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
Oh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to? Sinnerman where you gonna run to? Where you gonna run to? All on that day We got to run to the rock Please hide me, I run to the rock Please hide me, run to the rock Please hide here All on that day But the rock cried out I can’t hide you, the rock cried out I can’t hide you, the rock cried out I ain’t gonna hide you there All on that day I said rock What’s the matter with you rock? Don’t you see I need you, rock? Good Lord, Lord All on that day So I run to the river It was bleedin’, I run to the sea It was bleedin’, I run to the sea It was bleedin’, all on that day So I run to the river It was boilin’, I run to the sea It was boilin’, I run to the sea It was boilin’, all on that day
So I run to the Lord Please hide me, Lord Don’t you see me prayin’? Don’t you see me down here prayin’? But the Lord said Go to the Devil, the Lord said Go to the Devil He said go to the Devil All on that day So I ran to the Devil He was waitin’, I ran to the Devil He was waitin’, ran to the Devil He was waitin’, all on that day I cried, power, power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Kingdom (power, Lord) Kingdom (power, Lord) Kingdom (power, Lord) Kingdom (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord)
Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Well, I run to the river It was boilin’, I run to the sea It was boilin’, I run to the sea It was boilin’, all on that day So I ran to the Lord I said Lord, hide me Please hide me Please help me, all on that day He said, hide? Where were you? When you oughta have been prayin’ I said Lord, Lord Hear me prayin’, Lord, Lord Hear me prayin’, Lord, Lord Hear me prayin’, all on that day Sinnerman, you oughta be prayin’ Outghta be prayin’, sinnerman Oughta be prayin’, all on that day
Up come power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) (Power, Lord) Hold down (power, Lord) Go down (power, Lord) Kingdom (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Power (power, Lord) Na-na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Woah, ho Ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha, oh Lord Nu, nu, nu No-no-no-no, ma-na-na-na-na, don’t you know I need you Lord? Don’t you know that I need you? Don’t you know that I need you?
A single man tear slips down his face He shows emotion without a trace He hides behind a mask so strong Worried that he could be wrong I wish that he could see the way I see him The perfect brother A man without sin Cause underneath the manly sheen It is my brother A boy named Dean A single man tear A single man tear A single man tear that’s all we fear A single man tear That’s all i’ll spare I bury feelings, don’t show I care Even though I’m haunted Must be the man daddy wanted Wish I could be as strong as Sam Blaze my own trail Be my own man But underneath this broken mask It is my father, with all his wrath A single man tear A single man tear A single man tear that’s all we fear
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
There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold And she’s buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven
There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure ‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings Sometimes all of our thoughts are misleading Ooh, it makes me wonder Ooh, it makes me wonder
There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west And my spirit is crying for leaving In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees And the voices of those who stand looking and it makes me wonder really makes me wonder
And it’s whispered that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forest will echo with laughter
GUITAR SOLO
If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now, It’s just a spring clean from the May Queen Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There’s still time to change the road you’re on Ooh, it makes me wonder Ooh, Ooh, it makes me wonder
Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know The piper’s calling you to join him Dear lady, can’t you hear the wind blow, and did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind
And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last When all is one and one is all, yeah To be a rock and not to roll.
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Fan tribute to great artists,singer,and song. LYRICS: Like a flower waiting to bloom Like a lightbulb in a dark room I’m just sitting here waiting for you To come home and turn me on
Like the desert waiting for the rain Like a school kid waiting for the spring I’m just sitting here waiting for you To come on home and turn me on
My poor heart, it’s been so dark since you been gone After all, you’re the one who turns me off You’re the only one who can turn me back on
My Hi-Fi’s waiting for a new tune The glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes I’m just sitting here waiting for you To come on home and turn me on Turn me on
Transilience Thought Unifier Model-11. “Music helps you shift perspective to see things differently if you need to.” “See things like hope?” “Yes, very much like that.”
Looking from a window above It’s like a story of love, can you hear me? Came back only yesterday I’m moving farther away, want you near me
All I needed was the love you gave All I needed for another day And all I ever knew, only you
Sometimes when I think of her name When it’s only a game and I need you Listen to the words that you say It’s getting harder to stay when I see you
All I needed was the love you gave All I needed for another day And all I ever knew, only you
All I needed was the love you gave All I needed for another day And all I ever knew, only you
This is going to take a long time And I wonder what’s mine, can’t take no more Wonder if you’ll understand It’s just the touch of your hand behind a closed door
All I needed was the love you gave All I needed for another day And all I ever knew, only you
I stumbled out of bed I got ready for the struggle I smoked a cigarette And I tightened up my gut I said this can’t be me Must be my double And I can’t forget, I can’t forget I can’t forget but I don’t remember what I’m burning up the road I’m heading down to Phoenix I got this old address Of someone that I knew It was high and fine and free Ah, you should have seen us And I can’t forget, I can’t forget I can’t forget but I don’t remember who
I’ll be there today With a big bouquet of cactus I got this rig that runs on memories And I promise, cross my heart, They’ll never catch us But if they do, just tell them it was me
Yeah I loved you all my life And that’s how I want to end it The summer’s almost gone The winter’s tuning up Yeah, the summer’s gone But a lot goes on forever And I can’t forget, I can’t forget I can’t forget but I don’t remember what
The Best of Leonard Cohen (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
If it be your will That I speak no more And my voice be still As it was before I will speak no more I shall abide until I am spoken for If it be your will If it be your will That a voice be true From this broken hill I will sing to you From this broken hill All your praises they shall ring If it be your will To let me sing From this broken hill All your praises they shall ring If it be your will To let me sing
If it be your will If there is a choice Let the rivers fill Let the hills rejoice Let your mercy spill On all these burning hearts in hell If it be your will To make us well
And draw us near And bind us tight All your children here In their rags of light In our rags of light All dressed to kill And end this night If it be your will
Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees the bartender in a pool of blood Cries out “My God they killed them all” Here comes the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he never done Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.
