Guns'N'Roses -- November Rain

Guns'N'Roses, l'un des grands groupes des années 90. Ils se sont perdus en chemin, mais ils auront laissé deux trois belles chansons.



When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hlod you
Don't you know I feel the same

'Cause nothin' last forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold the candle
In the cold november rain

We've been throught this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain

But lovers always come and lovers always go
And no one really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away

If we could take the time to lay it one the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine

So if you want to love me
Then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold november rain

Do you need some time... On your own
Do you need some time... All alone
Everybody needs some time... On their own
Don't you know you need some time... All alone

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need sometimes... On my own
Sometimes I need sometimes... All alone
Everybody needs some time... On their own
Don't you know you need some time... All alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So nevermind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold november rain

Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everynody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

Boston - More than a feeling

Certains disent que Cobain a piqué le riff de Smells like Teen Spirit sur celui de More than a feeling. Je vous laisse juger.





I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

Its more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky

Its more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin away

When Im tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped awa y. she slipped away.

Its more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin away

Sebasto - Fais la poule

Fais la poule, tu verras, tu seras plus cool!!! Sebasto est le digne héritier de Patrick Sébastien et autres Bézu (paix à son âme comme on dit). Vivement le prochain mariage pour entendre cette "killer song"!



Quand j'étais petit garçon,
Parfois je me disputais,
Dans la cour de récréation,
Et souvent j'étais fâché,
Alors je venais pleurer,
Sur les genoux de ma grand-mère,
Qui savait me consoler,
En fredonnant ce petit air:

{Refrain:}
Fais la poule, fais la poule,
Tu verras, tu seras plus cool,
Fais la poule, fais la poule,
Seul ou au milieu de la foule,
Fais la poule, fais la poule,
Seul remède, si t'es en boule,
Et tu verras tous tes amis
Reprendront en coeur ce joyeux refrain.

Si tu sens parfois,
Venir la mauvaise humeur,
Tu peux retrouver la joie,
Le sourire en un quart d'heure,
Même si t'as de bonnes raisons,
De te mettre en colère,
Fais de la respiration,
Et entonne ce petit air:

{Refrain:}
Fais la poule, fais la poule,
Tu verras, tu seras plus cool,
Fais la poule, fais la poule,
Seul ou au milieu de la foule,
Fais la poule, fais la poule,
Seul remède, si t'es en boule,
Et tu verras tous tes amis
Reprendront en coeur ce joyeux refrain.

Manu Chao - Bongo bong

Le meilleur mec avec un chapeau bizarre (après Laam et Jamiroquai quand même). Sans doute le seul artiste français qui s'exporte dans le monde entier!



Mama was queen of the mambo
Papa was king of the Congo
Deep down in the jungle
I started bangin' my first bongo
Every monkey'd like to be
In my place instead of me
Cause I'm the king of bongo, baby
I'm the king of bongo bong
I went to the big town
Where there is a lot of sound
From the jungle to the city
Looking for a bigger crown
So I play my boogie
For the people of big city
But they don't go crazy
When I'm bangin' in my boogie
I'm the "king of the bongo, king of the bongo bong"
Hear me when I come
King of the bongo, king of the bongo bong
They say that I'm a clown
Making too much dirty sound
They say there is no place for little monkey in this town
Nobody'd like to be in my place instead of me
Cause nobody go crazy when I'm bangin' on my boogie
I'm the king of the bongo, king of the bongo bong
Hear me when I come
"King of the bongo, king of the bongo bong"
Bangin' on my bongo all that swing belongs to me
I'm so happy there's nobody in my place instead of me
I'm a king without a crown hanging loose in a big town
But I'm the king of bongo baby I'm the king of bongo bong
King of the bongo, king of the bongo bong
Hear me when I come, baby, king of the bongo, king of the bongo bong...

Mireille Matthieu - Le chant des partisans

L'hymne de la résistance française pendant l'occupation. Ca prend aux tripes.




Ami, entends-tu le vol noir des corbeaux sur nos plaines ?
Ami, entends-tu les cris sourds du pays qu'on enchaîne ?
Ohé partisans, ouvriers et paysans, c'est l'alarme !
Ce soir l'ennemi connaîtra le prix du sang et des larmes.

Montez de la mine, descendez des collines, camarades,
Sortez de la paille les fusils, la mitraille, les grenades;
Ohé les tueurs, à la balle et au couteau tuez vite !
Ohé saboteur, attention à ton fardeau : dynamite ...

C'est nous qui brisons les barreaux des prisons, pour nos frères,
La haine à nos trousses, et la faim qui nous pousse, la misère.
Il y a des pays où les gens aux creux des lits font des rêves
Ici, nous, vois-tu, nous on marche et nous on tue, nous on crève...

Ici chacun sait ce qu'il veut, ce qu'il fait quand il passe ;
Ami, si tu tombes, un ami sort de l'ombre à ta place.
Demain du sang noir séchera au grand soleil sur les routes
Chantez, compagnons, dans la nuit la liberté nous écoute...

Mogwai - Friend of the night

Les amis de la nuit, écoutez quel bruit formidable ils font.