3 octobre 2005
- Wachovia
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Wash Musique: Vedder, Gossard, Ament, McCready, Krusen Paroles: Vedder Album: Single Alive Date: 1992 Oh please let it rain today. This city's so filthy. Like my mind in ways. Oh, was the time. Like a clean new taste. Smiling eyes before me and tears from my face. Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love, yeah. Sin for sale. Buying just a need. Just who planted all the devils seeds? And what's the truth? And the truth that lies at home. It's on the inside and I can't get it off. Yeah. Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love, yeah. What's clean is pure. But hey, I'm white on the outside. Though I stray. What she don't know today might kill us both tomorrow. Bring it back someday. Bring it back, bring it back. Back to, to the clean form. To the pure form. Wash my love. (x8) |
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Hail Hail Musique: Vedder, Gossard, Ament, McCready Paroles: Vedder Album: No Code Date: 27 août 1996 Ah, is there room for both of us? Both of us apart? Are we bound out of obligation? Is that all we've got? I get the words and then I get to thinking. I don't want to think, I want to feel. And how do I feel? And how do I... If you're the only one will I never be enough? Yeah. Hail hail the lucky ones. I refer to those in love. Yeah. Oh, how I'll love you til the day I die and beyond. Are we going to the same place? If so can I come? It's egg rolling thick and heavy. All the past you carry. Oh, I could be new. You underestimate me. If you're the only one will I never be enough? Yeah. Hail hail the lucky ones. I refer to those in love. Yeah. I sometimes realize I could only be as good as you'll let me. Are you woman enough to be my man? Bandaged hand in hand. I find it on the run in a race that can't be won. Yeah. All hail the lucky ones. I refer to those in love. Yeah. If you're my only one, so could you only one? I want to be your one. Enough! You won no one. You're one. |
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Brain of J Musique: McCready Paroles: Vedder Album: Yield Date: 8 février 1998 Who's got the brain of JFK? What's it mean to us now? Pause, it sounds distrust. But I can tell you this is no lie. Yeah. The whole world will be different soon. The whole world will be relieved. You? You've been taught, whipped into shape, now they got you in line. Stand behind the stripes. That was the order so give up your mind. The whole world will be different soon. The whole world will be relieved. And by name, the name they gave me, the name I'm letting go. The whole world will be different soon. The whole world will be relieved. |
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Spin The Black Circle Musique: Vedder, Gossard, Ament, McCready, Abruzzese Paroles: Vedder Album: Vitalogy Date: 6 décembre 1994 See this needle... a see my hand. Drop, drop, dropping it down oh so gently. Well here it comes. I touch the plane. Turn me up, won't turn you away. Spin the black circle. Pull it out... a paper sleeve. Oh my joy. Only you deserve conceit. I'm so big. A-my whole world. I'd rather you, rather you than her. Spin the black circle. You're so warm. The ritual when I lay down your crooked arm. Spin the black circle. |
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Given To Fly Musique: McCready Paroles: Vedder Album: Yield Date: 3 février 1998 He could have tuned in, tuned in, but he tuned out. A bad time nothing could save him. Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out. He got up outta there ran for hundreds of miles. He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree. The wind rose up set him down on his knee. A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw. Deliver him wings, "Hey look at me now!" Arms wide open with the sea as his floor oh, oh, oh... He's flying, whole! High! wide! oh... He floated back down cause he wanted to share. This key to the locks, on the chains, he saw everywhere. But first he was stripped, and then he was stabbed by faceless men. Well fuckers, he still stands. And he still gets his love he just gives it away. The love he receives is the love that is saved. And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky. A human being that was given to fly... Flying! whole... High! flying! whole... He's flying! woah... High... woah... oh... |
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Sad |
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Alone Ecrit par: Vedder, Gossard, Ament, McCready, Abbruzzese Album: Go Single Date: 1993 Wide awake and he shakes in a panic Never woke up alone ever before Had his woman long as he can remember Tries to forget, but he can't, he can't... Out of bed and he dreams in the shower She's standing naked and apologizing Reaches for her `till his mind becomes blood hot Woken up to be burned, burned, again... Go it alone You got it, so it goes I wanna breathe and i said I can't take it any other way On the streets he's walkin', wounded Doesn't smile for the child at play Thoughts of suicide and alleviation Anything to get his heart off of the coals Go it alone You got it, so it goes Try to breathe, but you can't You can't take it any other way, yeah, yeah... ..myself, don't talk to me I can help myself, don't talk to me I can help myself, myself I can help myself, don't talk to me I can help myself, don't talk to me I can help myself, don't talk to me I can help myself, myself... ..myself, don't talk to me I can help myself |
