What lyrics are you listening to now?

[Strumpet]

what is that?

Jets to Brazil - Cat Heaven



Lovely huh.....

 

[rollinder]

You lit a flame in my heart
And it is burning still
And everytime I hear you shout
It still gives me a thrill
I can see you up there
With your right leg pumping

Chorus:
Goodbye inspiration
Voice of a generation
Goodbye Inspiration
I won't be playing Strummerville again

You wore your heart on your sleeve
With honesty and pride
You gave me hope, made me believe
That what I did was right
You brought out a passion
That had long been missing
Yeah, you brought out a passion
That you never stopped giving

(Repeat chorus)
(Repeat chorus)

And if music seems mundane
It's cos the companies got their way
And all the young bands seem to say
'Please turn our rebellion into money'

So thanks for giving me my creed
I'll try to stay on side
For helping me to dare to dream
After all this time
Cos I still see you up there
On a stage and playing
Yeah, I still see you up there
I still agree with what you're saying

(Repeat chorus)
(Repeat chorus)

Not going to play Strummerville again.
(Clash Clash Clash City Rockers)

 

[Strumpet]

dear infatuation, you do not see me
die here beside you in see-through obscurity

you don't love me
aren't thinking of me
why am I waiting for you to see I'm alive
storybook ending I'm just a ledger
hardly worth a mention or the paper

 

[boshem]

I bought my baby a red radio
He played it all day
A go go a go go
He liked to dance to it
Down in the streets
He said he loved me
But he loved the beat

But when I switch on
I rotate the dial
I can see it ain't
driving him so wild
I bought my baby a red radio
He said he loved me
But he just loved the beat

It's just the same old show on my radio
It's just the same old show on my radio
It's just the same old show on my radio
It's just the same old show on my radio, on my radio, on my radio, on my radio

 

[Firky]

Remind me that
Once I was free
Once I was cool
Once I was me

And if I sat down
And crossed my arms
Hold me into
This song

Knock me out
Smash out my brains
If I take a chair
Start to talk shit

Whatever happens
If we're still speaking
Pick up the phone
Play me this song.

 

[pengaleng]

You pretend you're high
Pretend you're bored
Pretend you're anything
Just to be adored
And what you need
Is what you get

Don't believe in fear
Don't believe in faith
Don't believe in anything
That you can't break

You stupid girl
You stupid girl
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted

What drives you on
Can drive you mad
A million lies to sell yourself
Is all you ever had

Don't believe in love
Don't believe in hate
Don't belive in anything
That you can't waste

You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can't believe you fake it
Can't believe you fake it

Don't believe in fear
Don't believe in pain
Don't believe in anyone
That you can't tame

You stupid girl
You stupid girl
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can't believe you fake it
Can't believe you fake it

You stupid girl

 

[Mrs Magpie]

Allez venez! Milord
Vous asseoir à ma table
Il fait si froid dehors
Ici, c'est confortable
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises
Vos peines sur mon cœur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Une ombre de la rue...

Pourtant, je vous ai frôlé
Quand vous passiez hier
Vous n'étiez pas peu fier
Dame! le ciel vous comblait
Votre foulard de soie
Flottant sur vos épaules
Vous aviez le beau rôle
On aurait dit le roi
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d'une demoiselle
Mon Dieu! qu'elle était belle
J'en ai froid dans le cœur...

Allez venez! Milord
Vous asseoir à ma table
Il fait si froid dehors
Ici, c'est confortable
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises
Vos peines sur mon cœur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Une ombre de la rue...

Dire qu'il suffit parfois
Qu'il y ait un navire
Pour que tout se déchire
Quand le navire s'en va
Il emmenait avec lui
La douce aux yeux si tendres
Qui n'a pas su comprendre
Qu'elle brisait votre vie
L'amour, ça fait pleurer
Comme quoi l'existence
Ça vous donne toutes les chances
Pour les reprendre après...

Allez venez! Milord
Vous avez l'air d'un môme
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Venez dans mon royaume
Je soigne les remords
Je chante la romance
Je chante les milords
Qui n'ont pas eu de chance
Regardez-moi, Milord
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue...
Mais vous pleurez, Milord
Ça, j' l'aurais jamais cru.

+parlé:

Eh! bien voyons, Milord
Souriez-moi, Milord
Mieux que ça, un p'tit effort...
Voilà, c'est ça!
Allez riez! Milord
Allez chantez! Milord
Ta da da da...
Mais oui, dansez, Milord
Ta da da da...
Bravo! Milord...
Encore, Milord...
Ta da da da...

 

[pengaleng]

you what?

 

[sojourner]

and that is one of the greatest tracks of all time.

Oh yes

 

[Firky]

Out in the streets, they call it murder!

Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs they camp at
Two pounds a weed inna van bag
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack
The smell a give your girlfriend contact
Some boy noy notice, them only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And they don't know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals a now back too, the thugs they have do what them got to
And won't think twice to shoot you
Don't make them spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A pure tuff things come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic
Then them wheel and pop off and them start clap it
With the pin file dung and it a beat drop it
Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it
Some say them a playboy (them) a playboy rabbit
Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit
So nobody pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone!

Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!

Welcome to Jamrock, poor people are dead at random
Political violence, can done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth
theem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings a call
Old man to Pickney, so wave one hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sicken me
Them suit no fit me, to win election they trick we
And they don't do nuttin at all

Come on let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
A most a the youths them waste it
And when they waste it, that's when they take the guns and replace it
Then them don't stand a chance at all
And that's why a nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna them back pocket
And have leisure night time inna some black jacket
All who not lock glocks, them a lock rocket
Then will full you up a current like a short circuit
Them a run a roadblock which part thr cops block it
And from now till a mornin not stop clock it
If the run outta rounds a brought back ratchet

Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock (Conwell, Middlesex) Hey!
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!!!

Jamaica Jamaica! Jamaica Jamaica! Now!
Jamaica Jamaica! Yo! Jamaica Jamaica!
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock

(i know )

 

[maya]

Le Déserteur

Monsieur le Président
Je vous fais une lettre
Que vous lirez peut-être
Si vous avez le temps
Je viens de recevoir
Mes papiers militaires
Pour partir à la guerre
Avant mercredi soir
Monsieur le Président
Je ne veux pas la faire
Je ne suis pas sur terre
Pour tuer des pauvres gens
C'est pas pour vous fâcher
Il faut que je vous dise
Ma décision est prise
Je m'en vais déserter

Depuis que je suis né
J'ai vu mourir mon père
J'ai vu partir mes frères
Et pleurer mes enfants
Ma mère a tant souffert
Elle est dedans sa tombe
Et se moque des bombes
Et se moque des vers
Quand j'étais prisonnier
On m'a volé ma femme
On m'a volé mon âme
Et tout mon cher passé
Demain de bon matin
Je fermerai ma porte
Au nez des années mortes
J'irai sur les chemins

Je mendierai ma vie
Sur les routes de France
De Bretagne en Provence
Et je dirai aux gens:
Refusez d'obéir
Refusez de la faire
N'allez pas à la guerre
Refusez de partir
S'il faut donner son sang
Allez donner le vôtre
Vous êtes bon apôtre
Monsieur le Président
Si vous me poursuivez
Prévenez vos gendarmes
Que je n'aurai pas d'armes
Et qu'ils pourront tirer

 

[zenie]

She's got the kind of look that defies gravity
She's the greatest cook
And she's fat free

She's been to private school
And she speaks perfect French
She's got the perfect friends
Oh isn't she cool

She practices Tai Chi
She'd never lose her nerve
She's more than you deserve
She's just far better than me

Hey hey

So don't bother
I won't die of deception
I promise you won't ever see me cry
Don't feel sorry

And don't bother
I'll be fine
But she's waiting
The ring you gave to her will lose its shine
So don't bother, be unkind

I'm sure she doesn't know
How to touch you like I would
I beat her at that one good
Don't you think so?

She's almost 6 feet tall
She must think I'm a flea
I'm really a cat you see
And it's not my last life at all

Hey hey

So don't bother
I won't die of deception
I promise you won't ever see me cry
Don't feel sorry

Don't bother
I'll be fine
But she's waiting
The ring you gave to her will lose its shine
So don't bother, be unkind

For you, I'd give up all I own
And move to a communist country
If you came with me, of course
And I'd file my nails so they don't hurt you
And lose those pounds, and learn about football
If it made you stay, but you won't, but you won't

So don't bother,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine
Promise you won't ever see me cry

And after all I'm glad that I'm not your type
Promise you won't ever see me cry

So don't bother,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine
Promise you won't ever see me cry

And after all I'm glad that I'm not your type, not your type, not your type, not your type
Promise you won't ever see me cry

 

[rollinder]

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.

Said - said - said: I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown,
Oba - obaserving the ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good friends weve lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you cant forget your past;
So dry your tears, I seh.

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
ere, little darlin, dont shed no tears:
No, woman, no cry.

Said - said - said: I remember when-a we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown.
And then georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which Ill share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So Ive got to push on through.
But while Im gone, I mean:
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
I said, everythings gonna be all right-a!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right, now!
Everythings gonna be all right!

So, woman, no cry;
No - no, woman - woman, no cry.
Woman, little sister, dont shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.

I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown.
And then georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which Ill share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So Ive got to push on through.
But while Im gone:

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
Woman, little darlin, say dont shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.

Eh! (little darlin, dont shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.
Little sister, dont shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.)

 

[rollinder]

Here we go
Round and round the floor
Together
In time

Here we sit
It looks like this is it
Whatever
This time

It's makin' no sense
But we'll stay here till the end
Whatever-er
This time

They shoot horses, don't they
They shoot horses, don't they
They shoot horses, don't they-ey-ey

Carousel
A crazy wishing well
Whenever
You fall

It seems so lo-o-o-o-o-ong
Just like a marathon
The bell of
The ball

They shoot horses, don't they
They shoot horses, don't they
They shoot horses, don't they-ey-ey

 

[Dubversion]

Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade.
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself.
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

 

[Uma]

The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

Now all my fathers, they've gone down
True love they've been without it.
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it.

