Paroles ... Confiant, entrainant mais mélancolique. Chanteuse & choristes, ...Confiant, entrainant mais mélancolique. Chanteuse & choristes, guitare acoustique & rythmique.
While you wander the streets
Thinking who you gonna meet?
Looking left
And looking right
Thinking you rather not be alone tonight
You keep on living your life
While I keep thinking of you
You keep feeling alright
When I keep on feeling blue
Yea
Always thinking of you
Always, always, always thinking of you
Now thinking only makes me feel blue
Keep on looking left & looking right
Thinking you rather not be alone tonight
While you wander the streets
Thinking who are you gonna meet?
Looking left & looking right
Thinking you rather not be alone tonight
Paroles ... Chanson en français. Jazz. Confiant & paisible. Voix d'homme & de ...Chanson en français. Jazz. Confiant & paisible. Voix d'homme & de femme, piano, accordéon, basse & batterie.
Interprètes : John Greaves (vx)
Himiko Paganotti (vx)
Sophia Domancich (pn)
David Venitucci (acc)
Simon Goubert (dr)
Bernard Paganotti (bs)
Au jour de fête de ma tête Le soleil éblouit mes rêves Je vois la rose et le muguet Danser au feu de ma gaieté
Brûlent les jours dans un sourire
Couleurs odeurs tout avive La flamme tendre de ma vie Le parfum voluptueux des jours Etourdit le cœur de mes sens
Brûlent les jours dans un sourire
Pourquoi pleurer quand la vie va Le noir destin dort sur la rive Et passe la barque de mon trépasPremier arrêt vers la dérive
Brûlent les jours dans un sourire
Et je rame vers l’au-delà Une rame ici et une rame là Avec la crainte de la fiancée Désordonnée mais décidée Une flamme lèche ma joie Où irai-je si ce n’est là Où reposent tous les sans foi Dans le lit du Nirvana FEAST DAY
The day of my head’s feast day My dreams are dazzled by the sun I see the rose and the lily of the valley Dancing to the fire of my joy The days are burning in a smile
Colours and smells brighten The tender flame of my life The voluptuous perfume of my days Makes dizzy the heart of my senses
Why cry when life is ok The dark destiny sleeps on the bank And the barque of my demise passes by
And I row towards the hereafter An oar here and a oar there With the dread of the betrothed Disoriented but determined
A flame licks at my joy Where will I go if not there Where all the faithless lie in repose In the bed of Nirvana
Blue Jean Baby, stop looking so sad.I’ve seen the future, it ain’t looking that bad.The trees were higher, you were still there.I’m not supposed to tell you anything about it. You say that all is over now.But I’ve seen it, you’ll get through somehow.You must find the way.Because I’ve seen it, you’ll get through someday. Blue Jean Baby, what have you done.You lost all faith in everyone.But Blue Jean Baby, it can’t be all bad.Finish this chapter, write another story now. You say that all is over now.But I’ve seen it, you’ll get through somehow.You must find the way.Because I’ve seen it, you’ll get through someday.
Elle disait tant de chosesDu chant de la vie en roseErreur je supposeC’était oh baby oh baby oh Elle parlait poésieLa rose c’est la vieLe ciel entr’elle et lui maisC’était oh baby oh baby oh Je buvais dans son verreSi grand si vert si troublantSes nus célibatairesSi grands sévères se mouvantDedans Je l’avais mal compriseLa chanson de la promiseC’était à ma surprisePlutôt baby oh baby oh
Tu dicevi troppe coseCanzoni tinte di roseParole grazioseOh baby oh baby oh Parlava di poesieRose c'est la vieIl cielo è sceso quiOh baby oh baby oh Bevevo dai suoi vetriCosì grandi, così verdi e tetriI suoi nudi celibiCosì grandi, severi e mobiliIn te Scese quindi la mia sposaIncompresa fu la rosaCome ogni altra cosaOh baby oh baby oh Tu dicevi troppe coseCanzoni tinte di roseParole grazioseOh baby oh baby oh Parlava di poesieRose c'est la vieIl cielo è sceso quiOh baby oh baby oh Bevevo dai suoi vetriCosì grandi, così verdi e tetriI suoi nudi celibiCosì grandi, severi e mobiliIn te Scese quindi la mia sposaIncompresa fu la rosaCome ogni altra cosaOh baby oh baby oh
Paroles ... Indie rock. Intro aux synthétiseurs dans un esprit psyché & ...Indie rock. Intro aux synthétiseurs dans un esprit psyché & rêveur, évoluant avec une voix féminine, batterie, clavier, guitare acoustique & basse.