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Even Flow Musique: Gossard Paroles: Vedder Album: Ten Date: 27 août 1991 Freezing. Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete. Again. Oh, Feeling maybe he'll see a little better set a days. Ooh yeah. Oh, hand out faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar. Ooh yeah. Oh, dark grin. He can't help when his happy looks insane. Ooh. Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yeah. Ooh. Oh, someday yet he'll begin his life again. Life again. Life again. Kneeling. Looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read. Ooh yeah. Oh, praying now to something that has never showed him anything. Oh, feeling understands the weather of the winters on its way. Oh, ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame. Yeah. Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Oh, he don't know so he chases them away. Oh, someday yet he'll begin his life again. Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away. Him away. Him away. Yeah. Woo. Ah Yeah. Fuck your money. Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Oh, he don't know so he chases them away. A-someday yet he'll begin his life again. Yeah. Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away. Him away. Him away. Yeah. Woo. Uh huh yeah. Yeah yeah, momma mommy |
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Green Disease Ecrit par: Vedder Album: Riot Act Date: 12 novembre 2002 It's a disease and they're all green. It emminates from their being. Agitation with occupation. And like weeds with big leaves. Stealing light from what's beneath. Where they have more. Still they take more. Course I know. Then I don't. There's a stoway with my throat. It's deceiving. I don't believe him. We can scream out our doors. Behind the wall a fat man snores. In his dreams he's choking on leaves. Well I guess there's nothing wrong with what you say. But don't sell me, "There can't be better ways." Tell the captain "This boat's not safe, and we're drowning." Turns up he's the one making waves. Waves. Waves. I said there's nothing wrong with what you say. Believe me just asking you to sway. No white or black just grey. Can you feel this world with your heart and not your brain? |
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Faithfull Musique: McCready Paroles: Vedder Album: Yield Date: 3 février 1998 Plaque on the wall says that, "No one's slept here." It's rare to come appon a bridge that has not been around, or been stepped on. Whatever the notion we lace in our prayers, the man upstairs is used to all of this noise. I'm through with screaming. It echoes. Nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes. Like echoes. Nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes, like this. We're faithfull. We all believe, we all believe it. Echoes. Nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes. We're faithfull. We all believe we all believe it. M-Y-T-H is belief in the game. Controls that keeps us in our box of fear. We never listen. Voice inside so drowned out. Drowned... You are, you are, you are everything. And everything is you. Me you, you me, it's all related. What's a boy to do? Just be a darling and I will be too, faithfull to you. |
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Whipping |
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Not For You Musique: Vedder, Gossard, Ament, McCready, Abruzzese Paroles: Vedder Album: Vitalogy Date: 6 décembre 1994 Restless soul, enjoy your youth. Like Muhammad. Hits the truth. Can't escape from the common rule - if you hate something don't you do it too. Small my table. A-sits just two. Got so crowded. I can't make room. Oh where did they come from? Stormed my room. And you dare say it belongs to you. To you. This is not for you. My friends call me Ed, they call me. My friends they don't scream. My friends don't call. My friends don't. All that's sacred comes from youth. Dedication. Naive and true. With no power. Nothing to do. I still remember. Why don't you? Don't you? This is not for you. Never was for you. Fuck you. This is not for you. |
