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Post by Frenchy Faith on Jun 15, 2004 4:18:34 GMT -5
Mylène Farmer
Draw a sheep for me (inspired by St Exupéry's novel : The Little Prince)
What a loneliness To die Without the certainty To be at least
One particle Of life A tiny dot Useful to someone
What a loneliness To ignore What eyes Can't see
The adult's world Isolated An abrupt world And here I'm down in the dumps
Chorus: Draw a sheep for me The sky is empty without imagination That's it Draw a sheep for me To become again the child we were Draw a sheep for me The world is sad without imagination Draw a sheep for me That's it Draw a sheep for me Apprivoiser l'absurdité du Monde
What a loneliness To tell yourself That the bite Of time is nothing
The dream is a bubble Of life A good capital Useful to grief
Failure Of pips But I want to believe In the beyond
And to live is hard Always a choice But I swear The world belongs to me
Chorus
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Post by Frenchy Faith on Jun 15, 2004 4:30:36 GMT -5
Mylène Farmer
Innamoramento
I didn't choose to be born But that's here, the Innamoramento Love, death maybe But stop time for a word Everything dilate and give in to you And that's here the Innamoramento His whole being impose to me To find maybe at last an echo
Les Mots (The Words) duet with Seal (english / french song)
Chorus M.F.: The universe has its mysteries The words are our lives Seal: We could kill a life with words Soul, how would it feel M.F.: If our lives are so frail Seal: Words are mysteries M.F.: The words, the feelings The words of love, a temple
I wish so much you could understand
I wish so much you could understand You that I'm gonna leave tonight That one can feel a lot of sorrow And looking not having any With injured heart keep on smiling With apparent indifference To the last words to be written When a novel 's ending bad With frantic soul, then save one's face And sing with eyes full of tears And in an icy universe Give impression of happiness
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Post by Xander Snaps on Jun 15, 2004 5:46:15 GMT -5
Chorus M.F.: The universe has its mysteries The words are our lives Seal: We could kill a life with words Soul, how would it feel M.F.: If our lives are so frail Seal: Words are mysteries M.F.: The words, the feelings The words of love, a temple What's it mean by M.F. in this song?
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Post by Frenchy Faith on Jun 16, 2004 3:07:56 GMT -5
[glow=purple,3,90000]MF means Mylène Farmer, she sings this song with Seal. Each of them have their lines to say, she said hers in french, & I translated it to post her ;D[/glow]
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april
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My Core: Isolated. You fear love. Though you are love itself. Does that mean I fear myself?
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Post by april on Jun 16, 2004 12:07:38 GMT -5
The following is a song that my close friend Jason just recently wrote for me... "Burn" He stole the brightness from your eyes when you were young every single kiss from him lays bitter on your tongue Everything he was to you, he threw it all away Every day I wonder why it is you even stay...
Do you remember all the times we shared? Loving and laughing, you were never scared In my arms you'll forever lay Bringing April's beauty to a winter day...
He's never there for you in the kind of ways you need ruining your love for him with his anger and his greed covering your clear, blue skies with a filthy coat of smog, Treating you in ways that aren't fit, even for a dog
I know you think you're in too deep, I know you think the road's too steep In the end, I hope you'll see That I can end your misery
He's the one who drives his sadness deep into your soul Changing your now broken heart to a lifeless piece of coal Suffering through your anti-social world of hopeless fear The only pain you ever showed was a solitary tear
Hold my hand, call out my name Kiss my lips, you'll know no pain Stay with me, here tonight I'll hold you close till the morning's light
Deal with him in the afternoon Call him up to break the news... When it's time to say farewell Don't worry, dear... He'll burn in hell.Very good (and sweet) song. It's so much better with the guitar in it too. I loved it. I swear this guy understands me better than I understand myself... (if you're interested, song is available for download here)
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Post by Frenchy Faith on Jun 21, 2004 5:43:00 GMT -5
[glow=purple,1,900000]Genesis - A land of confusion
Too many men Too many people Making too many problems And not much love to go round Can't you see This is a land of confusion.
