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Kayak - Total Loss

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 4:40 AM
I started off as a decent man one day
But now I seem to live my life in a most peculiar way
From 9 to 5 I'm a usefull member of society
Nothing about me would tell you that I
Spend every night all dressed up in style
Playing roulette with a superior smile
Losing my luck and looks I roll the dice
Expensive dreams
That's why I'm living far beyond my means

I'm total loss, total loss

You think I easily cry, but I'm ready ready ready to crash

Total loss, total loss

I've been going to high, I've paid the price for making a splash

I'm total loss, totall loss

You think I easily cry, but I'm ready ready ready to crash

Total loss, total loss

I've been going to high, I've paid the price for making a splash

I'm desperately in need of some cash

Driven by the money I could make
Being close to fortune I just put too much at stake
Expecting things to change, ah, but the worst was yet to come
Sold all I had but couldn't give up playing
I lost my conscience years ago
Telling myself that the final blow
Would bring me back where I began
A gambling man
But one who's really at his wits end

I'm total loss, totall loss

You think I easily cry, but I'm ready ready ready to crash

Total loss, total loss

I've been going to high, I've paid the price for making a splash

I'm total loss, totall loss

You think I easily cry, but I'm ready ready ready to crash

Total loss, total loss

I've been going to high, I've paid the price for making a splash

I'm desperately in need of some cash

Creditors constantly claiming
More than I ever could raise
This mess I'm in, it's degrading
I can't afford a proper meal
Can you imagine how I feel

I'm total loss, totall loss

You think I easily cry, but I'm ready ready ready to crash

Total loss, total loss

I've been going to high, I've paid the price for making a splash

I'm total loss, totall loss

You think I easily cry, but I'm ready ready ready to crash

Total loss, total loss

I've been going to high, I've paid the price for making a splash

I'm desperately in need of some cash

I'm total loss, total loss

You think I easily cry, but I'm ready ready ready to crash

Total loss, total loss

I've been going to high, I've paid the price for making a splash

I'm total loss, total loss

You think I easily cry, but I'm ready ready ready to crash

Total loss, total loss

I've been going to high, I've paid the price for making a splash

I'm desperately in need of some cash.

(MK)
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Koda Kumi - Track 03

  • Nov. 8th, 2009 at 7:31 PM

Cha-Yeung's cover of ??! by ???? Koda Kumi





I'm not fond of this song, but Kumi looks so cool in it. I really like your cover, though. I just wish we could hear your voice more. I wonder why she didn't do instrumentals for them like she did with FREAKY.
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Traffic - No Face, No Name, and No Number

  • Nov. 3rd, 2009 at 5:30 AM
I'm looking for a girl who has no face
She has no name, or number
And so I search within his lonely place
Knowing that I won't find her
Well, I can't stop this feeling deep in inside me
Ruling my mind

I feel no sound
Don't know where I'm bound

The scenery is all the same to me
Nothing has changed or faded
I'm a part of it, some part of me
Painted cool green, and shaded
So, try to find myself must be the only way
To feel free
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Ella Fitzgerald - I'm Walkin'

  • Oct. 28th, 2009 at 1:46 AM

Stormy Weather sung by Laura G





Whatever you sing, you sing well. May you always walk in the sun.
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The Decemberists - Eli, The Barrowboy

  • Oct. 14th, 2009 at 3:41 AM
Eli, the barrow boy
Of the old town
Sells coal and marigolds
And he cries out
All down the day

Below the tamaracks
He is crying:
“Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying”
All down the day

“Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
But she is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
And I must push my barrow all the day
And I must push my barrow all the day”

Eli, the barrow boy
When they found him
Dressed all in corduroy
He had drowned in
The river down the way

They laid his body down in a church yard
But still when the moon is out
With his push cart
He calls down the day

“Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
And still I push my barrow all the day
Still I push my barrow all the day”
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Ana Belen - Vuelo Blanco de Gaviota

  • Oct. 11th, 2009 at 3:56 AM
Vuelo blanco de gaviota
Sobre un mar de azules sombras
Te pareces a mis sueños
Nunca tienen final

En la larga noche anclados
Cuando apenas respiramos
Construyendo contra el odio
Nuestra libertad

Nuestra libertad
Nuestra libertad

Vuelo blanco de gaviota
Reflejándose en las olas
De alquitrán manchadas
Vamos destruyendo tu hogar

Quién sabrá escribir la historia
Refrescarnos la memoria
Si no abrimos las ventanas
Todo seguirá igual

Seguirá igual
Seguirá igual

Vuelto alto vuelo blanco
Los que a raz de tierra andamos
Los que siempre te envidiamos
Al oirte graznar

Quien será el sagrado fuego
Que dará un impulso nuevo
Que nos lleve hacia aquel alto viento de libertad

De libertad
De libertad

Vuelto blanco vuelo alto
Los que a raz de tierra andamos
Los que siempre te envidiamos
Al oirte graznar

Quien será el sagrado fuego
Que dará un impulso nuevo
Que nos lleve hacia el alto viento de libertad

De libertad
De libertad
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Bacilos - Besela Ya

  • Oct. 3rd, 2009 at 2:51 AM
Besela ya compadre, besela ya...
Besela ya compadre, besela ya...