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Leatherman Musique: Vedder Paroles: Vedder Album: Single Given To Fly Date: 6 janvier 1998 I heard about a man to whom I may be related. He's leatherman. Died a long time ago in the 1880's. Leatherman. Leatherman. Covered with leather but it wasn't tight. Underneath a moon in the woods at night. Making the rounds ten miles a day. Once a month they'd spot him and here's what they'd say. "Here he comes. He's a man of the land. He's leatherman Smile on his face. Axe in his pack. He's leatherman. Leatherman. Leatherman." Comes out of the caves once a day to be fed. He wasn't known to stay much but, "Thanks for the bread." So, modern day I walk my way with my jacket faded just like a man of leather whom I may be related. Rolled cigarette for which he'd ask for a light. Appear to be an animal. Yet, so polite. Making the rounds ten miles a day. Once a month they'd spot him and here's what they'd say "Here he comes he's a man of the land. He's leatherman Smile on his face. Axe in his hand. He's leatherman. Leatherman. Leatherman." Leatherman. Leatherman. Shake his hand. He's leatherman. Bake some bread. He's leatherman. Shame he's dead. I saw his bed. It's all that's left of leatherman. Leatherman. Give me some skin Leatherman. |
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Betterman Ecrit par: Vedder Album: Vitalogy Date: 6 décembre 1994 Waiting, watching the clock. It's four o'clock. It's got to stop. Tell him. Take no more. She practices her speech as he opens the door, she rolls over. Pretends to sleep as he looks her over. She lies and says she's in love with him. Can't find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man. Can't find a better man. Talking to herself, "There's no one else who needs to know," she tells herself. Memories back when she was smooth and strong and waiting for the world to come along. Swears she knew him now she swears he's gone. She lies and says she's in love with him. Can't find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man. She lies and says she still loves him. Can't find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man. Can't find a better man. She loved him, yeah. She don't want to leave this way. She feeds him, yeah. That's why she'll be back again. Can't find a better man. |
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Nothingman |
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Once Musique: Gossard Paroles: Vedder Album: Ten Date: 27 août 1991 Ooo... I admit it. What's to say? Yeah. I'll relive it without pain. Mmmm. Back street lover on the side of the road. I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode. I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes. I play. Once upon a time I could control myself. Ooh, once upon a time I could lose myself. Yeah. Oh, try and mimic what's insane. Ooh. I am in it, where do I stand? (Stand, stand.) Oh, Indian summer and I hate the heat. I got a back street lover on the passenger seat. I got my hand in my pocket, so determined, discreet. I pray. Once upon a time I could control myself. Ooh, once upon a time I could lose myself. Yeah waa. You think I got my eyes closed but I've been looking at you the whole fucking time. Ooh, once upon a time I could control myself. Yeah. Once upon a time I could lose myself. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Once upon a time I could love myself. Yeah. Once upon a time I could love you. Yeah, yeah. Once... (x4) Yeah. Once... Once, yeah... Yeah. Yeah... Yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah... Oww... |
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Bleed For Me Ecrit par: Dead Kennedys You've been hanging around With an enemy of the state Come with me to the building That no one stops to watch C'mon bleed C'mon bleed C'mon bleed Bleed for me We'll strap you to a pipe Electrodes on your balls C'mon scream C'mon writhe Face down in a pool of piss C'mon bleed C'mon bleed C'mon bleed Bleed for me In the name of world peace In the name of world profits America pumps up our secret police America wants fuel To get it, it needs puppets So what's ten million dead? If it's keeping out the russians We're well trained by the cia With yankee tax money in ft. bragg The peace corps builds us labor camps When they think they're building schools When cowboy ronnie comes to town Forks out his tongue at human rights Sit down, enjoy our ethnic meal Dine on some charbroiled nuns Try a medal on Smile at the mirror as the cameras click Smile at the mirror as the cameras click And make big business happy! Anytime Anyplace Maybe you'll just disappear C'mon bleed C'mon bleed C'mon bleed Bleed for me |
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Blood Musique: Vedder, Gossard, Ament, McCready, Abruzzese Paroles: Vedder Album: Vs Date: 19 octobre 1993 Spin me round. Roll me over. Fucking circus. Stab it down. One way needle. Pulled so slowly. Drains and spills. Soaks the pages. Fills their sponges. It's my blood. (x2) Paint Ed big. Turn Ed into one of his enemies. It's my blood. (x3) Stab it down. Fill the pages. Suck my life out. Maker of my enemies. Take my... Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Rats. |
