jeudi 31 juillet 2014

Panic! at the Disco - The Ballad of Mona Lisa

She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for

A lonely speaker in a conversation
Her words are swimming through his ears again
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

Say what you mean, tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I want to believe

Whoa, Mona Lisa
You're guaranteed to run this town
Whoa, Mona Lisa
I'd pay to see you frown

He senses something, call it desperation
Another dollar, another day
And if she had the proper words to say, she would tell him
But she'd have nothing left to sell him

Say what you mean, tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I want to believe

Whoa, Mona Lisa
You're guaranteed to run this town
Whoa, Mona Lisa
I'd pay to see you frown

Mona Lisa, wear me out
Pleased to please ya
Mona Lisa, wear me out

Say what you mean, tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I want to believe

Whoa, Mona Lisa
You're guaranteed to run this town
Whoa, Mona Lisa
I'd pay to see you frown

Say what you mean, tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I want to believe

There's nothing wrong with just a taste
Of what you've paid for


lundi 7 juillet 2014

Arctic Monkeys - Fluorescent Adolescent

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 you 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
Not as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seemed
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 Mecca dauber 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, Flo, where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go? Whoa.

You're falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You're just sounding it out
But you're not coming back again.

You're falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You were just sounding it out
But you're not coming back again.

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 you used to be a rascal? 

dimanche 6 juillet 2014

Noces de la renarde

Sous cette douce pluie d'été
S'efface ces regrets si longtemps éprouvés
Brisant les chaînes qui m'étaient infligées
Tu romps le sort que je m'étais lancé.

Les gouttes coulant le long de mes joues
Provenant d'un ciel où seul le soleil brille
Effleurent mon sourire, se faufilent dans mon cou
Annonçant le début de cette nouvelle vie

Remettant le miroir à l'endroit indiqué,
Je me lève et te suis en te prenant la main
Dans ce monde où j'ignore de quoi sera fait demain
Sinon de joie, de bonheur et de nouveautés.