Compadre no pierda el tiempo y besela ya

Besela ya compadre, besela ya...
Besela ya compadre, besela ya...

Compadre dele un besito y deje de hablar
que tanta vaina le dice yo me pregunto?
yo creo que ella no esta en planes de chismosear, nooo
mire como ella lo mira, y ud responde con otra historia
hay que tontería vaina, se le va a escapar

Ya deje de echarle flores y echele mano
y entienda que aquí no hay nada personal
con todo respeto y toda galantería si no se apura el agua se enfria
vaina, se le va a escapar

Besela ya compadre, besela ya...
Besela ya compadre, besela ya...

Compadre dele un besito y deje de hablar...

Besela ya compadre, bésela ya...
Besela ya compadre, bésela ya...

Compadre no pierda el tiempo y bésela ya...
su lista de amigas ya esta bastante larga
y yo le doy un consejo de buena fe
a veces hay que arriesgarse a la cachetada
por no sino nunca pasa nada
mira...esa es la verdad
si no se la juega hermano yo me la juego
y entienda que aquí no hay nada personal
la noche se va llenando de tiburones o Ud. se pone los pantalones,
mira o me los pongo yo...

Si no la besa entonces déjela ya..
Si no la besa entonces déjela ya..

Compadre si no se apura zape pa' alla...

Si no la besa entonces déjela ya..
Si no la besa entonces déjela ya..

Compadre si no se apura zape pa' alla...

Besela ya compadre, bésela ya..
Besela ya compadre, bésela ya..

Compadre no pierda el tiempo y bésela ya..

Besela ya compadre, bésela ya..
Besela ya compadre, bésela ya..

Por el amor de Dios compadrito, bésela ya..
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France Gall - La Chanson D'Azima

  • Aug. 10th, 2009 at 3:51 PM

Wiwi égratigne "la chanson d'Azima"






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La Buena Vida - bar - comedor

  • Aug. 9th, 2009 at 4:51 AM
por la tarde de un día triste
escuchando a los Love
los muchachos aguardan impacientes
en el bar - comedor
prometo ser bueno prometo ser mejor
para quedarme a escuchar a los Love

vamos, vamos corriendo
vamos, pon a los Love
vamos, es estupendo estar contento

por la noche la cosa cambia
todo marcha mejor
los muchachos aguardan impacientes
en el bar - comedor
prometo ser bueno prometo ser mejor
para quedarme a escuchar a los Love

vamos, vamos corriendo
vamos, pon a los Love
vamos, es estupendo estar contento
de amor
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Edith Piaf - L'homme a La Moto

  • Aug. 7th, 2009 at 5:55 AM
Il portait des culottes, des bottes de moto
Un blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos
Sa moto qui partait comme un boulet de canon
Semait la terreur dans toute la région.

Jamais il ne se coiffait, jamais il ne se lavait
Les ongles pleins de cambouis mais sur les biceps il avait
Un tatouage avec un cœur bleu sur la peau bleme
Et juste à l'intérieur, on lisait: "Maman je t'aime"
Il avait une petite amie du nom de Marie-Lou
On la prenait en pitié, une enfant de son âge
Car tout le monde savait bien qu'il aimait entre tout
Sa chienne de moto bien davantage.

Il portait des culottes, des bottes de moto
Un blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos
Sa moto qui partait comme un boulet de canon
Semait la terreur dans toute la région.

Marie-Lou la pauvre fille l'implora, le supplia
Dit: "Ne pars pas ce soir, je vais pleurer si tu t'en vas"
Mais les mots furent perdus, ses larmes pareillement
Dans le bruit de la machine et du tuyau d'échappement
Il bondit comme un diable avec des flammes dans les yeux
Au passage à niveau, ce fut comme un éclair de feu
Contre une locomotive qui filait vers le midi
Et quand on débarrassa les débris.

On trouva sa culotte, ses bottes de moto
Son blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos
Mais plus rien de la moto et plus rien de ce démon
Qui semait la terreur dans toute la région.
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