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J'ai Fait Tout
(Emmylou Harris)
J'ai fait tout, j'ai fait tout
Ce que j'ai pu
J'ai fait tout, j'ai fait tout
Ce que j'ai pu
I have seen some trouble
Been around the way
Rode the streetcar of desire and I paid
And if you want a witness
I will testify
To what I saw through a wandering eye
'Cause nobody loves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do
I heard all about it
You don't need an alibi
There was no medicine I did not try
You lost your Mona Lisa
Got burned by Jezebel
You can always draw water from my well
'Cause nobody loves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do
J'ai fait tout. j'ai fait tout, j'ai fait tout
I will give everything I am to you
J'ai fait tout, j'ai fait tout.
You know it's true
J'ai fait tout, j'ai fait tout, j'ai fait tout
You can go and leave me
But you'll come back for more
I know where all your old secrets are stored
My history is written
My heart is still pure
You crave redemption and I got the cure
'Cause nobody loves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do
Nobody laves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do
J'ai fait tout, j'ai fait tout
Ce que j'ai pu
J'ai fait tout, j'ai fait tout
Ce que j'ai pu
J'ai fait tout. j'ai fait tout, j'ai fait tout
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Hernani
Cistercians might crack their sides
With laughter, and exemption get,
At sight of heroes clasping brides,
And hearing--O the horn! the horn!
The horn of their obstructive debt!
But quit the stage, that note applies
For sermons cosmopolitan,
Hernani. Have we filched our prize,
Forgetting . . .? O the horn! the horn!
The horn of the Old Gentleman!
poem by George Meredith
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Everything passes, everything breaks, everything wearies. [Fr., Tout passe, tout casse, tout lasse.]
Everything passes, everything wears out, everything breaks. (tout passe, tout lasse, tout casse)
Si Tout S'Arrete (It's A Heartache) (feat. Kareen Antonn)
Si tout s'arrete
Si pour vous tout s'arrete
Dis-lui que je suis prete
Que je ne l'attends pas
Meme si tu l'aimes
Meme si vraiment tu l'aimes
Partir o il m'entrane
Ne m'intresse pas
It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Love him till your arms break
Then he lets you down
trop vouloir tout partager
On finit par s'loigner, de tout
Il est plus sage qu'on abandonne
Qu'au bout du compte, je lui pardonne, tout
Si tout s'arrete
Si pour nous tout s'arrete
Dis-toi que tu es prete
Que tu ne l'attends pas
Meme si je l'aime
Meme si pourtant je l'aime
Partir o il t'entrane
Ne suffira pas
It ain't right with love to share
When you find he doesn't care, for you
It ain't wise to need someone
As much as I depended on, you
Si tout s'arrete
Si pour nous tout s'arrete
Dis-toi que tu es prete
Que tu ne l'attends pas
It's a fool's game
Si tout s'arrete
Standing in the cold rain
It's a fool's game
Feeling like a clown
Je ne l'attends pas
It's a heartache
Si tout s'arrete
Love him till your arms break
Then he lets down
Je fais le premier pas
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Last Laugh Of The Laughter
When the laughter fade away
Ma vie
Tout ma vie
When theres nothing left to say
Ma vie
My oh my
Its the last laugh of the laughter
Sur la dernier page du chapitre
On the last day of the year
Ma vie
Tout ma vie
When the spotlight fade away
Ma vie
Cest la vie
When the blue skies turns to grey
Ma vie
Tout ma vie
Its the last laugh of the laughter
Sur la dernier page du chapitre
On the last day of the year
Ma vie
Tout ma vie
When the laughter fades away
Ma vie
Tout ma vie
When theres nothing more to say
Ma vie
My oh my
Its the last laugh of the laughter
Sur la dernier page du chapitre
On the last day of the year
Ma vie
Tout ma vie
Ma vie
My oh my
song performed by by Travis
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The Last Laugh Of The Laughter
When the laughter fades away
Ma vie
Tout ma vie
When there's nothing left to say
Ma vie
My oh my
It's the last laugh of the laughter
Sur la dernier page du chapitre
On the last day of the year
Ma vie
Tout ma vie
When the spotlight fades away
Ma vie
C'est la vie
When the blue skies turn to grey
Ma vie
Tout ma vie
It's the last laugh of the laughter
Sur la dernier page du chapitre
On the last day of the year
Ma vie
Tout ma vie
When the laughter fades away
Ma vie
Tout ma vie
When there's nothing more to say
Ma vie
My oh my
It's the last laugh of the laughter
Sur la dernier page du chapitre
On the last day of the year
Ma vie
Tout ma vie
Ma vie
My oh my
song performed by by Travis from The Man Who
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Je T'aime Plus Que Tout
I love it when we do when we do what we do
I love it when we do when we do what we do
Aahaaa...
