jeudi, août 21, 2008

The games people play


Oh the games people play now
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now

Never saying what they mean
And they wile away the hours
In their ivory towers
Till they're covered up with flowers
In the back of a black limousine

From “The Games People Play
by Joe South

vendredi, mai 30, 2008

few words of defense


Hitler, Stalinmen who need no introduction
King Leopold of Belgium, that’s right
Everyone thinks he’s so great
Well he owned The Congo

He tore it up too
He took the diamonds, he took the gold
He took the silver
Know what he left them with?Malaria

A President once said“
The only thing we have to fear is fear itself”
Now it seems like we’re supposed to be afraid
It’s patriotic in fact and color coded

And what are we supposed to be afraid of?
Why, of being afraid
That’s what terror means, doesn’t it?
That’s what it used to mean
From “A Few Words in Defense of Our Country”
Written by Randy Newman

samedi, mai 24, 2008

people are strange

People are strange
when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly
when you’re alone
Women seem wicked

when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
from "People Are Strange"

written by John Densmore, Robert Krieger, Raymond Manzarek, Jim Morrison

vendredi, mars 14, 2008

Together


We used to laugh together
and we'd dance
to any old song
Well ya know
she still laughs with me
But she waits
just a second too long


from "Far From Me"
written by John Prine

jeudi, février 14, 2008

Time


They all pretend they’re orphans

and their memory’s like a train
You can see it getting smaller
as it pulls away
The things you can’t remember
tell the things you can’t forget
That history puts a saint in every dream


from "Time"

written by Tom Waits

samedi, février 09, 2008

Speak out

And a vast paranoia sweeps across the land
And America turns the attack on its
Twin Towers Into the beginning of the Third World War

The war with the Third World

And the terrorists in Washington
Are drafting all the young men
And no one speaks

And they are rousting out

All the ones with turbans
And they are flushing out
All the strange immigrants

And they are shipping all the young men
To the killing fields again
And no one speaks

And when they come to round up
All the great writers and poets and painters
The National Endowment of the Arts of Complacency
Will not speak

While all the young men
Will be killing all the young men
In the killing fields again

So now is the time for you to speak
All you lovers of liberty
All you lovers of the pursuit of happiness

All you lovers and sleepers
Deep in your private dreams
Now is the time for you to speak

O silent majority
Before they come for you

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

jeudi, janvier 31, 2008

redemption



A man can be a diamond
A man can be a steal
A man can be a poet
and not have the words to feel
Mercy is a preacher
held captive under fire
Redemption smells like gasoline and burns like desire


from "Redemption"

written by Jason Eady

dimanche, janvier 20, 2008

when i...


When I found you
I found the closest thing to reason


when i let you in
I saw a great love starting to begin.

when I first saw you,

it changed everything.
In my heart,
When i hold my feel !
It's your time that i need the most

when i search my whole life through
And never find another 'you'.
I just had to let you know

When i feel so true
Just remember one thing
I wish that your love
will last forever

écrit par jmpelet