ROBIN HOOD If you know where Robin Hood is dead you got to put some silver roses on his grave Tell him everybody knows his name But a name is not enough to stop the pain A name is not enough to kill the pain If you meet some Robin Hood today you got to keep the fire burning in his hand Put some little candles on his way and see a million stars shining bright again and see a million stars shining bright again If you become Robin Hood some day I wish your wings will bring you to the end Time is long for people in the shade Because these hundred years were not enough to share Because these hundred years were not enough to share Because these hundred years were not enough to share
Loneliness –
Ain't no coward's friend;
For folks like me though
It's a constant.
Something I know,
Something I can lean on,
Something to hold,
When everyone else is gone.
I was lucky to have you,
We laid side by side.
Glad when you said hello,
I was glad when you said goodbye.
Honey, I – I ain't got no fear.
Been ‘round and ‘round,
And I've seen many a tear.
And you and I,
We are free
And we run.
You're gonna have to get real strong,
If ya gonna sing this song.
Find your bravery –
If yer gonna go it alone.
Oh, in a little while,
You're just gonna "be".
Take it from someone wild,
Oh it's good to be free!
Honey, I – I ain't got no fear.
Been ‘round and ‘round,
And I've seen many a tear.
And you and I,
We are free
And we run.
Paroles ... Bossa Nova typique des années 60's. Tendre, chaleureux & charmant ...Bossa Nova typique des années 60's. Tendre, chaleureux & charmant avec une touche de mélancolie. Chanteuse, guitare brésilienne, caxixi & bugle @ 1'12.
Como não recordar de nós dois, quanta saudade
Tantas lembranças tão antigas tão presentes
Que não posso esquecer, como poderia
Nao tem jeito não
Mesmo se eu quisesse renegar, anos depois
Cada passo lado a lado
Cada laço assim atado
Eu não poderia deslembrar jamais
Tem jeito não
Tempo passou pra nós dois
Mas ficou um gosto bom
Tempos depois pra nós dois
Tempo bom que passou
Que passou que ficou
Alternate. Bossa Nova typique des années 60's. tendre, chaleureux & ...Alternate. Bossa Nova typique des années 60's. tendre, chaleureux & charmant avec une touche de mélancholie. Bugle lead, guitare & percussions brésiliennes légères.
There was a time
When I thought that you were just a player
And all my time
Depended on what you would do
And i would try
To look and sound like someone that I wasn’t
Cause you were the guy
Oh man oh yes oh yes you were the guy
And i would
Dress my hair
Make it look nice
Make sure I would have some hypnotizing eyes
Touch up my lipstick with my tiny pocket glass
Wear some jeans that shape a pretty little ass
I guess, That’s how I met my first love
The best person that I could dream of
There were some times
When you would see your friends and other women
And all that time
I’d go and do the same ‘till you were home
And i would try
To ignore my jealous opinions
Cause you were the guy
Oh man oh yes you were my handsome guy
And they would
Dress their hair
Make it look nice
Make sure they would have some hypnotizing eyes
Touch up their lipstick with their tiny pocket glass
Wear some jeans that shape a pretty little ass
I guess, That’s how we end a first love
And now, I just have to move on
(Humming)
And they would
Dress their hair
Make it look nice
Make sure they would have some hypnotizing eyes
Touch up their lipstick with their tiny pocket glass
Wear some jeans that shape a pretty little ass
I guess, That’s how we end a first love
And now, I just have to move on
Paroles ... Folk-blues-rock profond au cœur brisé, chanté en espagnol. Voix de ...Folk-blues-rock profond au cœur brisé, chanté en espagnol. Voix de femme, guitare folk, guitare électrique, piano électrique, chœurs. Rythme @ 0'42.
