Favorite song lyrics

[lebanese_a]

This song reminds me of someone (specially the refrain) that's why I like it:

Elle

Elle, a la peau couleur du soleil,
Elle a le secret des abeilles,
Elle sait comme on fait des enfants.

Elle, c’est un avion blanc dans le ciel,
Elle a déjà brûlé ses ailes,
Elle est née dans un ouragan.

Elle, je l’ai croqué comme une pomme,
Elle n’en veut parler à personne,
Elle a les yeux de l’océan.

Elle, moitié Venise et moitié Rome,
Elle a déjà aimé des hommes,
Elle a le cœur comme un diamant.

Refrain :
Elle, c’est un loup, une tourterelle,
C’est un animal étonnant.
Elle, moitié velours, moitié dentelle,
Toujours cruelle et cependant,
C’est une lady, lady elle,
C’est une femme tout simplement.

Elle, je connaît ses châteaux de paille,
Elle a grandit a la campagne,
Elle a le sourire de ces gens.

Elle, dans toutes les soirées de la ville,
Elle a le feeling et le style,
Elle fait tout ça naturellement.

Refrain

Elle, a la peau couleur du soleil,
Elle a des larmes au goût de miel,
Elle pleure comme pleurent les enfants.

Elle c’est le plus violent des poèmes,
Elle n’a pas peur de dire je t’aime,
Elle fait l’amour exclusivement.

Refrain

[di]

American Pie By Don McLean
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Long long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile and I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while but February made me shiver with every paper I delivered, bad news on the door step, I couldn't take one more step, I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride but something touched me deep inside, the day, the music, died. So...

CHORUS
Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above, if the bible tells you so, and do you believe in rock n' roll, can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well I know that you're in love with him cuz I saw you dancin in the gym you both kicked off your shoes and I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage bronkin buck with a pink carnation and a pick up truck but I knew I was out of luck, the day, the music, died. I started singin...

Chorus

Now for ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a rollin stone but that's not how it used to be, when the jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean and a voice that came from you and me, oh and while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown the courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned, and while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park and we sang dirges in the dark, the day, the music, died. We were singin...

Chorus

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin fast, its the land that falled on the grass the players tried for a forward pass with the jester on the sidelines in a cast, now the half-time air was sweet perfume while the sergeants played a marching tune we all got up to dance oh but we never got the chance oh as the players tried to take the field the marching band refused to yield do you recall what was revealed, the day, the music, died. We started singin...

Chorus

Oh and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with no time left to start again, so come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle stick because fire is the devils only friend, oh and as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clinched in fists of rage, no angel born in hell could break that satan's spell and as the planes climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial right I saw satan laughing with delight, the day, the music, died. He was singin...

Chorus

I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news but she just smiled and turned away, I went down to the sacred store where I'd heard the music years before but the man there said the music wouldn't play and in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed but not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken and the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, they caught the last train for the coast, the day, the music, died, and they were singin...

Chorus

They were singin... Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die.


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[di]

Back home again
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Theres a storm across the valley, clouds are rollin in
The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders
Theres a truck out on the four lane a mile or more away
The whinin of his wheels just makes it colder

Hes an hour away from ridin on your prayers up in the sky
And ten days on the road are barely gone
Theres a fire softly burnin, suppers on the stove
But its the light in your eyes that makes him warm

Hey its good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend
Yes n hey, its good to be back home again

Theres all the news to tell him, howd you spend your time
Whats the latest thing the neighbors say
And your mother called last friday, sunshine made her cry
You felt the baby move just yesterday

Hey its good to be back home again - yes it is
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend
Yes n hey, its good to be back home again

Oh the time that I can lay this tired old body down
Feel your fingers feather soft upon me
The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way
The happiness that that livin with you brings me

Its the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you
Its the little things that make a house a home
Like a fire softly burnin supper on the stove
The light in your eyes that makes me warm

Hey its good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend
Yes n hey, its good to be back home again

Hey its good to be back home again - you know it is
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend
Hey, its good to be back home again
I said hey its good to be back home again

Words and music by John Denver
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[Arze]

Foule sentimentale
Alain Souchon

http://perso.orange.fr/heliopolisbis...sentiment.html

Oh la la la vie en rose,

Le rose qu'on nous propose,

D'avoir des quantités d' choses

Qui donnent envie d'autre chose.
Aïe, on nous fait croire
Que le bonheur c'est d'avoir
D'en avoir plein nos armoires,
Dérisions de nous dérisoires car...

Foule sentimentale,

On a soif d'idéal,

Attiré par les étoiles, les voiles,
Que des choses pas commerciales.
Foule sentimentale,
Il faut voir comme on nous parle,
Comme on nous parle.