Three bodies lying there does Patty see And another man named Bello moving around mysteriously “I didn’t do it” he says and he throws up his hands “I was only robbing the register I hope you understand I saw them leaving” he says and he stops “One of us had better call up the cops” And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that In Patterson that’s just the way things go If you’re black you might as well not shown up on the street ‘Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the corps Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around He said “I saw two men running out they looked like middleweights They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates” And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head Cop said “Wait a minute boys this one’s not dead” So they took him to the infirmary And though this man could hardly see They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye Says “Wha’d you bring him in here for ? He ain’t the guy !” Yes here comes the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he never done Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.
Four months later the ghettos are in flame Rubin’s in South America fighting for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game And the cops are putting the screws to him looking for somebody to blame “Remember that murder that happened in a bar ?” “Remember you said you saw the getaway car?” “You think you’d like to play ball with the law ?” “Think it might-a been that fighter you saw running that night ?” “Don’t forget that you are white”.
Arthur Dexter Bradley said “I’m really not sure” Cops said “A boy like you could use a break We got you for the motel job and we’re talking to your friend Bello Now you don’t wanta have to go back to jail be a nice fellow You’ll be doing society a favor That sonofabitch is brave and getting braver We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin this triple murder on him He ain’t no Gentleman Jim”.
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch But he never did like to talk about it all that much It’s my work he’d say and I do it for pay And when it’s over I’d just as soon go on my way Up to some paradise Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice And ride a horse along a trail But then they took him to the jailhouse Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin’s cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig-circus he never had a chance The judge made Rubin’s witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger No one doubted that he pulled the trigger And though they could not produce the gun The DA said he was the one who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried The crime was murder ‘one’ guess who testified Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied And the newspapers they all went along for the ride How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fool’s hand ? To see him obviously framed Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell That’s the story of the Hurricane But it won’t be over till they clear his name And give him back the time he’s done Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.
I was in another lifetime one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form “Come in” she said “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.
And if I pass this way again you can rest assured I’ll always do my best for her on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm “Come in” she said “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.
Not a word was spoke between us there was little risk involved Everything up to that point had been left unresolved Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm “Come in” she said “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.
I was burned out from exhaustion buried in the hail Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail Hunted like a crocodile ravaged in the corn “Come in” she said “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.
Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns “Come in” she said “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.
Now there’s a wall between us something there’s been lost I took too much for granted got my signals crossed Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn “Come in” she said “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.
Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much it’s doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker he blows a futile horn “Come in” she said “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”. I’ve heard newborn babies wailing like a mourning dove And old men with broken teeth stranded without love Do I understand your question man is it hopeless and forlorn “Come in” she said “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.
In a little hilltop village they gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn “Come in” she said “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.
Well I’m living in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the line Beauty walks a razor’s edge someday I’ll make it mine If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born “Come in” she said “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.
Tombe la neige Tu ne viendras pas ce soir Tombe la neige Et mon cœur s´habille de noir Ce soyeux cortège Tout en larmes blanches L´oiseau sur la branche Pleure le sortilège
Tu ne viendras pas ce soir Me crie mon désespoir Mais tombe la neige Impassible manège
Tombe la neige Tu ne viendras pas ce soir Tombe la neige Tout est blanc de désespoir Triste certitude Le froid et l´absence Cet odieux silence Blanche solitude
Tu ne viendras pas ce soir Me crie mon désespoir Mais tombe la neige Impassible manège (find more lyricsHere)
Quand nous en serons au temps des cerises Et gai rossignol et merle moqueur Seront tous en fête Les belles auront la folie en tête Et les amoureux du soleil au coeur Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises Sifflera bien mieux le merle moqueur
Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises Où l’on s’en va deux cueillir en rêvant Des pendants d’oreilles Cerises d’amour aux robes pareilles Tombant sous la feuille en gouttes de sang Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises Pendants de corail qu’on cueille en rêvant
Quand vous en serez au temps des cerises Si vous avez peur des chagrins d’amour Evitez les belles Moi qui ne crains pas les peines cruelles Je ne vivrai pas sans souffrir un jour Quand vous en serez au temps des cerises Vous aurez aussi des chagrins d’amour
J’aimerai toujours le temps des cerises C’est de ce temps-là que je garde au coeur Une plaie ouverte Et Dame Fortune, en m’étant offerte Ne saura jamais calmer ma douleur J’aimerai toujours le temps des cerises Et le souvenir que je garde au coeur
As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will Through windows in the dark The children come, the children go Like arrows with no targets Like shackles made of snow
True love leaves no traces If you and I are one It’s lost in our embraces Like stars against the sun As a falling leaf may rest A moment on the air So your head upon my breast So my hand upon your hair
And many nights endure Without a moon or star So we will endure When one is gone and far
True love leaves no traces If you and I are one It’s lost in our embraces Like stars against the sun
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more No, I aint gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more Well, I wake up in the morning Fold my hands and pray for rain I got a head full of ideas That are drivin’ me insane It’s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more.