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Around The Bend Ecrit par: Vedder Album: No Code Date: 27 août 1996 I'm wishing you a-well... Mind at peace within yourself... Covers up, I cast you off... I'll be watching as you breathe.... I lie still, you move, I send you off around the bend... I hold your head deep in my arms... My fingertips they close your eyes... Off you dream, my little child... There's a sun around the bend... There's a sun around the bend... All the evenings close like this... All these moments that I've missed... Please forgive me, won't you, dear ? Please forgive and let me share With you around the bend... You're an angel when you sleep... How I want your soul to keep On and on around the bend... |
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Harvest Moon |
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Hard To Imagine Musique: Gossard Paroles: Vedder Album: Chicago Cab Soundtrack Date: 28 août 1998 Paint a picture, forty shades of gray Light your pillow, lay back, watch the flames I'll tell a story, no one would listen that long It's hard to imagine, it's hard to imagine... Fuck tradition, no one's safe from harm Wait a little, cup and curse these arms After having seen all that they saw It's hard to imagine, it's hard to imagine... Things were different then, all is different now I tried to explain, some how... Things were different then, all is different now I tried to explain, some how... Things were different then, all is different now I tried to explain, i hope this works somehow... Things were different then, all is different now I tried to explain, oh, somehow... Ooh...oh...oh.... |
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Crown Of Thorns Ecrit par: Andrew Wood, Mother Love Bone You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory? Say he who rides a pony must someday fall I been talkin' to my alter Life is what you make it And if you make it death well then rest your soul away Away away yeah child It's a broken kind of feeling She'd have to tie me to the ceiling A bad moon's a comin' better say your prayers I wanna tell her that I love her But does it really matter? I just can't stand to see you dragging down Again So I'm singing This is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's unkind and leaves me alone Yes it does I uses to treat you like a lady Now you're a substitute teacher This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight I owe the man some money so I'm turnin over honey You see Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time This is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's unkind and leaves me alone Yes it does Like a crown of thorns it's all who you know So don't burn your bridges woman cause someday, yeah Kick it! Baby i said com' on, com' on, com' on, com' on yeah I said baby don't burn your bridges woman |
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Crazy Mary Ecrit par: Victoria Williams She lived on the curve in the road in an old tar paper shack. On the south side of the town on the wrong side of the tracks. Sometimes on the way into town we'd say, "Mama can we stop and give her a ride?" Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side. Wild eyed crazy Mary. Down a long dirt road past the Parson's place. That old blue car we used to race. Little country store with a sign tacked to the side. Said 'NO LOITERING ALLOWED.' Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd. Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around. Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass it a... A-take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around. One night thunder cracked. Mercy backed outside her windowsill. Dreamed I was flying high above the trees over the hills. Looked down into the house of Mary. Terrible thoughts. Newspaper covered walls. And Mary rising up above it all. Oh... Oh... Oh... Next morning on the way into town saw some skid marks and followed them around. Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary. That what you fear the most could meet you halfway. That what you fear the most could meet you halfway. Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around. Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it around. Pass it a... Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around. Oh, pass it a... Pass it arround. Pass it a... Pass it a... Pass it a... Oh yeah. |
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Alive Musique: Gossard Paroles: Vedder Album: Ten Date: 27 août 1991 "Son," she said, "Have I got a little story for you. What you thought was your daddy was nothing but a... While you were sitting home alone at age thirteen your real daddy was dying. Sorry you didn't see him but I'm glad we talked." Oh, I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey, I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey, I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey, ooh. Oh, she walks slowly across a young man's room. She said, "I'm ready for you." Why I can't remember anything to this very day? 'Cept the look. The look. Oh, you know where. Now I can't see I just stare. I... I'm still alive. Hey I... But, I'm still alive. Hey I... Boy, I'm still alive. Hey I... Oh, I'm still alive. Yeah. Ooh yeah. Yeah yeah yeah. Oh. Ooh. "Is something wrong?" She said. Of course there is. "You're still alive." She said. Oh, and do I deserve to be? Is that the question? And if so, if so, who answers? Who answers! I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey I... But, I'm still alive. Yeah I... Ooh, I'm still alive. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. |