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see.
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasn't very cute to him,
Was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . .
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

 

[Uma]

She's got the kind of look that defies gravity
She's the greatest cook
And she's fat free

Zenie - where's this from?

 

[milesy]

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come armageddon!
Come, armageddon! come!

Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come - nuclear bomb

Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(and on your face...)
(on your face ...)
(on your face ...)
(on your face ...)

Everyday is like sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey

 

[Mrs Magpie]

I was on a melancholic Piaf tip yesterday...now I'm skipping about gaily to Charles Trenet....


La pendule fait tic tac tic tac
Les oiseaux du lac font pic pic pic pic
Glou glou glou font tous les dindons
Et la jolie cloche ding din don
Mais ...

Boum
Quand notre cœur fait Boum
Tout avec lui dit Boum
Et c'est l'amour qui s'éveille.
Boum
Il chante "love in bloom"
Au rythme de ce Boum
Qui redit Boum à l'oreille

Tout a changé depuis hier
Et la rue a des yeux qui regardent aux fenêtres
Y a du lilas et y a des mains tendues
Sur la mer le soleil va paraître

Boum
L'astre du jour fait Boum
Tout avec lui dit Boum
Quand notre cœur fait Boum Boum

Le vent dans les bois fait hou hou hou
La biche aux abois fait mê mê mê
La vaisselle cassée fait cric crin crac
Et les pieds mouillés font flic flic flac
Mais...

Boum
Quand notre cœur fait Boum
Tout avec lui dit Boum
L'oiseau dit Boum, c'est l'orage
Boum
L'éclair qui lui fait boum
Et le bon Dieu dit Boum
Dans son fauteuil de nuages.

Car mon amour est plus vif que l'éclair
Plus léger qu'un oiseau qu'une abeille
Et s'il fait Boum s'il se met en colère
Il entraîne avec lui des merveilles.

Boum
Le monde entier fait Boum
Tout l'univers fait Boum
Parc'que mon cœur fait Boum Boum
Boum
Je n'entends que Boum Boum
Ça fait toujours Boum Boum
Boum Boum Boum...

 

[zenie]

Zenie - where's this from?

Shakira - Dont Bother

 

[Dubversion]

Mrs M - have you seen Toto The Hero? It uses 'Boum' for one of its most brilliant scenes, it's where I first heard it....

 

[Mrs Magpie]

No I haven't, I just know Charles Trenet because my great granny and granny (French) had masses of records of that ilk.....I grew up with Piaf, Trenet, Mistinguett etc

 

[Dubversion]

It's a lovely movie, well worth looking out for. Boum is played as ..

actually, better not, spoiler and all that..

eta: Didn't Trenet have a rather 'dodgy' war?

 

[Mrs Magpie]

He was a well-known gay man and was denounced as Jewish (although he wasn't) and had to prove to the SS that he wasn't Jewish....people saw this as collaborating with anti-semitic sentiments. He did just enough to survive, no more really than singing to Germans......but he sang to everyone, including POWs.

 

[Mrs Magpie]

Anyway, I've nearly packed away all the shopping to Trenet and I'm now carousing with Frank.....

Come fly with me, lets fly, lets fly away
If you can use some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me, we'll fly we'll fly away

Come fly with me, lets float down to Peru
In lama land, theres a one man band
And he'll toot his flute for you
Come fly with me, we'll float down in the blue

Once I get you up there, where the air is rarefied
Well just glide, starry eyed
Once I get you up there, Ill be holding you so near
You may hear angels cheer - because we're together

Weather wise it's such a lovely day
You just say the words, and well beat the birds
Down to Acapulco Bay
Its perfect for a flying honeymoon - they say
Come fly with me, we'll fly we'll fly away

 

[Dubversion]

He was a well-known gay man and was denounced as Jewish (although he wasn't) and had to prove to the SS that he wasn't Jewish....people saw this as collaborating with anti-semitic sentiments. He did just enough to survive, no more really than singing to Germans......but he sang to everyone, including POWs.

ah, ok. was never sure of the details..

 

[Mrs Magpie]

He did well to survive as a gay man....for that alone he was was in grave danger.

 

[Mrs Magpie]

Well Frank helped me put my shopping away as I sashayed around the kitchen.....

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She loves the theatre but doesn't come late
She'd never bother with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn't like crap games, with Barons and Earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp

She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's oke
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That's why the lady is a tramp

 

[maya]

mais...
Boum
Quand notre cœur fait Boum

- That must've been the song Hergé made fun of in Tintin!
When the two clumsy detectives manage to have their car's exhaust system explode in their face,
just as the radio plays a car repair commercial: "- Bang! When the car go bang!"

 

[snorbury]

There's a brand new dance
but I don't know its name
That people from bad homes
do again and again
It's big and it's bland
full of tension and fear
They do it over there but we don't do it here