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piątek, 18 maja 2012

Depuis que je commence à faire de vieux os,
Avide de conseils, souvent un jouvenceau
Me demande la marche à suivre et s'il est bon
D'aller par-ci, par-là, scrupuleux je réponds :

{Refrain:}
Crosse en l'air ou bien fleur au fusil,
C'est à toi d'en décider, choisis !
A toi seul de trancher s'il vaut mieux
Dire "amen" ou "merde à Dieu".

Et le brave petit blâme ma position,
M'accuse de danser la valse hésitation.
Cet âge exècre l'attitude des Normands,
Les seuls à lui parler en fait honnêtement.

{Refrain}

Facile d'entraîner de jeunes innocents !
Puisqu'il est interdit d'interdire à présent,
Lors, en bonne justice, il est déconseillé
De donner des conseils, surtout s'ils sont payés.

{Refrain}

A gauche, à droite, au centre ou alors à l'écart,
Je ne puis t'indiquer où tu dois aller, car
Moi le fil d'Ariane me fait un peu peur
Et je ne m'en sers plus que pour couper le beurre.

{Refrain}

Quand tous les rois Pétaud crient "Viv' la république",
Que "Mort aux vaches" même est un slogan de flic,
Que l'on parle de paix le cul sur des canons,
Bienheureux celui qui s'y retrouve, moi non !

{Refrain}

La vérité d'ailleurs flotte au gré des saisons.
Tout fier dans son sillage, on part, on a raison.
Mais au cours du voyage, elle a viré de bord,
Elle a changé de cap, on arrive : on a tort.

{Refrain}

20:10, kuchnianorweska
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by Eric Clapton and Gary Brooker

Catch me if you can; I won't be easy to find.
I got a woman at home that's driving me out of my mind.
Catch me if you can; it won't be easy to do.
And I'm warning you brother I won't be leaving no clues.

Catch me if you can; I won't be leaving no scent.
I've been running the wrong way, I think it's time that I went.
Believe me, I'm a man; I ain't easy to tend.
And I'm moving on out, so catch me if you can.

There's no use bothering with the lost and found.
You'd better find a shovel, 'cause I've gone to ground.
Little girl never did pay me no mind.
I guess I'll have to go and leave her behind. So . . .

First Verse

Chorus

First Verse

19:45, kuchnianorweska
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Driven conversations, even I can read (dream?)

Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream (?)

Taking medications, in the back of the room

Driven conversations, he died in June.


See the stab wounds in his hands

See him dying in his room

He's dying in his room

He's dying in his room

Heading for me, heading this way

He is coming, I don't care


Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind

Giving conversations to a friend of mine

Giving medications, in a lighted room

Wouldn't want to fake it (thank him?), I know I should


See the stab wounds in his hands

You killed him, I don't care

Keep a promise, you would too

Keep a promise, you would too

See the silence in his head

He is coming, I don't care


We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind

Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time (?)

Giving conversations, to (?) whom they don't know

Taking medications till my stomach's full.


See a famine in his head

See him coming at their heels

He loves you, give him a chance

I don't love him, I don't care

See him starving, give her hell

It is over, we don't care In His Room


This verse is from the Offramp Club (11/90) and appears

on "Outcesticide 3" and "A Season In Hell". It was repeated

for all 3 verses. I think the chorus is the same as the

previous version.


Wouldn't wanna fake it, even if I try

Feelin' so sedated, even if I'm high

Taking medications, Till my stomach's full

Wouldn't want to fake it, running in the hole. (2nd & 3rd repeat: going)

11:00, kuchnianorweska
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I love to speak with Leonard
He?s a sportsman and a shepherd
He?s a lazy bastard
Living in a suit

But he does say what I tell him
Even though it isn?t welcome
He will never have the freedom
To refuse

He will speak these words of wisdom
Like a sage, a man of vision
Though he knows he?s really nothing
But the brief elaboration of a tube

Going home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
To where it?s better
Than before

Going home
Without my burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without the costume
That I wore

He wants to write a love song
An anthem of forgiving
A manual for living with defeat

A cry above the suffering
A sacrifice recovering
But that isn?t what I want him to complete

I want to make him certain
That he doesn?t have a burden
That he doesn?t need a vision

That he only has permission
To do my instant bidding
That is to SAY what I have told him
To repeat

Going home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
Going home
To where it?s better
han before

Going home
Without my burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without the costume
That I wore

I love to speak with Leonard
He?s a sportsman and a shepherd
He?s a lazy bastard
Living in a suit

10:15, kuchnianorweska
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Take the water to the mountain;

Take the river to the sea.