ES:
Encerraste mi corazón para juzgarlo, evaluarlo y compararlo
Escogiste estrenar un nuevo corazón sin llanto, sin camino,
sin rasguños, sin tantos malos ratos.
Oyeme si yo fallé con tus pies, me tropecé.
Fue tan fácil, primero no era por mí, era por ti.
El juego de la veleta comenzó
y en el fondo fondo se quedó.
Fue tan fácil, para matar el amor
La receta secreta para distraer la cabeza
El antídoto que cada poro cerró.
Tu amor, se esfumó tan pronto amaneció,
tan pronto la pasión llegó.
Sinceridad, esperaba de tu boca destilar
Oh la cara dar, qué poca fe quedaba.
Fue tan fácil, primero no era por mí, era por ti.
El juego de la veleta comenzó
y en el fondo fondo se quedó.
Fue tan fácil, para matar el amor
La receta secreta para distraer la cabeza
El antídoto que cada poro cerró.
Y todos esos meses que luché por ti,
pusiste al límite mi corazón.
Un te amo mal usado,
pudiste haberme ahorrado malos ratos.
Corazón herido, corazón furioso
Yo te sano con mi voz.
1915 días a tu lado, creo que fueron más pero ahora no importa tanto,
esos días fueron comparados con unos cuantos, con unos cuantos.
Fue tan fácil, primero no era por mí, era por ti.
El juego de la veleta comenzó
Y en el fondo fondo se quedó.
EN:
You locked up my heart to judge it, evaluate it and compare it
You chose to open a new heart without tears, without a path,
without scratches, without so many bad times.
Hear me if I failed with your feet, I stumbled.
It was so easy, first it wasn't for me, it was for you.
The game of the wind vane began
and at the bottom it stayed at the bottom.
It was so easy, to kill love
The secret recipe to distract the head
The antidote that closed every pore.
Your love, vanished as soon as it dawned,
As soon as passion came.
Sincerity, I expected from your mouth to distill.
Oh to face it, how little faith was left.
It was so easy, first it wasn't for me, it was for you.
The game of the wind vane began
and at the bottom it remained.
It was so easy, to kill love
The secret recipe to distract the head
The antidote that closed every pore.
And all those months that I fought for you,
You pushed my heart to the limit.
A misused I love you,
You could have saved me some bad times.
Wounded heart, angry heart
I heal you with my voice.
1915 days by your side, I think it was more but now it doesn't matter so much,
those days were compared to a few, to a few.
It was so easy, first it wasn't for me, it was for you.
The game of the wind vane began
And deep in the bottom it stayed.