This is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth fighting for.[/glow]
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NaturalJoe
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Post by NaturalJoe on Jul 20, 2004 1:57:36 GMT -5
Uh...go Primus? ;D
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Post by Frenchy Faith on Jul 20, 2004 2:11:53 GMT -5
What's that ?
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Post by Xander Snaps on Jul 20, 2004 3:48:35 GMT -5
Ummmmmm, huh???
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NaturalJoe
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Post by NaturalJoe on Jul 20, 2004 23:49:30 GMT -5
Um...it's this band...yeah...
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Post by Frenchy Faith on Jul 21, 2004 3:45:23 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,900000]C'mon tell us more. What kind of music do they make, can u give some lyrics & stuff? ;D[/glow]
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Post by Xander Snaps on Jul 21, 2004 3:55:02 GMT -5
I don't think i've ever heard of that band. I usually just listen to Avril Lavigne and Evanescence now.
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NaturalJoe
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Post by NaturalJoe on Jul 21, 2004 8:49:27 GMT -5
Here Come the Bastards Here they come Here come the bastards I heard it from a confidant - Who heard it form a confidant They’re definitely on their way There’s one with this idea Something about a hammer head shark Nosehairs and flatus Best keep your distance because Here they come, here come the bastards Bury your head deep in the sand Anonymity is a virtue in this day and age Amazing hand dexterity Flagrant misuse of security Better run, run, run, run, run Run run run run, here they come. rmparadise.net/n-p/primus.htmlCheck them out there. Listen to all their songs...NOW!
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Post by Frenchy Faith on Jul 21, 2004 10:00:46 GMT -5
[glow=purple,3,90000]I'm not fan. I listened many & I don't hate but I can't really say I like. The guitar reminds me of a song we sing with the Scout called "The Black Cat" tho, lol [/glow]
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NaturalJoe
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Post by NaturalJoe on Jul 22, 2004 0:01:09 GMT -5
You mean the electric or the bass guitar? The bass is the dominant in all of their songs.
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Post by Frenchy Faith on Jul 22, 2004 0:33:21 GMT -5
The bass guitar, I mean the bass guitar. The use of it makes something original I think.
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NaturalJoe
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Post by NaturalJoe on Jul 22, 2004 0:37:05 GMT -5
What song(s) did you listen to?
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Post by Frenchy Faith on Jul 22, 2004 0:50:00 GMT -5
[glow=purple,3,9000000]I listened to "Seas of Cheese" "Here come the Bastards", "Tommy the Cat", "Sathington Waltz" & "The Final Voyage Of The Liquid Sky"[/glow]
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NaturalJoe
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Post by NaturalJoe on Jul 22, 2004 0:52:28 GMT -5
None of those songs make sense, do they? ;D Check out "Jerry Was a Race Car Driver". I can play the bass part for that song.
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Post by Frenchy Faith on Aug 28, 2004 1:54:03 GMT -5
[glow=purple,3,900000000] Trouble With Me from Tara Maclean
The trouble with me is I keep believing in the wrong things Who needs to believe anyway. I have given all. I have seen what it brings. I wish it all away. salvage what I can. I always ran. Now I’m gone in a ragenow I’m gone in a rage.
The trouble with me is I put faith in everything. Who needs hope anyway. And now my tongue is stained with words I do not mean And there’s nothing left to say. My body lands in the coldest hands. Now I’m gone in a rageand now I’m gone in a rage.
I’m gone now you see her now you don’t. Did you touch hercan you runnow she’s gone in a rage
The trouble with me is I keep believing there are better things. Well there just has to be. This play of the way. the caressable stings. It’s intangible to me. Biting in your frozen skin. now I’m gone in a rage.
The trouble with me is I keep believing in the wrong things. [/glow]
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