Il se dégage

De ces cartons d'emballage

Des gens lavés, hors d'usage
Et tristes et sans aucun avantage.
On nous inflige
Des désirs qui nous affligent.
On nous prend, faut pas déconner, dès qu'on est né,
Pour des cons alors qu'on est
Des

Foules sentimentales

Avec soif d'idéal,

Attiré par les étoiles, les voiles,
Que des choses pas commerciales.
Foule sentimentale,
Il faut voir comme on nous parle,
Comme on nous parle.

En nous Claudia Scheffer.

En nous Paul-Loup Sulitzer.

Oh le mal qu'on peut nous faire
Et qui ravagea la moquerie.

Du ciel dévale

Un désir qui nous emballe,

Pour demain nos enfants pâles,

Un mieux, un rêve, un cheval.

Foule sentimentale,

On a soif d'idéal,

Attiré par les étoiles, les voiles,

Que des choses pas commerciales.
Foule sentimentale,
Il faut voir comme on nous parle,
Comme on nous parle.

Foule sentimentale............ La vie en rose<?XML:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O /><O:P> </O:P>
On a soif d'idéal............ Le rose qu'on nous propose<O:P> </O:P>
Attirée par les étoiles, les voiles.... D'avoir des quantités d'choses<O:P> </O:P>
Que des choses pas commercial...Qui donnent envie d'autre chose<O:P> </O:P>
Foule sentimentale.............. On nous fait croire<O:P> </O:P>
Il faut voir comme on nous parle... Que le bonheur c'est d'avoir<O:P> </O:P>
Comme on nous parle.......... De l'avoir plein nos armoires.<O:P> </O:P>
Foule sentimentale......... Dérisions de nous de nous dérisoires<O:P> </O:P>
On a soif d'idéal.............. Il se dégage<O:P> </O:P>
Attirée par les étoiles, les voiles,.... Le rose qu'on nous propose<O:P> </O:P>
Que des choses pas commerciales... Des gens lavés, hors d'usage<O:P> </O:P>
Foule sentimentale............ Et tristes et sans avantages<O:P> </O:P>
Il faut voir comme on nous parle........ On nous inflige<O:P> </O:P>
Comme on nous parle........... Des désirs qui nous affligent.<O:P> </O:P>
Foule sentimentale.... On nous Claudia Schieffer. <O:P></O:P>
On a soif d'idéal.... On nous Paul-Loup Sulitzer.<O:P> </O:P>
Attirée par les étoiles, les voiles,.... On nous fait l'caractère<O:P> </O:P>
Que des choses pas commercial... D'avoir des quantités d'choses<O:P> </O:P>
Foule sentimentale,.. Qui donnent envie d'autres choses<O:P> </O:P>
Il faut voir comme on nous parle,<O:P> </O:P>

Comme on nous parle.

[lebanesekid]

My favourit song lyrics: WAWA...... lol, not really.

I love Fadl Shaker's song Tadry Leih, sorry, dont know the lyrics off heart.

[di]

Mamma By Nana Mouskouri
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This is the tale of a little boy
Wandering far from his home
Most of his family were with him then
And nothing but life did they own
Tortured by war in their native land
Their only recourse was to flight
Tracing the path of the sun by day
And led by the north star at night
Onward they pressed to the promised land
Not knowing if that was the way
And none of the children could understand
And this little boy used to say
Hey, hey, hey

Mama , where do we go from here
Mamma, why can' t we stay
Mamma, is daddy very near
Mamma, why do you pray

Down came the winter, the food was scarce
The people were falling like flies
Disease helped starvation make matters worse
And parents resorted to lies
Hush, your mamma will soon be well
Though all they can do is to wait
And one little boy hears the doctor tell
The others he thinks it' s too late
It' s too late

Mamma, he whispers quietly
Mamma, you' re looking old
Mamma, why don' t you answer me
Mamma, your hands feel cold

He rushes out into the chilly night
He can' t beleive what he has been told
The tears in his eyes start to blur his sight
And freeze on his face with the cold
But in the next camp, ther is a mother mild
Who' s mourning a son passed away
And fate brings the cries of the little child
To her just as he starts to say
Hey, hey, hey

Mamma, she knows what she must do
mamma, she thinks of her
Mamma, I must take the place of you
And take him into my care

Mamma, oh oh...

[orange addict]

2pac: changes


Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a **** about a negro
pull the trigger kill a ***** he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is

[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
[Repeat]

[2]
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is

[Bridge]

[Talking:]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.

[3]
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp slap you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
& I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years

[Inanna]

Le vent ne ramène jamais les nuages d'autrefois
Michel Jonasz


Où vont les nuages gris
Poussés par le vent d'Automne
Où va s'échouer ma vie
Ma destinée tourbillonne

Je ne te demande plus
De revenir vers moi
Le vent ne ramène jamais les nuages d'autrefois
Le vent ne ramène jamais les nuages d'autrefois

Où vont les nuages blancs
Quand l'hiver vient d'arriver
Comment t'être indiffèrent
Quand le bonheur a dérivé

Je n'attends plus le printemps
Non, il ne reviendra pas
Le vent ne ramène jamais les nuages d'autrefois
Le vent ne ramène jamais les nuages d'autrefois

Où vont les nuages noirs
Chargés par la pluie d'orage
Ô pourquoi dans ma mémoire
La tempête fait-elle rage ?