Etre un amoureux c’est s’faire déborder par une vague indéterminéeRaz de marée imprévu géantVraiment déroutantEtre un amoureux c’est faire des nœuds avec des sentiments emmêlésAutour desquels émus on s’enrouleEn perdant la bouleOn a le cœur grand grand grand comme un océanOn fait des conneries On pleure comme on ritOn est tout tremblantsOn passerait son temps à danserVers le ciel les deux bras levésQu’on soit soulevés par le ventNous semble évident Quand t’es amoureux tu t’envoles à deux au dessus de ce monde tragiqueDans une sorte de téléphériquePlutôt féériqueQuand t’es amoureux t’es pas très sérieuxT’es comme la guitare des manouchesTu veux que le soleil qui se couche T’embrasse sur la boucheTu trouves l’amour beau beau beau comme un paquebotQu’importe la merT’en as rien à faire S’il tombe de l’eauEt dans les bourrasques tu parsSans aller vraiment quelque partT’es juste un brasier, une bouleDe feu et de houle Mais les amoureux sont sur deux étoiles qui s’éloignent un jour tout doucementQuand viennent les désenchantementsA la fin du balD’avoir trop dansé les voilà lassésVoyez leurs deux mains qui se détachentVoyez les pétales qu’on arrache Aux fleurs de l’étéIls s’en vont au loin loin loin sans comprendre rienSont aveugles et sourdsOnt les bras trop courts Meurent de chagrinTous les deux les voilà partis Dans la ronde des galaxiesEt où finit leur histoire ?Dans le grand trou noir
Como não recordar de nós dois, quanta saudadeTantas lembranças tão antigas tão presentesQue não posso esquecer, como poderiaNao tem jeito não Mesmo se eu quisesse renegar, anos depoisCada passo lado a ladoCada laço assim atadoEu não poderia deslembrar jamais Tem jeito nãoTempo passou pra nós doisMas ficou um gosto bomTempos depois pra nós dois Tempo bom que passouQue passou que ficou
Paroles ... Chanson. Chanté en italien. Années 80 & 90. Rêveur & paisible. ...Chanson. Chanté en italien. Années 80 & 90. Rêveur & paisible. Voix de femme, piano, guitare acoustique, accordéon, mandoline & batterie.
Italiano Blu, il colore della libertà,
Blu, il chiarore dell' immensità,
Lassù, dove il mondo nasce e finisce
lassù, dove il sole splende e sparisce.
Soffio, sulla vela bianca in balìa,
Soffio, su un uomo che non tornerà,
Respiro, respiro della sposa ora lasciata, Respiro respiro dell' onda morendo sulla riva. Français
Bleu, La couleur de la liberté Bleu, la pureté de l’immensité Là-haut, où le monde commence et se termine Là-haut où le soleil brille et disparaît
Un souffle Sur la voile blanche en errance (ou qui dérive ?) Un souffle, sur un homme qui ne reviendra pas Un soupir, Un soupir de la mariée laissée seule Un soupir de l’onde qui meurt sur la rive
English
Blue The colour of freedom Blue, purity and immensity Up there where the world begins and ends Up there where the sun shines and disappears
A breath
On the white sail in the distance A breath on a man who will never return A sigh,
A sigh of the bride left alone A sigh of the wave that dies on the shore
Let my eyes keep on roamingAs you look the other wayIn the end you know I’m not goingSo we’ll just stay the same Straight past me and straight aheadAs you tell me what you think I needYou haven’t heard a word I’ve saidJust rehearsed lines that you feed me Stay with me in silence I’m trying to tell you what I’m missingAs you tell me nothing is wrongBut how can you see when you don’t listenLook ahead and move along Stay with me in silenceStay with me, but leave me in silence
Paroles ... Des sons doux & rêveurs d'un sentiment de guérison après une ...Des sons doux & rêveurs d'un sentiment de guérison après une rupture. Folk-pop trompeusement naïf chanté en espagnol. Voix féminine, guitare folk, synthétiseurs, chœurs féminins, cymbales @0'28, progression & climax @2'08.
ES:
Ya no quiero seguir con miedo
En tus manos estoy perdida
Me matas
Vete aqui?
Tus palabras me dejan sorda
Tu mirada cego? mi credo
Por favor
No quiero verte aqui?
Ahhhh
Vete de aqui?
Ahhhh
Vete de aqui?
