Carousel Song

Merry-Go-Round ~ Telex / Lune Vesiub

Musique : Telex
Paroles : D.C. aka Peewee Peeper
Photo : Caroline

Stuck in outdated savors
Of used annoying pleasures
You hold a frozen sight
I bet you didn’t give a tryyy

And now you look at your back
To be sure to come in last
You moan before the start
Light touching has never been sooo sharp

And now you stare into space
Awaited look on your face
You cry before ending
In case you would get to enjoooying

And now you look like you’re dead
An on and off nodding head
Trapped in a tourniquet
Happily following insaaane ways

And stuck in empty colors
Of fucking rotten pictures
You hold the rope to hang
I bet that you don’t give a daaamn yeah

I’m not half who i’d like to be

Mixtape Babies ~ Anne Bacheley

Cette chanson est une reprise d’Anne Bacheley que j’ai découverte via son blog où elle met en ligne des mp3 de ses mélodies lo-fi..

C’est à elle que je dois la connaissance de groupes comme Architectures In Helsinki, The Essex Green, Animal Collective ou des tas d’autres trucs que j’ ai écouté en boucle ces derniers mois… Et rien que pour ça, merci Anne !

Mixtape Babies est tiré de son EP éponyme, sorti en 2004 sur le label indépendant I Wish I Was Unpopular

Shine On You Crazy Diamond

Wish You Were Here ~ (Pink Floyd)


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.

As Tears Go By

~ 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

I’ve said too much

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

Gently Interlace


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