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Last Kiss Ecrit par: Wayne Cochran Album: Single Last Kiss Date: 8 juin 1999 Oh where, oh where can my baby be? The Lord took her away from me She's gone to heaven so I got to be good So I can see my baby when I leave this world We were out on a date in my daddy's car We hadn't driven very far There in the road, straight ahead A car was stalled, the engine was dead I couldn't stop so I swirved to the right I'll never forget the sound that night The screaming tyres, the bust-in glass The painful scream that I heard last Oh where, oh where can my baby be? The Lord took her away from me She's gone to heaven so I got to be good So I can see my baby when I leave this world When I woke up the rain was pouring down There were people standing all around Something warm falling through my eyes But somehow I found my baby that night I lifted her head, she looked at me and said "Hold me darling just a little while" I held her close, I kissed her our last kiss I'd found the love that I knew I had missed But now she's gone even though I hold her tight I lost my love, my life that night Oh where, oh where can my baby be? The Lord took her away from me She's gone to heaven so I got to be good So I can see my baby when I leave this world |
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In My Tree Musique: Gossard, Irons Paroles: Vedder Album: No Code Date: 27 août 1996 Up here in my tree. Yeah. Newspapers matter not to me. Yeah. No, no more crowbars to my head. Yeah. I'm trading stories with the leaves instead. Yeah. I wave to all my friends. Yeah. They don't seem to notice me. No. Ah, their eyes strait on the street. Yo! Oh... Sidewalks cigarettes and seams. Yeah. Yeah... Up here so high I start to shake. Up here so high the sky I scrape. I'm so high I hold just one breath deep within my chest just like innocence. (Eddie's down in his home) (Oh, the blue sky it's his home) (Eddie's blue sky home) (Oh, the blue sky it's his home) I remember when, yeah, I swore I knew everything. Oh, yeah. They say knowledge is a tree. Yeah. It's growing up just like me. Yeah. I'm so light the wind me shakes. I'm so high the sky I scrape. Yea, I'm so high I hold just one breath, to go back to my nest, to sleep with innocence. Up here so high the boughs they break. Up here so high the sky I scrape. And my eyes feel both wide open. And I got a glimpse of my inner sense. Got back my innocence. Still got it. Still got it. |
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Do The Evolution Musique: Gossard Paroles: Vedder Album: Yield Date: 3 février 1998 I'm ahead, I'm a man I'm the first mammal to wear pants. I am at peace with my lust. I can kill cause in god I trust. It's evolution baby. I'm a piece of the man. I buy stocks on the day of the crash. On the loose. I'm a truck. All the rolling hills I'll flatten 'em out. It's herd behavior. Uh huh. It's evolution baby Admire me, admire my home, admire my son, he's my clone. This land is mine, this land is free, I'll do what I want, yet irresponsibly. It's evolution baby. I'm a thief. I'm a liar. There's my church I sing in the choir. Hall-le-lu-jah. Admire me, admire my home, admire my song, admire my clothes. Consider, appetite for nightly feasts. Those ignorant Indians got nothing on me. Nothing. Why? Because, it's evolution baby. I am ahead, I am advanced, I am the first mammal to make plans. I crawled the earth, but now I'm higher. 2010 watch it go to fire. It's evolution baby. Do the evolution. |
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Sonic Reducer Ecrit par: Dead Boys I don't need anyone, don't need no mom and dad Don't need no good advice, don't need no human rights I got some news for you, don't even need you too I got my time machine, got my 'lectronic dream Sonic reducer, ain't no loser...oh... Got a sonic reducer, sonic reducer... People out on the streets, they don't know who I am I watch them from my room, they are just passing by I'm not just anyone, said I'm not just anyone I got my time machine, got my little electronic dream Sonic reducer, ain't no loser...oh... Sonic reducer, sonic reducer...ahhh... I'll be your bearer soon, love on some cotton doom Things will be different then, the sun will rise from here Then I'll be ten feet tall, then you'll be nothing at all I got my time machine, got my 'lectronic dream Sonic reducer, ain't no loser...oh... Sonic reducer, sonic reducer...oh... Sonic reducer, sonic reducer...yeah... Sonic reducer, sonic reducer, sonic reducer...oh… |
