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Paganel, antisémantique - 980920 Publié le 16/02/2008 à 00:55  LA LOI DE 1920 Elle habite avec ses neuf enfants Deux pièces, ce n'est pas même un appartement Le mari, on ne le voit pas souvent Et pourtant On leur a appris à fonder une famille; Faire autrement leur serait difficile Au mariage c'était leur seul but dans la vie, Et pourtant Chaque année un autre enfant naissait Comment auraient-ils pu l'éviter Il y a 365 nuits dans une année Et pourtant L'aîné aura peut-être quelque instruction Pour les autres il n'en est pas question Manger ça ne leur arrive pas souvent Et pourtant Il y a longtemps que leur taudis est classé Assise folle elle s'est mise à penser Elle n'en peut plus, ça ne peut plus durer Et pourtant Dans un coin il y a un fourneau L'évier est mort, on leur a coupé l'eau Elle s'approche du feu la folie sur la peau Et pourtant Il suffit de tourner un robinet Ça me tremble, les enfants dorment à coté Ils ne se sont plus jamais réveillés Et pourtant On aurait dû penser pourtant On aurait pu penser pourtant Penser à revoir enfin la loi de 1920 -- Antoine (1965) | Paganel, antisémantique - 980920 Publié le 16/02/2008 à 00:59  DAYS OF PEARLY SPENCER A tenement, a dirty street Walked and worn by shoeless feet Inside it's long and so complete Watched by a shivering sun Old eyes in a small child's face Watching as the shadows race Through walls and cracks and leave no trace And daylight's brightness shuns The days of pearly spencer The race is almost run Nose pressed hard on frosted glass Gazing as the swollen mass On concrete fields where grows no grass Stumbles blindly on Iron trees smother the air But withering they stand and stare Through eyes that neither know nor care Where the grass is gone The days of pearly spencer The race is almost run Pearly where's your milk white skin What's that stubble on your chin It's buried in the rot gut gin You played and lost not won You played a house that can't be beat Now look your head's bowed in defeat You walked too far along the street Where only rats can run The days of pearly spencer The race is almost run The days of pearly spencer The race is almost run The race is almost run A tenement, a dirty street Remember worn and shoeless feet Remember how you stood to beat The way your life had gone So pearly don't you shed more tears For those best forgotten years Those tenements are memories Of where you've risen from The days of pearly spencer The race is almost won -- Mark Almond | Paganel, antisémantique - 980920 Publié le 16/02/2008 à 01:00  DEAD END STREET Theres a crack up in the ceiling, And the kitchen sink is leaking. Out of work and got no money, A sunday joint of bread and honey. What are we living for? Two-roomed apartment on the second floor. No money coming in, The rent collectors knocking, trying to get in. We are strictly second class, We dont understand, (dead end!) Why we should be on dead end street. (dead end!) People are living on dead end street. (dead end!) Gonna die on dead end street. Dead end street (yeah) Dead end street (yeah) On a cold and frosty morning, Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning. And my feet are nearly frozen, Boil the tea and put some toast on. What are we living for? Two-roomed apartment on the second floor. No chance to emigrate, Im deep in debt and now its much too late. We both want to work so hard, We cant get the chance, (dead end!) People live on dead end street. (dead end!) People are dying on dead end street. (dead end!) Gonna die on dead end street. Dead end street (yeah) Dead end street (yeah) (dead end!) People live on dead end street. (dead end!) People are dying on dead end street. (dead end!) Gonna die on dead end street. Dead end street (yeah) Dead end street (yeah) Dead end street (yeah) Head to my feet (yeah) Dead end street (yeah) Dead end street (yeah) Dead end street (yeah) Hows it feel? (yeah) Hows it feel? (yeah) Dead end street (yeah) Dead end street (yeah) -- Ray Davies | Paganel, antisémantique - 980920 Publié le 16/02/2008 à 01:02  WORKING-CLASS HERO As soon as your born they make you feel small, By giving you no time instead of it all, Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all, A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. They hurt you at home and they hit you at school, They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool, Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules, A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years, Then they expect you to pick a career, When you can't really function you're so full of fear, A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV, And you think you're so clever and classless and free, But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see, A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. There's room at the top they are telling you still, But first you must learn how to smile as you kill, If you want to be like the folks on the hill, A working class hero is something to be. A working class hero is something to be. If you want to be a hero well just follow me, If you want to be a hero well just follow me. -- John Lennon | 1158747 Publié le 20/06/2008 à 09:13  Working Class Hero; DAYS OF PEARLY SPENCER La loi de 1920.
| Paganel, antisémantique - 980920 Publié le 20/06/2008 à 09:30  Dead-end street Le son n'est pas terrible, mais justement, ça met bien dans l'ambiance | 2449323 Publié le 17/02/2009 à 04:00  Bonsoir J'ai été surpris de voir la chanson "The days of pearly spencer" attribuée a Mark Almond. En fait la chanson est un cover de David mc Williams de 1968.voilà c'était pour rendre à César ce qui appartenait à David mc Williams. Dans la même veine on peut ajouter l'excellente chanson de Suzanne Vega "Luka": My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think you seen me before If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble some kind of fight just don't ask me what it was (x3) I think it's 'cause I'm clumsy I try not to talk to loud Maybe it's because I'm crazy I try not to act too proud They only hit until you cry After that you don't ask why You just don't argue anymore (x3) Yes i think I'm ok Walked into the door again If you ask that's what I'll say It's not your business anyway I guess I'd like to be alone Nothing broken nothing thrown Just don't ask me how I am (x3) My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think you seen me before They only hit until you cry After that you don't ask why You just don't argue anymore (x3) Suzanne Vega (1987) |
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