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Post by hibouxdufromage on Jun 27, 2010 3:45:20 GMT -5
My favorite lyrics to listen to right now are in french, so I'll post then translate. The song reminds me of the tiny little town in England where I lived when I was a little kid. By tiny town, I mean it was a t-junction, and that was it.
Camille - Là où je suis née
Là où je suis née Il n’y a pas de gare Il n’y a pas de route Même pas de trottoir
Là où je suis née Il n’y a pas de phare Il n’y a pas de train Loin dans le brouillard
Oh je lis dans vos yeux Que je ne peux pas compter sur vous Mais j’y retournerai J’irai seule c’est ma vie après tout
Là où je suis née Il n’y a pas de gare J’y vais en secret Rien que de mémoire
Il y a des odeurs de lessive De fleurs et c’est si doux Il y a des cabanes dans les arbres Et de l’amour surtout
Là où je suis née Il n’y a pas de guerre Et les hommes sont de toutes les couleurs
Oh je lis dans vos yeux Que je ne peux pas compter sur vous Mais j’y retournerai J’ai oublié le chemin c’est tout
English:
This is where I was born There is no train station There are no roads Not even a sidewalk
This is where I was born There isn't a stoplight There isn't a train Deep in the fog
I can see by the look in your eyes That I can't rely on you But I'm going back It's only my life, after all.
This is where I was born There is no train station I'll go in secret Nothing but a memory
There is the smell of clean laundry and flowers, they're so soft There are small houses up in the trees and love, especially
This is where I was born There is no fighting And the men are of all different colors
I can see by the look in your eyes I can't rely on you I'll return someday I forgot the way, is all.
'Cause there's been a great deal of discussion, yes, about the properties of man. Animal or angel? You were carved from bone, but your heart it's just sand, and the wind is gonna to scatter it and cover everything with love. So if it makes you happy, then keep kneeling Mama, but I am standing up.
Grateful Dead "Touch Of Grey"
Must be getting early Clocks are running late Paint by Number morning sky Looks so phony
Dawn is breaking everywhere Light a candle, curse the glare Draw the curtains, I don't care 'Cause it's all right
I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive
I see you've got your fist out Say your piece and get out Yes I got the gist of it But it's all right
Sorry that you feel that way The only thing there is to say Every silver lining's got a Touch of grey
I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive
It's a lesson to me The Ables and the Bakers and the C's The ABC's we all must face To try to keep a little grace
It's a lesson to me The Deltas and the East and the Freeze The ABC's we all think of To try to win a little love
I know the rent is in arrears The dog has not been fed in years It's even worse than it appears But it's all right
Cow is giving kerosene Kid can't read at seventeen The words he knows are all obscene But it's all right
I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive
The shoe is on the hand it fits There's really nothing much to it Whistle through your teeth and spit 'Cause it's all right
Oh well, a touch of grey Kind of suits you anyway That was all I had to say And it's all right
I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive
We will get by We will get by We will get by We will survive
Trials administer tidal oil that suffocating Base the fire gold pouring mercury life Given river deformed in amongst patient Building raise an urgent call reformation Strike the picking miners claw kick my ass Waste the given gift the natural cure In the age of reason gone bad morning in Between the cold stone ashes fall upon the Wretched chosen ones 100 megatons evaporate Those chosen vaporize case in point and Deserving it vaccinate all stranger than whispering Crushed velvet corpse grind awaiting Underneath mask unneeded decisions come From one side of the brain insolent dented Fibres optic looks the world of growth Fleeting image ghost destruction t.v.screen
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