Let the forest be salvation

Long before it needs to be.


Take the water to the mountain;

Let your body flow upstream.

Let it cascade off your shoulders;

Be the body of your dreams.


Take the water to the mountain;

Let the sun shine on your ground.

You decide your every movement;

Let the water to the land.


Take the water to the mountain;

Cross the Great Divide of Love.

Put to Nature all you can give;

Let the Mother know your heart.


Take the water to the mountain;

Let's become alive again.

Holy water, holy mountain,

Holy river, holy tree.

05:40, kuchnianorweska
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Obudź się,

Weź pędzelek i zrób mały make-up (make-up)

Weź pędzelek i zrób mały

Ukryj blizny, aby zniwelować (wstrząs)

Ukryj blizny, aby zniwelować

Dlaczego zostawiłeś klucze na stole?

Oto ty, tworzący nową bajkę

Chcesz

Weź pędzelek i zrób mały make-up

Chcesz

Ukryj blizny, aby zniwelować wstrząs

Chcesz

Dlaczego zostawiasz klucze na stole?

Chcesz

Nie sądzę, że ufasz

W słuszność mojego samobójstwa

Płaczę, gdy anioły zasługują na śmierć (śmierć)

Obudź się,

Weź pędzelek i zrób mały make-up (make-up)

Weź pędzelek i zrób mały make-up

Ukryj blizny, aby zniwelować (wstrząs)

Ukryj blizny, aby zniwelować

Dlaczego zostawiasz klucze na stole?

Oto ty, tworzący nową bajkę

Chcesz

Weź pędzelek i zrób mały make-up

Chcesz

Ukryj blizny, aby zniwelować wstrząs

Chcesz

Dlaczego zostawiasz klucze na stole?

Chcesz

Nie myślę, że ufasz

W słuszność mojego samobójstwo

Płaczę, gdy anioły zasługują na śmierć

W słuszność mojego samobójstwa

Płaczę, gdy anioły zasługują na śmierć

Ojcze, Ojcze, Ojcze, Ojcze

Ojcze, w Twoje ręce powierzam Mojego ducha

Ojcze, w Twoje ręce...

Czemuś Mnie opuścił?

Zapomniałeś mnie w swych oczach

Zapomniałeś mnie w swych myślach

Zapomniałeś mnie w swym sercu

Zaufaj w słuszność mojego samobójstwa

Płaczę, gdy anioły zasługują na śmierć

W moje słuszne samobójstwo

Płaczę, gdy anioły zasługują na śmierć

04:00, kuchnianorweska
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Everybody rize

Smile, i'ma blow a hole in your neck
And leave ya standin there lookin stupid like beck
Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here if you
Ain't down wit tha clown

Fuck rednecks dum diddy dum
Barrels in your mouth, shreds your tongue
Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here if you
Ain't down wit tha clown

Fuck gene simmons you make me sick
Psycho circus you just stole my shit
Spit your blood out and do your dance
But i'ma kick that ass through your leather pants

Fuck palooza big festivals
We'll never sell out with you bitch ass hoes
Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here if you
Ain't down wit tha clown

Everybody raized down the east side (rize)
Everybody raized down the west side (rize)
Everybody raized down the north side(rize)
South side (rize), everybody rize (2x)

Fuck money, i was raised up without shit
Thats how i'll die, thats how i like it
Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here if you
Ain't down wit tha clown!

I scream! i make towers shatter
I hoop the moon through the rings of saturn
Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here if you
Ain't down wit tha clown!

I say what i want, whatever i feel
Fuck your big contract record deal
Paper ain't shit you's amungst the dead
Dark carnival alacoombaciad

Fuck videos, and radio play
Fuck shit, can suck my dick all day
Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here if you
Ain't down wit tha clown!

