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• Title: She Moves In Her Own Way (8)
• Album: Inside In / Inside Out
• Year: 2007

Lyrics:

So at my show on Monday
I was hoping someday
You'd be on your way to better things
It's not about your make-up
Or how you try to shape up
But to these tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams honey

So now you pour your heart out
You're telling me you're far out
You're all about to lie down for your cause
But you don't pull my strings
Cause I'm a better man
Moving on to better things

But uh oh, I love her because
She moves in her own way
But uh oh, she came to my show
Just to hear about my day

And at the show on Tuesday
She was in her mindsee
Tempered furs and sprangled boots
Looks are deceiving
Making me believe it
And these tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams honey, yeah

So won't you go far
Tell me you're a keeper
You're all about to lie down for your cause
But you don't pull my strings
Cause I'm a better man
Moving on to better things

But uh oh, I love her because
She moves in her own way
But uh oh, she came to my show
Just to hear about my day

Yes I wish that we never made it
Through all the summers
We kept them up instead of
Kicking us back down to the suburbs
Yes I wish that we never made it
Through all the summers
We kept them up instead of
Kicking us back down to the suburbs

But uh oh, I love her because
She moves in her own way
But uh oh, she came to my show
Just to hear about my day

But uh oh, I love her because
She moves in her own way
But uh oh, she came to my show
Just to hear about my day

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• Title: Beat it
• Album: Thriller
• Year: 1982

Lyrics:

Beat it

by Michael Jackson

Album: Thriller [#4]
Tey told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you're better disesper
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a mancho man
You wanna be tough better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be deafeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it

Tey're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
Tou wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it

You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no thuth or dare
Tey'll kick you, then they beat you,
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
beat it, beat it, beat it



Homaage a Michael Jackson , un veritable artiste qui nous a quitté le 25/06/2009 :(

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• Title: Printemps
• Album: Coeur De Pirate
• Year: 2008

Lyrics:

Et en 2003, dans un show en été
Sous mes couches de mascara je t'avais remarqué
Et tant d'années plus tard
Je t'ai vu et j'ai pensé
Aller à ta rencontre voir si tu as du temps à m'accorder

Mais toi tu ne sais pas que je t'aurais tout donné
Le jour où dans tes lunettes mon regard s'est plongé
Et toi tu ne sais pas
Que je voudrais bien de toi
C'est bien triste ce sera dans cette chanson seulement

Les branches tombent sur le sol et rien ne peut changer
Dans mes rêves préconçus je me suis laissée aller
Mais mon désir incertain reste un bien trop lourd secret
Les branches restent bien au sol et je me tairai à jamais

Mais toi tu ne sais pas que je t'aurais tout donné
Le jour où dans tes lunettes mon regard s'est plongé
Et toi tu ne sais pas que je voudrais bien de toi
C'est bien triste ce sera dans cette chanson seulement

Les branches restent bien au sol les temps se sont mariés
Après des jours hésitants je ne peux plus t'éviter
Et ce cri trop interne ne veut vraiment pas cesser
Les branches restent sur le sol et je t'ai enfin trouvé

Mais toi tu ne sais pas que je t'aurais tout donné
Le jour où dans tes lunettes mon regard s'est plongé
Et toi tu ne sais pas
Que je voudrais bien de toi
C'est bien triste ce sera dans cette chanson seulement


Valentin , Jee t'aaaaaiyme =D (l)

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• Title: flourescent adolescent
• Album: Favourite Worst Nightmare
• Year: 2007

Lyrics:

You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past, though
That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco
Remember when he used to be a rascal?
Oh, the boy's a slag

The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Weren't as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem, my love
When you dream them up

Flicking through a little book of sex tips
Remember when the boys were all electric?
Now when she tells she's gonna get it
I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it
Clinging to not getting sentimental
Said she wasn't going, but she went still
Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle
Was it a meccadobber or a betting pencil?
Oh, the boy's a slag

The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Weren't as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem, my love
When you dream them up, oh...

Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Ohh oh...

Falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You just sounded it out
You're not coming back again

Falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You just sounded it out
You're not coming back again

You used to get it in your fishnets (Falling about)
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness (You took a left off Last Laugh Lane)
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole (You just sounded it out)
Nothing seems as pretty as the past, though
That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco (And you're not coming back again)
Remember when he used to be a rascal?


Beiist'aah Jee ne peuux paa vivre saans toaa , PQT ! M.J <3