Aahaaa...
Aahaaa...Yeah
When you're around
The sun is always shining
And since we met
I haven't once stopped smiling,yeah
The love I feel for you
Is almost blinding, yeah
Qui menvoie jour aprs jour
Vers le meilleur de lamour
Pour un aller sans retour
Je nesprais que tes bras
Je nattendais plus que toi, toi
CHORUS 1:
I love it when we do what we do
'cause we do what we do 'til it's done
I love the way we do what we do
'cause we do what we do and it's fun
You're the one
Tu es ma chance
Ma prfrence, la douceur
Un don du ciel
Que je retiens dans mon cur
Dis-moi que rien
Ne nous perdras
Dis le moi, ah
When I look into your eyes
I don't have to fantasize
You're a dream that's realised
I'm dancing on the moon inside
If life is cruel then someone lied, yeah
CHORUS 2
Je taime plus que tout
Je lavoue entre nous
Jattends tout, tout de nous
Je taime plus que tout
Je lavoue entre nous
Je veux tout, tout de nous
Et cest tout
CHORUS 3
Je taimerai encore
Bien plus fort
Et mme si le temps court
Je taimerai toujours
Aahaaa...
When you and me
turn into us
It makes me cry
It makes me trust
I love it when we do, I want do, I want,
do I want do, I want do,I want do, I want
CHORUS 2
You and me
Taste so sweet
It makes me cry
You're the one
You and me
Taste so sweet
It makes me cry
You're the one
song performed by by Ronan Keating
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Every Friday
Every Friday I look like a shit,
Every Friday I look like a shit,
Every Friday I look like a shit,
I loooooooook like a shit.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
But every Monday I am like a horn,
But every Monday I am like a horn,
I aaaaaaaaam like a hoooooooooorn.
I work in the office of intercom,
I work in the office of intercom,
I work in the office of intercom,
Of iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinter cooooooom.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
And every Tuesday I am like a horn,
On Wednesday and Tuesday I am a horn,
I aaaaaaaaaaaam like a hoooooooooooorn.
On every Friday I look like a shit,
My salary is more now a little bit.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
It looks as on Sunday I was born.
On Friday morning I am so glad
That by the evening I’ll look like a fad
Or may be like a dirty pig
Trying the ground to dig, dig, dig.
But…every Monday I am like a horn,
On certain Sunday I was born,
And every Friday I am like a shit.
My life is better........, a little bit.
More or less
It was my sincere confess.
Lol, lol, lol and loooooooool.
On every Friday there is no control.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
March 16th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Mutation
Une femme qui pleurait
Eh ! Oh ! Ha !
Des soldats qui passaient
Eh ! Oh ! Ha !
Un éclusier qui pêchait
Eh ! Oh ! Ha !
Les tranchées qui blanchissaient
Eh ! Oh ! Ha !
Des obus qui pétaient
Eh ! Oh ! Ha !
Des allumettes qui ne prenaient pas
Et tout
A tant changé
En moi
Tout
Sauf mon Amour
Eh ! Oh ! Ha !