Je ne peux pas t'oublier
Mais je n'entends plus ta voix
Le vent ne ramène jamais les nuages d'autrefois
Le vent ne ramène jamais les nuages d'autrefois

[lebanese_a]

Michel Sardou & Garou

La rivière de notre enfance

Je me souviens d'un arbre
Je me souviens du vent
De ces rumeurs de vagues
Au bout de l'océan
Je me souviens d'une ville
Je me souviens d'une voix
De ces Noëls qui brillent
Dans la neige et le froid

Je me souviens d'un rêve
Je me souviens d'un roi
D'un été qui s'achève
D'une maison de bois
Je me souviens du ciel
Je me souviens de l'eau
D'une robe en dentelle
Déchirée dans le dos

{Refrain:}
Ce n'est pas du sang qui coule dans nos veines
C'est la rivière de notre enfance
Ce n'est pas sa mort qui me fait d'la peine
C'est de n'plus voir mon père qui danse

Je me souviens d'un phare
Je me souviens d'un signe
D'une lumière dans le soir
D'une chambre anonyme
Je me souviens d'amour
Je me souviens des gestes
Le fiacre du retour
Le parfum sur ma veste

Je me souviens si tard
Je me souviens si peu
De ces trains de hasard
D'un couple d'amoureux
Je me souviens de Londres
Je me souviens de Rome
Du soleil qui fait l'ombre
Du chagrin qui fait l'homme

{au Refrain, x2}

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Michel Sardou

En chantant

Quand j'étais petit garçon,
Je repassais mes leçons
En chantant
Et bien des années plus tard,
Je chassais mes idées noires
En chantant.
C'est beaucoup moins inquiétant
De parler du mauvais temps
En chantant
Et c'est tellement plus mignon
De se faire traiter de con
En chanson.

La vie c'est plus marrant,
C'est moins désespérant
En chantant.

La première fille de ma vie,
Dans la rue je l'ai suivie
En chantant.
Quand elle s'est déshabillée,
J'ai joué le vieil habitué
En chantant.
J'étais si content de moi
Que j'ai fait l'amour dix fois
En chantant
Mais je n'peux pas m'expliquer
Qu'au matin elle m'ait quitté
Enchantée.

L'amour c'est plus marrant,
C'est moins désespérant
En chantant.

Tous les hommes vont en galère
A la pêche ou à la guerre
En chantant.
La fleur au bout du fusil,
La victoire se gagne aussi
En chantant.
On ne parle à Jéhovah,
A Jupiter, à Bouddha
Qu'en chantant.
Qu'elles que soient nos opinions,
On fait sa révolution
En chanson.

Le monde est plus marrant,
C'est moins désespérant
En chantant.

Puisqu'il faut mourir enfin,
Que ce soit côté jardin,
En chantant.
Si ma femme a de la peine,
Que mes enfants la soutiennent
En chantant.
Quand j'irai revoir mon père
Qui m'attend les bras ouverts,
En chantant,
J'aimerais que sur la terre,
Tous mes bons copains m'enterrent
En chantant.

La mort c'est plus marrant,
C'est moins désespérant
En chantant.

Quand j'étais petit garçon,
Je repassais mes leçons
En chantant
Et bien des années plus tard,
Je chassais mes idées noires
En chantant.
C'est beaucoup moins inquiétant
De parler du mauvais temps
En chantant
Et c'est tellement plus mignon
De se faire traiter de con
En chanson.

[suomynona]

People usually remember Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin.
This one is great too.

Achilles Last Stand by Led Zeppelin
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It was an April morning when they told us we should go
And as I turned to you, you smiled at me, how could we say no?

With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had
Oh, the songs to sing, when we at last return again

Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know
Below the streets that steam and hiss,
The devil's in his hole

Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days
Oh to touch the dream, Hides inside and never seen.

Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown
The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground

Oh to ride the wind, To tread the air above the din
Oh to laugh aloud, Dancing as we fought the crowd

To seek the man whose pointing hand, The giant step unfolds
To guide us from the curving path, That churns up into stone

If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king
So fast the heart should beat, As proud the head with heavy feet.

Days went by when you and I, bathed in eternal summers glow
As far away and distant, Our mutual child did grow

Oh the sweet refrain, Soothes the soul and calms the pain
Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again

Wandering and wondering, What place to rest the search
The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth

The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth
From the earth...

I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way
I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way

Oh the mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth.