-georges brassens” on YouTube


Par le petit garçon qui meurt près de sa mère
Tandis que des enfants s’amusent au parterre
Et par l’oiseau blessé qui ne sait pas comment
Son aile tout à coup s’ensanglante et descend
Par la soif et la faim et le délire ardent
Je vous salue, Marie
Par les gosses battus, par l’ivrogne qui rentre
Par l’âne qui reçoit des coups de pied au ventre
Et par l’humiliation de l’innocent châtié
Par la vierge vendue qu’on a déshabillée
Par le fils dont la mère a été insultée
Je vous salue, Marie

Par la vieille qui, trébuchant sous trop de poids
S’écrie “mon Dieu !” par le malheureux dont les bras
Ne purent s’appuyer sur une amour humaine
Comme la Croix du Fils sur Simon de Cyrène
Par le cheval tombé sous le chariot qu’il traîne
Je vous salue, Marie

Par les quatre horizons qui crucifient le monde
Par tous ceux dont la chair se déchire ou succombe
Par ceux qui sont sans pieds, par ceux qui sont sans mains
Par le malade que l’on opère et qui geint
Et par le juste mis au rang des assassins
Je vous salue, Marie

Par la mère apprenant que son fils est guéri
Par l’oiseau rappelant l’oiseau tombé du nid
Par l’herbe qui a soif et recueille l’ondée
Par le baiser perdu par l’amour redonné
Et par le mendiant retrouvant sa monnaie
Je vous salue, Marie

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Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Georges Charles Brassens / Francis Jammes / Oswald Antoine Marie D’Andrea
La prière lyrics © Warner Chappell Music France

For interpretation of the lyrics see:

https://fr.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Pri%C3%A8re?wprov=sfla1

Watch “Isn’t it a Pity – Nina Simone” on YouTube


Isn’t it a pity
You don’t know what I’m talking about, yet
But I will tell you soon
It’s a pity

Isn’t it a pity
Isn’t it a shame
Yes, how we break each other’s hearts
And cause each other pain

How we take each other’s love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Forgetting to remember
Just forgetting and no thank you
Isn’t it a pity

Some things take so long
But how do I explain
Why not too many people can see
That we are all just the same
We’re all guilty

Because of all the tears
Our eyes just can’t hope to see
But I don’t think it’s applicable to me
The beauty that surrounds them
Child, isn’t it a pity

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How we break each other’s hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other’s love
The most precious thing
Without thinking anymore

Forgetting to give back
Forgetting to keep open our door
Isn’t it a pity
Isn’t it a pity

Some things take so long
But how do I explain
Isn’t it a pity
Why not too many people
Can see we’re all the same

Because we cry so much
Our eyes can’t, can’t hope to see
That’s not quite true
The beauty that surrounds them
Maybe that’s why we cry
God, isn’t it a pity

Lord knows, it’s a pity
Mankind has been so programmed
That they don’t care about nothin’
That has to do with care
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