Dams

The cars hiss by my window
Like the waves down on the beach
The cars hiss by my window
Like the waves down on the beach
I got this girl beside me, but she's
Out of reach
Headlight through my window
Shinin' on the wall
Headlight through my window
Shinin' on the wall
Can't hear my baby

Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
To live
They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin' great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
Well,Idon't want no short people

Big John Is My Name Lyrics
Said I like what I do (like what I do)
And I do what I like (do what I like)
Well, some of my friends, yo
Smoke a little [bleep], yeah I say
Some of my friends aye aye aye yeah
Sniff a little [bleep], well, well
Different strokes, for different folks,

YouTube video by La Canaille La Canaille : " J'ai faim " (Version Street)

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Si le savoir est une arme

J'irai pécho les munitions dans les livres ou au cinéma
Sur le net, au théâtre comme au bistrot en bas de chez moi
Et je te pilonnerais d'un ton froid et ferme
Conscient de la puissance d'une idée qui arrive à terme
J'ai faim

Those who may reach for the stars
Others will end behind bars
What the future has in store
No one never knows before
Though time may help you forget
All that has happened before
It′s too late to regret
What is gone will be no more
Tomorrow is my turn
No more doubts, no more fears

was dreaming of the past
And my heart was beating fast
I began to lose control
I began to lose control
I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy
I was feeling insecure
You might not love me anymore

versions
… It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If'n you don't know by now
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It'll never do somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm a-traveling on
But don't think twice,

Hold your fear in check, my dear
It′s got no place here
There's no need to fight
Just drift away on the new day
Find yourself a better way
To meet the future
It′s all that you crave
A silhouette of the new day
Walk away from what you love
And all your people
Move into fog
live again on the new day

J'veux voir le cul de tes bouteilles
Et au diable leur pudeur
Toutes il faut que j'les essaye
Que j'les dépucelle sur l'heure
Allez patron
Un ordinaire
Comme moi
Un ordinaire

Être rock c’est le blues en toi, une latitude aux travers de nos fêlures, la pleine conscience du passage éphémère de la lumière éternelle à l’ombre infinie de notre humanité ….

That′s some good-ass weed
Check it out, dawg
This game is a motherfuckin' trip, man, word on the streets
Everybody always tryin′ to run up on me
Hollerin' about word on the streets is, this nigga said this
Man, I don't give a fuck about what that nigga said, man
That′s what′s wrong with you niggas,

Well I turned the key this morning
My old car didn't do a thing
Yeah, I turned the key this morning
My old car didn't do a thing
Must be some bad disconnection
Way down in my piston ring
Rats and roaches down in the kitchen
Won't let me go to sleep at night
Rats and roaches down in the kitchen

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there
Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

Toi tu essayais de comprendre
Ce que mes chansons voulaient dire
Agenouillée dans l'existence
Tu m'encourageais à écrire
Mais moi je restais hermétique
Indifférent à tes envies
À mettre sa vie en musique
On en oublie parfois de vivre

Mon pauvre amour, sois plus heureuse maint’nant
Mon pauvre amour,

Say your prayers, little one
Don't forget, my son
To include everyone
I tuck you in, warm within, keep you free from sin
'Til the Sandman, he comes
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never-never land
Something's wrong, shut the light,

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave, but don't leave me
Look around, choose your own ground
Long you live and high you fly
Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
Run, rabbit, run
Dig that hole, forget the sun

Les ailes de la Rolls effleuraient des pylônes
Quand m'étant malgré moi égaré
Nous arrivâmes ma Rolls et moi dans une zone
Dangereuse
Un endroit isolé
Là-bas, sur le capot de cette Silver Ghost de 1910
S'avance en éclaireur
La Vénus d'argent du radiateur
Dont les voiles légers volent aux avant-poste

I do hope for us to understand that
Now is the time when we shouldn't let
The crisis get us down
When you find the way
Then you'll surely say
Oh happiness where have you been so long
When you find the say
Don't turn your back
Stay on that track
Don't turn your back
Stay on that track

Le sang coule dans le sable et disparaît
Quand le pays bleu-blanc-rouge éteint sa télé
On oublie sa couleur marron foncé
Qu'il laisse à tout jamais
Choisis le rouge que tu préfères
Rouge de couleur ou de colère
Soutine Matisse ou bien Gauguin
Hitler Mussolini Pétain
Choisis ce rouge-là ou celui-là

Hide in your shell cos the world is out to bleed you for a ride
What will you gain making your life a little longer ?
Heaven or Hell, was the journey cold that gave your eyes of steel ?
Shelter behind painting your mind and playing joker
Too Frightening to listen to a stranger

Rick Davies 🖤

Et si toi aussi t'en as marre
Et que tu te seras servi au comptoir
Dans la belle brochette de baveux
Qu'ont tous la même couleur au fond des yeux
Et que tu m'emmènes chez toi
Oh, juste parce qu'il fait chaud
Et qu'il n'y a vraiment rien d'autre à foutre
Que de baiser
Un instant, court instant

Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And-a fairly tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind
When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
"It's alright",

I wish I knew how
It would feel to be free
I wish I could break
All the chains holding me
I wish I could say
All the things that I should to say
Say 'em loud say 'em clear
For the whole round world to hear
I wish I could share
All the love that's in my heart

I remember one September,
On one Friday night,
Stack O'Lee and Billy Lyon,
Had a great fight,
When you lose your money,
Learn to lose.
Billy Lyon shot six bits,
Stack he bet he passed,
Stackerlee out with a forty-five,
Said you've done shot your last,
When you lose your money,
Learn to lose.

Oh the werewolf, the werewolf comes stepping along
He don′t even break the branches where he's gone
Once I saw him in the moonlight, when the bats were flying
I saw the werewolf, and the werewolf was crying
How nobody knows, nobody knows

3rd Bass est un groupe de hip hop américain très actif à la fin des années 1980 et au début des années 1990. Formé par MC Serch, Pete Nice et DJ Richie Rich, le groupe s'est fait remarquer pour être l'un des premiers groupes hip hop interracial à succès.

« La vie sans musique est tout simplement une erreur, une fatigue, un exil. »

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
Say nighty-night and kiss me
Hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
'Cause I’m alone as blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

On n′a pas que d'l′amour
Ça non!
On n'a pas que d'l′amour à vendre
Ça oui!
Y′a d'la haine
On n′a pas que d'l′amour
Ça non!
Y'a d′la haine
La haine aussi
Faut qu'elle se répande
Sans que ça freine
Y'en a même un sacré bon paquet
Eh ouais
Ouais quand même
Quand même
On n′a pas que d′l'amour
Ça non!

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