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more No, I aint gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more Well, he hands you a nickel He hands you a dime He asks you with a grin If you’re havin’ a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother more.
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more No, I aint gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more Well, he puts his cigar Out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window It is made out of bricks The National Guard stands around his door Ah, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more.
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more Well, when she talks to all the servants About man and God and law Everybody says She’s the brains behind pa She’s sixty-eight, but she says she’s twenty-four I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more.
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more I aint gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more Well, I try my best To be just like I am But everybody wants you To be just like them They say sing while you slave and I just get bored I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/bob_dylan/maggies_farm.htm
The lyrics of the song follow a straightforward blues structure, with the opening line of each verse (“I ain’t gonna work…”) sung twice, then reiterated at the end of the verse. The third to fifth lines of each verse elaborate on and explain the sentiment expressed in the verse’s opening/closing lines.
“Maggie’s Farm” is frequently interpreted as Dylan‘s declaration of independence from the protest folk movement.[1] Punning on Silas McGee’s Farm, where he had performed “Only a Pawn in Their Game” at a civil rights protest in 1963 (featured in the film Dont Look Back), Maggie’s Farm recasts Dylan as the pawn and the folk music scene as the oppressor. The middle stanzas ridicule various types in the folk scene, the promoter who tries to control your art (fining you when you slam the door), the paranoid militant (whose window is bricked over), and the condescending activist who is more uptight than she claims (“She’s 68 but she says she’s 54”). The first and last stanzas detail how Dylan feels strait-jacketed by the expectations of the folk scene (“It’s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor” and “they say sing while you slave”), needing room to express his “head full of ideas,” and complains that, even though he tries his best to be just like he is, “everybody wants you to be just like them”.
The song, essentially a protest song against protest folk, represents Dylan’s transition from a folk singer who sought authenticity in traditional song-forms and activist politics to an innovative stylist whose self-exploration made him a cultural muse for a generation. (See “Like a Rolling Stone” and influence on The Beatles, etc.)
On the other hand, this biographical context provides only one of many lenses through which to interpret the text. While some may see “Maggie’s Farm” as a repudiation of the protest-song tradition associated with folk music, it can also (ironically) be seen as itself a deeply political protest song. We are told, for example, that the “National Guard” stands around the farm door, and that Maggie’s mother talks of “Man and God and Law.” The “farm” that Dylan sings of can in this case easily represent racism, state oppression and capitalist exploitation.
In fact this theme of capitalist exploitation came to be seen by some as the major theme of the song. In this interpretation, Maggie’s Farm is the military industrial complex, and Dylan is singing for the youth of his time, urging them to reject society.
(Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maggie%27s_Farm)
Song- Thank You For The Music Composer- Benny Andersson Performed By- ABBA Album- Gold: Greatest Hits Lyrics– I’m nothing special, in fact I’m a bit of a bore If I tell a joke, you’ve probably heard it before But I have a talent, a wonderful thing ’cause everyone listens when I start to sing I’m so grateful and proud All I want is to sing it out loud
So I say Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty What would life be? Without a song or a dance what are we? So I say thank you for the music For giving it to me
Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk She says I began to sing long before I could talk And I’ve often wondered, how did it all start? Who found out that nothing can capture a heart Like a melody can? Well, whoever it was, I’m a fan
So I say Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty What would life be? Without a song or a dance what are we? So I say thank you for the music For giving it to me
I’ve been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair I wanna sing it out to everybody What a joy, what a life, what a chance!
So I say Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty What would life be? Without a song or a dance what are we? So I say thank you for the music For giving it to me So I say thank you for the music For giving it to me
Some of the most beautiful folk songs are now made available to the world, due to the internet, You-Tube, and so many music lovers, people who may be all around the world, but keep in their hearts, like the spot light from a lighthouse, or like the candle in the window sill, the memory larger then themselves, that of their ancestors. They hear the first sounds they grew into and out of, like everything else learned again to apreciate the more they are amiss…But never lost.
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