Everybody raized down the east side (rize)
Everybody raized down the west side (rize)
Everybody raized down the north side(rize)
South side (rize), everybody rize (2x)

Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Now thats straight from my heart
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick

Michael isner can suck my dick
If he got some kinda problem with my shit
Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here if you
Ain't down wit tha clown!

Your just a faggot!
Korn faggot!
They call you that cuz you act like a bitch
Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here, fuck outta here!

Fuck skin color everybodies blue
Then what would all these biggots do?
Instead of your tone, they'd hate your size
Thats why i must pluck out all of there eye's

Icp, we roam alone
Ever since then a city ghetto zone
Now everybody jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here if you
Ain't down with tha clown!!!!!!

Everybody raized down the east side (rize)
Everybody raized down the west side (rize)
Everybody raized down the north side(rize)
South side (rize), everybody rize (2x)

01:25, kuchnianorweska
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czwartek, 17 maja 2012

Quand tu partis, quand
Tu levas le camp
Pour suivre les pas
De ton vieux nabab,
De peur qu' je n' sois triste,
Tu allas chez l' fleuriste
Quérir un' fleur bleue,
Un petit bouquet d'adieu,
Bouquet d'artifice ;
Un myosotis,
En disant tout bas
Ne m'oubliez pas.

Afin d'avoir l'heur'
De parler de toi,
J'appris à la fleur
Le langag' françois.
Sitôt qu'elles causent
Paraît que les roses
Murmurent toujours
Trois ou quatre mots d'amour.
Les myosotis
Eux autres vous dis'nt,
Vous disent tout bas :
Ne m'oubliez pas.

Les temps ont passé.
D'autres fiancées,
Parole d'honneur,
M'offrir'nt le bonheur.
Dès qu'une bergère
Me devenait chère,
Sortant de son pot
Se dressant sur ses ergots
Le myosotis
Braillait comme dix
Pour dire "Hé là-bas,
Ne m'oubliez pas."

Un jour Dieu sait quand,
Je lèv'rai le camp,
Je m'envol'rai vers
Le ciel ou l'enfer.
Que mes légataires,
Mes testamentaires,
Aient l'extrême bonté,
Sur mon ventre de planter
Ce sera justic'
Le myosotis
Qui dira tout bas :
Ne m'oubliez pas.

Si tu vis encor',
Petite pécor',
Un d' ces quat' jeudis,
Viens si l'cœur t'en dit
Au dernier asile
De cet imbécile
Qui a gâché son cœur,
Au nom d'une simple fleur.
Y a neuf chanc's sur dix
Qu' le myosotis
Te dise tout bas :
Ne m'oubliez pas.

22:50, kuchnianorweska
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You are far

When I could have been your star

You listened to people

Who scared you to death

And from my heart

Strange that you were strong enough

To even make a start

But you'll never find

Peace of mind

Till you listen to your heart


People

You can never change the way the feel

Better let them do just what they will

For they will

If you let them

Steal your heart from you

People

Will always make a lover feel a fool

But you knew I loved you

We could have shown them all

We should have seen love through


Fooled me with the tears in your eyes

Covered me with kisses and lies

So goodbye

But please don't take my heart


You are far

I'm never gonna be your star

I'll pick up the pieces

And mend my heart

Maybe I'll be strong enough

I don't know where to start

But I'll never find

Peace of mind

While I listen to my heart


People

You can never change the way the feel

Better let them do just what they will

For they will

If you let them

Steal your heart from you

People

Will always make a lover feel a fool

But you knew I loved you

We could have shown them all

We should have seen love through


But remember this

Every other kiss

That you'll ever give

Long as we both live

When you need the hand of another man

One you really can surrender with

I will wait for you

Like I always do

There's something there

That can't compare with any other


You are far

When I could have been your star

You listened to people

Who scared you to death

And from my heart

Strange that I was wrong enough

To think you'd love me too

I guess you were kissing a fool

You must have been kissing a fool

19:55, kuchnianorweska
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All my friends drive a Low Rider
And a Low Rider is a little lower
Take a little trip
Take a little trip
Take a little trip, you and me...
Ah yeah...
Oh shit, Aw shit, uh, yep.

18:00, kuchnianorweska
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