Alain Souchon - Foule sentimentale
Intro
Oh la la la vie en roseLe rose qu'on nous proposed'avoir des quantités d'chosesQui donnent envie d'autre chose
Aïe, on nous fait croireque le bonheur c'est d'avoirde l'avoir plein nos armoiresDérisions de nous dérisoires car
Foule sentimentale On a soif d'idéalAttirée par les étoiles, les voiles que des choses pas commercialesFoule sentimentaleIl faut voir comme on nous parleComme on nous parle
Il se dégagede ces cartons d'emballageDes gens lavés, hors d'usageEt tristes et sans aucun avantage
On nous infligedes désirs qui nous affligentOn nous prend faut pas déconner dès qu'on est néPour des cons alors qu'on est, des
Foule sentimentale avec soif d'idéalAttirée par les étoiles, les voiles que des choses pas commercialesFoule sentimentaleIl faut voir comme on nous parleComme on nous parle
On nous Claudia SchiefferOn nous Paul-Loup SulitzerOh le mal qu'on peut nous faireEt qui ravagea la moukère
Du ciel dévaleUn désir qui nous emballePour demain nos enfants pâlesUn mieux, un rêve, un cheval
Foule sentimentale On a soif d'idéalAttirée par les étoiles, les voiles que des choses pas commercialesFoule sentimentaleIl faut voir comme on nous parleComme on nous parle
Alain Chamfort - Le temps qui court
Et finalementAprès quelques annéesLes hommes ont remplacé tes poupées.Et les glaïeuls posés dans ta chambreRemplacent aujourd'hui les fleurs des champs
Et c'est le temps qui court, courtQui nous rend sérieuxLa vie nous a rendu plus orgueilleux. Parce que le temps qui court, courtChange les plaisirsEt que le manque d'amour nous fait vieillir
A l'heure qu'il est mes voitures de plastiqueSont devenues vraies depuis longtemps.Et finalementles affaires et l'argentOnt remplacé mes jouets d'avant
Et c'est le temps qui court, courtQui nous rend sérieuxLa vie nous arendu plus orgueilleux. Parce que le temps qui court, courtoh courtChange les plaisirsEt que le manque d'amour nous fait vieillir
Et c'est le temps qui court, courtQui nous rend sérieuxLa vie nous arendu plus orgueilleux. Parce que le temps qui court, courtoh courtChange les plaisirsEt que le manque d'amour nous fait vieillir.Parce que le temps qui court.
Al Stewart - Palace of Versailles
Intro
The wands of smoke are rising from the walls of the Bastille and through the streets of Paris runs a sense of the unreal. The Kings have all departed there servants are nowhere we burned out all their mansions in the name of Robespierre
And still we wait to see the day begin Our time is wasting in the wind Wondering why Wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles
Inside the midnight councils the lamps are burning low Oh you sit and talk all through the night but there's just no place to go And Bonaparte is coming with his army from the south Marat your days are numbered and we live hand to mouth
While we wait to see the day begin Our time is wasting in the wind Wondering why Wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles
The ghost of revolution still prowls the Paris streets Down all the restless centuries it wonders incomplete It speaks inside the cheap red wine of cafe summer nights Its red and amber voices call the cars at traffic lights
Why do you wait wait to see the day begin Your time is wasting in the wind Wondering why Wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles Wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles
Adele - Someone like you
Intro
I heard That you're settled down That youFound a girl And you'reMarried nowI heard That your dreams came true I guess shegave you things I didn'tgive to youOld friend, why are you so shy? It ain't like you to hold back or hide from the lie.
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited, But I couldn't stay away,I couldn't fight it, I had hoped you'd see my face, And that you'd bereminded that for meit isn't over,
Never mind, I'llfind someone like you, I wishnothing but the best for you, too, Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said, "Sometimes itlasts in love, But sometimes it hurts instead," "Sometimes itlasts in love, But sometimes it hurts instead,"
You know how the time flies, Onlyyesterday was thetime of our lives, We wereborn and raised in a summer haze, Boundby the surprise of our glory days,
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited, But I couldn't stay away,I couldn't fight it, I had hoped you'd see my face, And that you'd bereminded that for meit isn't over,
Never mind, I'llfind someone like you, I wishnothing but the best for you, too, Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said, "Sometimes itlasts in love, But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Nothing compares, No worries or cares, Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made, Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?
Never mind, I'llfind someone like you, I wishnothing but the best for you, too, Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said, "Sometimes itlasts in love, But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Never mind, I'llfind someone like you, I wishnothing but the best for you, too, Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said, "Sometimes itlasts in love, But sometimes it hurts instead," "Sometimes itlasts in love, But sometimes it hurts instead," "Sometimes itlasts in love, But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Abba - The day before you came
I must have left my house at eight because I always do My train I'm certain left the station just when it was due. I must have read the morning paper going into town And having gotten through the editorial no doubt I must have frowned. I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine with letters to be read and heaps of papers waiting to be signed. I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so The usual place the usual bunch And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained the day before you came.
I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two and at the time I never even noticed I was blue I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day without really knowing anything I hid a part of me away. At five I must have left there's no exception to the rule A matter of routine I've done it ever since I finished school. The train back home again
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then, Oh yes I'm sure my life was well within it's usual frame The day before you came
I must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV, there's not I think a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see. I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten I need a lot of sleep and so I like to be in bed by then I must have read a while The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style It's funny but I had no sense of living without aim The day before you came
And turning out the light I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain The day before you came.
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