Auteur/autrice : candycane

Lola ~ (The Kinks)

Aller, un p’tit mp3 de Fuckulélé (avec du chant enregistré via un micro de webcam…) et hop je file en vacances…

A bientôt les gens !

Wish You Were Here ~ (Pink Floyd)

So,

So you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish,
How I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

~ Guess She’s Doing Fine ~ Stellou / Candy Cane

And you can hear her sing along…

She lives in a Northern town
With a long-haired tatooed boy
And you can hear her pluck the chords of her old guitar
When she knows
No one but her can hear.

She’s proud of her long dark hair
But she sometimes wants to be someone else
And you can hear her sing along
But not too loud,
She is far,
Oh far too shy for this.

And you know she could sing so much louder
I guess she’s doing fine this way,
But I can’t help wonder
I guess she’s doing fine this way,
And I just wonder

I guess she’s doing fine this way,
But I just wonder if the girl
Is quite aware she’s fine
Aware she shouldn’t hide
Aware she should
Just try and sing out loud.

I Can’t Seem To Make You Mine

Alors voilà je suis finalement sorti de mon lit pour commencer le premier morceau de Fuckulélé (oui maintenant il y a un blog exprès avec des fan-arts qui déchirent dedans !).

Le morceau n’ est pas encore terminé mais on s’en fout, l’ occasion est trop belle de pouvoir vous faire découvrir le chant super sexy de Lovely Goretta…

L’originale est de The Seeds

Dancing Queen

Je sais pas qui j’essaie de parodier là, mais c’est juste pour rire hein.

L’originale est du mec barbu à droite sur la photo.

Boys Don’t Cry

L’originale est de The Cure.

I would say I’m sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I’ve said too much
Been too unkind

I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
’cause boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry

I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that
It’s too late
And now there’s nothing I can do

So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to
laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
’cause boys don’t cry

I would tell you
That I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it’s no use
That you’ve already
Gone away

Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more

Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just
Keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
’cause boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry

Lullabye

Seamy stories of another time

And silky lies drowned in cherry wine

Candlelight is stealing details

Closing down in fettered veins

As weeds spread out and stride the ledge

The monsters left too much unsaid

But when will come

More degrees

It’s been too long

When you’ve seen cunning scenes

Pictures drawn out from another place

Where tongues and limbs gently interlace

Frameless ways of surrendering

And other cautions growing dim

Then blows recede as shadows bend

The fingers give a stroke to rend

They reveal an unbounded sight

Tales of dead ends can’t deny

So there will come

More degrees

It’s been so long

Since you’ve seen lulling dreams

Merci DC

Dmaj7

Geronimo

Voici un truc vite fait de Neil Hannon (The Divine Comedy sur l’album Promenade) en attendant quelque chose de plus concret.

Bon c’est lent et monotone mais j’ai fait ça ce matin à 7h alors bon… Au pire lisez juste les paroles elles en valent la peine.

While they have been eating The rain has started falling, Gradually gathering in strength; What began a drizzle Has now become torrential, And doesn’t look like coming to an end. The two bedraggled figures That huddle in the doorway, With nothing vaguely waterproof to wear, Are now secretly wishing They’d listened to their mothers When being told to always be prepared. Screaming ’geronimo!’, They run for it down the road; With an arm around her waist He leads her to a place He knows. Soaked through, but happy, They squelch up to the landing; The room before them Makes a welcome sight. The coal fire is throwing Strange shapes upon the hearthrug, And crying out to be knelt down beside. She pulls off her jumper And flings it in the corner; He picks it up and hangs it on a chair. She puts on a record And sings into her coffee; He puts a blanket round her, Sits her down And dries her beautiful hair.

Deanna – As Tears Go By

La jolie voix toute douce : Deanna

La musique autour : Moi