A blog in a life

Voici quelque un des titres que je préfere(idée piquée sur le skyblog de glassonion)

The Beatles: A day in a life/ With the little help from my friends/hello goodbye
Pink Floyd:Atom Heart mother/Summer68/See emily play
The Doors:Light my fire/when the music over
Genesis:dancing with the moonlight knight
Bob Dylan:Vision of Johanna
cats Steven:father and son
Crosby still nash and young:Cathedral
Deep Purple:fools
Eric Clapton:Layla
Neil Young:Heart of gold
Queen:killer Queen
Rolling stone:Paint in black
The Who:Dr Jimmy
Supertramp:words unspoken
Status quo:April spring summer wesnesday


En vrac:real things--Lost control--Creeping death--Adieu minette--Love song--wing of change--losing my religion--Ticket to the moon--working class hero--trompette de la renommée--mon frere--stairway to heaven--into the void--propaganda--bullet in your head--it's going down in my darkside--demain c'est loin--qui suis je?--l'amour avec toi--even in his youth--children of the revolution.........

il y en plein d'autre mais il faut bien arreter a un moment

I read the news today oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords
I saw a film today oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had to look
Having read the book
I'd love to turn you on

Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream

I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall
I'd love to turn you on




Du bon Beatles made in Lennon

ya pa a tortiller c'est les meilleur

On a pa beaucoup bouger mé par contre on a rigolé

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

cette chansson est une dédicasse a la Tang la Croust et Mickael en souvenir d'une époque joyeuse et fatiguante