Estar contigo
La peor condena
Prefiero salir a la carretera
Para enfrentar la vida sola
Son?ar por mi cuenta
Y si la muerte me encuentra
Morir Feliz
Ahhhh
Lejos de ti
Ahhhhh
Morir Feliz
Ahhhh
Lejos de ti
Morir Feliz
Ahhhh
Lejos de ti
Ahhhhh
Morir Feliz
(Morire, morire, morire)
EN:
I don't want to be afraid anymore
In your hands I am lost
You kill me
Go away here
Your words leave me deaf
Your gaze blinded my creed
Please
I don't want to see you here
Ahhhh
Get out of here
Ahhhh
Go away from here
To be with you
Is the worst sentence
I'd rather hit the road
To face life alone
To dream on my own
And if death finds me
Die happy
Ahhhh
Away from you
Ahhhhhh
Die happy
Ahhhh
Away from you
Dying Happy
Ahhhh
Away from you
Ahhhhh
Happy Dying
Des sons doux & rêveurs d'un sentiment de guérison après une ...Des sons doux & rêveurs d'un sentiment de guérison après une rupture. Folk-pop trompeusement naïf. Guitare folk, synthétiseurs, cymbales @0'28, progression & climax @2'08.
Paroles ... Chanson napolitaine. XVI ème siècle. Chanté en napolitain. ...Chanson napolitaine. XVI ème siècle. Chanté en napolitain. Mélancolique & paisible. Voix de femme, guitare acoustique & mandoline.
Italiano
Fenesta vascia 'e padrona crudele, Quanta suspire mm'haje fatto jettare!... Mm'arde stu core, comm'a na cannela, Bella, quanno te sento annommenare! Oje piglia la 'sperienza de la neve! La neve? Fredda e se fa maniare... E tu comme si' tanta aspra e crudele?! Muorto mme vide e nun mme vu? ' ajutare!?...
Vorr? A addeventare no picciuotto, Co na langella a ghire vennenn'acqua, Pe' mme ne j? Da chisti palazzuotte: Belli ffemmene meje, ah! Chi v? ' acqua... Se vota na nennella da ll? 'ncoppa: Chi? 'sto ninno ca va vennenn'acqua? E io responno, co parole accorte: So' lacreme d'ammore e non? Acqua!...
Finestra bassa di una padrona crudele, quanti sospiri mi hai fatto buttare. Mi arde questo cuore, come una candela, bella quando ti sento nominare.
Prendi l'esperienza della neve. La neve e' fredda e si fa toccare. E tu come sei tanto aspra e crudele? Mi vedi morto e non mi vuoi aiutare?
Vorrei diventare un bambino, con una lancella andare e vendere acqua, per andarmene via da questi palazzotti. Belle donne mie, ah. Chi vuole acqua.
Si gira una ragazza da li sopra: "Chi e' questo ragazzo che vende acqua?" E io rispondo, con parole misurate: "Sono lacrime d'amore e non e' acqua".
Français
Fenêtre basse d’une maîtresse cruelle, que de soupirs tu m’as fait gaspiller… mon cœur brûle comme une bougie, ma belle, si j’entends prononcer ton nom ! Prends donc exemple sur la neige : elle est froide, mais elle se laisse caresser, et avec moi, tu es si âpre et cruelle, que tu me vois mourir et tu ne veux pas m’aider ?
Je voudrais devenir un vendeur ambulant, qui vend l’eau avec sa carafe, pour crier d’une maison à l’autre : “Mes belles femmes, qui veut de l’eau ?” Et une fille me voit de son balcon et me dit : “Qui est ce garçon qui vend de l’eau ?” et je lui répondrais avec des mots attristés : “Ce sont des larmes d’amour, ce n’est pas de l’eau !.....”
English
Low window of cruel mistress, How many sighs I made for you! My heart burns, like a candle When I hear your name, my beauty!
Oh, be like the snow! The snow is cold but one can touch it. And you, how can you be so stern and cruel? Seeing me dying, don't you want to help me?
I wish I was a boy again Who sells water in a street, To go away from here to big houses: Dear ladies! Ah! Who wants some water?
If any girl asks from balcony: "Who is this guy who sells water?" I'll answer ,with reserve: "It's my tears of love, it's not water!"