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Horn
Rhine wine, car horn
Now that youve deceived me, and played my name around
And hung those nasty flyers, on all the buildings in town
Dribbled my possessions in a ring around the earth
And bought and sold my self-control for less than it was worth
Now I know the reason that Im feeling so forlorn
Ill pick you up at eight as usual, listen for my horn
Rhine wine, car horn
song performed by by Phish
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The Hunter’s Song
RISE! Sleep no more! ’T is a noble morn:
The dews hang thick on the fringed thorn,
And the frost shrinks back, like a beaten hound,
Under the steaming, steaming ground.
Behold, where the billowy clouds flow by,
And leave us alone in the clear gray sky!
Our horses are ready and steady.—So, ho!
I ’m gone, like a dart from the Tartar’s bow.
Hark, hark!—Who calleth the maiden Morn
From her sleep in the woods and the stubble corn?
The horn,—the horn!
The merry, sweet ring of the hunter’s horn.
Now, thorough the copse, where the fox is found,
And over the stream, at a mighty bound,
And over the high lands, and over the low,
O’er furrows, o’er meadows, the hunters go!
Away!—as a hawk flies full at its prey,
So flieth the hunter, away,—away!
From the burst at the cover till set of sun,
When the red fox dies, and—the day is done!
Hark, hark!—What sound on the wind is borne?
’T is the conquering voice of the hunter’s horn.
The horn,—the horn!
The merry, bold voice of the hunter’s horn.
Sound! Sound the horn! To the hunter good
What ’s the gulley deep or the roaring flood?
Right over he bounds, as the wild stag bounds,
At the heels of his swift, sure, silent hounds.
O, what delight can a mortal lack,
When he once is firm on his horse’s back,
With his stirrups short, and his snaffle strong,
And the blast of the horn for his morning song?
Hark, hark!—Now, home! and dream till morn
Of the bold, sweet sound of the hunter’s horn!
The horn,—the horn!
O, the sound of all sounds is the hunter’s horn!
poem by Barry Cornwall
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La Voix
Je ne veux de personne auprès de ma tristesse
Ni même ton cher pas et ton visage aimé,
Ni ta main indolente et qui d’un doigt caresse
Le ruban paresseux et le livre fermé.
Laissez-moi. Que ma porte aujourd’hui reste close ;
N’ouvrez pas ma fenêtre au vent frais du matin ;
Mon cœur est aujourd’hui misérable et morose
Et tout me paraît sombre et tout me semble vain.
Ma tristesse me vient de plus loin que moi-même,
Elle m’est étrangère et ne m’appartient pas,
Et tout homme, qu’il chante ou qu’il rie ou qu’il aime,
À son heure l’entend qui lui parle tout bas,
Et quelque chose alors se remue et s’éveille,
S’agite, se répand et se lamente en lui,
À cette sourde voix qui lui dit à l’oreille,
Que la fleur de la vie est cendre dans son fruit.
poem by Henri de Regnier
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Ghosts Of Cape Horn
All around old cape horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
Some who wish theyd never been born
They are the ghosts of cape horn
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Sailing away at the break of morn
They are the ghosts of cape horn
See them all in sad repair
Demons dance everywhere
Southern gales, tattered sails
And none to tell the tales
Come all of you rustic old sea dogs
Who follow the great southern cross
You were rounding the horn
In the eye of a storm
When ya lost er one day
And you read all yer letters
From oceans away
Then you took them to the bottom of the sea
All around old cape horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
Those who wish theyd never been born
They are the ghosts of cape horn
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Sailing away at the break of morn
They are the ghosts of cape horn
Come all you old sea dogs from devon
Southampton, penzance, and kinsale
You were caught by the chance
Of a sailors last dance
It was not meant to be
And ya read all yer letters
Cried anchor aweigh
Then ya took them to the bottom of the sea
All around old cape horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
Those who wish theyd never been born
They are the ghosts of cape horn
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Sailing away at the break of morn
They are the ghosts of cape horn
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Pensée perdue
Elle est si douce, la pensée,
Qu'il faut, pour en sentir l'attrait,
D'une vision commencée
S'éveiller tout à coup distrait.