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Little Sister Ecrit par: Doc Pomus & Mort Shuman Little sister, don’t you Little sister, don’t you Little sister, don’t you kiss me once or twice Then say it’s very nice And then you run Little sister, don’t you Do what your big sister done Well, I dated your big sister And took her to a show I went for some candy Along came jim dandy And they snuck right out of the door Little sister, don’t you Little sister, don’t you Little sister, don’t you kiss me once or twice Then say it’s very nice And then you run Little sister, don’t you Do what your big sister done Ev’ry time I see your sister Well she’s got somebody new She’s mean and she’s evil Like that old boll weevil Guess I’ll try my luck with you Little sister, don’t you Little sister, don’t you Little sister, don’t you kiss me once or twice Then say it’s very nice And then you run Little sister, don’t you Do what your big sister done Well, I used to pull your pigtails And pinch your turned-up nose But you been a growin’ And baby, it’s been showin’ From your head down to your toes Little sister, don’t you Little sister, don’t you Little sister, don’t you kiss me once or twice Then say it’s very nice And then you run Little sister, don’t you Do what your big sister done Little sister, don’t you Do what your big sister done Little sister, don’t you Do what your big sister done Little sister |
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Leaving Here Ecrit par: High Numbers Reprise sur l'album: Home Alive - The Art Of Self Defense Date: 20 février 1996 Hey, fellas, have you heard the news? oh yeah... The women of this town are being misused...oh yeah... I've seen it all in my dreams last night...oh yeah... Girls leaving this town 'cause we don't treat 'em right, yeah...oh yeah... Well, i'll take a train...take a train... Fly by plane...fly by plane... They're getting tired...getting tired... They're sick and tired...sick and tired... All you fellas better change your ways...oh yeah... They're leaving this town in a matter of days...oh yeah... Girls are good, you better treat 'em true...oh yeah... Seen fellas run around with someone new...oh yeah... I'm getting tired...getting tired... Sick and tired...sick and tired... They're leaving here...leaving here... Are leaving here...leaving here... Are leaving here...yeah, yeah... Leaving here...been a while... Oh yeah... The love of a woman is a wonderful thing...oh yeah... The way that we treat 'em is a trying shame...oh yeah... I'll tell you fellas, yeah, it won't be long...oh yeah... Before these women, they all have gone...oh yeah... They're getting tired...getting tired... Sick and tired...sick and tired... Yeah, take a train...take a train... Fly by plane...fly by plane... They're leaving here...yeah, yeah, yeah... Leaving here... Leaving, leaving...oh, leaving here, now... Baby, baby, baby...please don't leave here...oh... |
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Rockin' In The Free World Ecrit par: Neil Young There are colors on the street Red, white and blue People shufflin' their feet People sleepin' in their shoes But there's a warnin' sign on the road ahead There's a lot of people sayin' we'd be better off dead Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them So I try to forget it, any way I can. Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world I see a woman in the night With a baby in her hand Under an old street light Near a garbage can Now she puts the kid away, and she's gone to get a hit She hates her life, and what she's done to it There's one more kid that will never go to school Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool. Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world We got a thousand points of light For the homeless man We got a kinder, gentler, Machine gun hand We got department stores and toilet paper Got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer Got a man of the people, says keep hope alive Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive. Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world |
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Yellow Ledbetter |
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Concerts - Amérique du nord 2005 - Philadelphie 3.10.2005 |
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01 - WASH | 01 - ENCORE BREAK | 01 - ENCORE BREAK | |||||
02 - HAIL HAIL | 02 - AROUND THE BEND | 02 - LAST KISS | Résumé en français | ||||
BRAIN OF J | 03 - HARVEST MOON | 03 - IN MY TREE | |||||
03 - SPIN THE BLACK CIRCLE | 04 - HARD TO IMAGINE | 04 - DO THE EVOLUTION | |||||
04 - GIVEN TO FLY | 05 - CROWN OF THORNS | 05 - SONIC REDUCER | |||||
05 - SAD | 06 - CRAZY MARY | 06 - LITTLE SISTER | |||||
06 - ALONE | 07 - ALIVE | 07 - LEAVING HERE | |||||
07 - EVEN FLOW | ROCKIN' IN THE FREE W. | ||||||
08 - GREEN DISEASE | 08 - YELLOW LEDBETTER | ||||||
09 - FAITHFULL | |||||||
10 - WHIPPING | |||||||
11 - NOT FOR YOU | |||||||
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12 - BETTERMAN | |||||||
13 - NOTHINGMAN | |||||||
14 - ONCE | |||||||
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15 - BLOOD | |||||||