Le coeur dépouillé la réclame ;
Il ne la fait point revenir,
Et cependant elle est dans l'âme,
Et l'on mourrait pour la finir.
A quoi pensais-je tout à l'heure ?
A quel beau songe évanoui
Dois-je les larmes que je pleure ?
Il m'a laissé tout ébloui.
Et ce bonheur d'une seconde,
Nul effort ne me l'a rendu ;
Je n'ai goûté de joie au monde
Qu'en rêve, et mon rêve est perdu.
poem by Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
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Satire II: En Excedent 'Ca Va' (Un Bout de Semiologie) 'Fare Fair' Excess (A Semiological Dig)
'Demandez vous de moi, 'Ca va? '? ' 'Ask of me, 'Fare fair? '? '
'Ca va? ...Ca va? ' 'Fare fair? ...Fare fair? '
'Ca va....Ca va? ' 'Fare fair....Fare fair? '
'Tout va.' 'All fair.'
'Beaucoup trop 'Ca va'.' 'Much too much 'Fare fair'.'
'Un 'Tout va'.' 'One 'All fair'.'
'O! la! la! le temps! ' 'O! la! la! the time! '
'Helas! un n'est pas tout va! ' 'Alas! One is not all fair! '
'Adieu! Mon Dieu! ' 'Good bye! My God! '
'Il est, et est Temps.' 'He is, and is Time.'
poem by Douglas Scotney
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La Cygalle
O que nous t'estimons heureuse,
Gentille Cygale amoureuse,
Car aussi tost que tu as beu
Dessus les arbrisseaux un peu
De la rosée, aussi contente
Qu'est une princesse puissante,
Tu fais de ta doucette vois
Tressaillir les monz et les bois.
Tout ce qu'aporte la campagne,
Tout ce qu'aporte la montagne,
Est de ton propre. Au laboureur
Tu plais sur-tout, car son labeur
N'offences ni portes dommage
N'à luy, ni à son labourage.
Tout homme estime ta bonté,
Douce prophette de l'été.
La Muse t'aime, et t'aime aussi
Apollon, qui t'a fait ainsi
Doucement chanter. La vieillesse
Comme nous jamais ne te blesse,
O sage, o fille terre-née,
Aime-chansons, passionnée
Qui ne fus onc d'affection,
Franche de toute passion,
Sans estre de sang ni de chair,
Presque semblable à Jupiter.
poem by Remy Belleau
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If regret was a horn, one's horn would reach the sky.
Sombre sous l'ombre
Sombre
Sous l'ombre
C'est là
Que j'attendrai ma défaite.
Pas à pas
La tête
Altière et résignée
Je franchirai les couloirs
De la tombe
Sous le parapluie noir.
Au milieu des hécatombes
Je laisserai mes derniers
Baisers
Et les flammes
De mon âme
Affaiblies
Par ton mépris.
Au milieu des intempéries
Je t'ai attendue pour des heures
Mais, tu ne t'es pas présentée.
Est-ce ta façon de déraciner ma vie?
En tout cas, j'ai laissé
Sur ton perron: une gerbe de fleurs
Un verre rempli de mes pleurs
Une boite de beurre
Et des jolies sandales
Tout près de la boite postale.
Tu m'as abandonné
Sous l'ombre,
Seul et isolé
Où tout est sombre.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Little Horn
Theres an apple in the pussy mouth
Now I am the dinner whore
Theres a tumor in the t.v. mouth
Burn it out before it grows
Someone better get the dog to kick,
Jaws wired shut to save the dick
Out of the bottomless pit comes the little horn
little horn is born
The world spreads its legs for another star
World shows its face for another scar
Dead will dance for what is left
The worms will wait with baited breath
your blind have now become my deaf
So says this little horn
save yourself from this...
(chorus)
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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