Life is a jukebox
- Initiateur de la discussion Jelis
- Date de début
Ah ouais, tu trouves que c'est mélancolique? Douce mélancolie alors.
Au contraire je trouve cette musique très lumineuse.
Merci à toi
Let's fly!
Now let's fly and dance!
Ah ouais, tu trouves que c'est mélancolique? Douce mélancolie alors.
Au contraire je trouve cette musique très lumineuse.
Merci à toi
Let's fly!
Now let's fly and dance!
J'aurais pu l'écouter d'une autre oreille. Je venais de déposer ma mère à l'aéroport et la moindre brise mélancolique m'aurait refilé le bourdon lol. Les morceaux que tu viens de poster sont sympas, surtout les deux derniers.
Subtil ton "Now let's fly and dance" après "Let's fly", ça accompagne bien le crescendo musical
Now let's just play !
Tout s'explique! Dieu te la garde
Très bon choix 20syl
Ok, let's play! All is fair
Level 2 : first to arrive on Epsilon Centauri.
Your wings sucks! Catch me if you can!
Merci
Je pense que je lui avais refilé le bourdon la pauvre, parce que ce n'est pas dans son habitude de me dire au téléphone que je lui manquais (ce qui est plutôt inquiétant quand j'y pense )All is fair? This sounds like war.
Beware ! If you lose, you'll have to crawl to the next star
This is available for all night !
Merci
All is fair? This sounds like war.
Beware ! If you lose, you'll have to crawl to the next star
This is available for all night !
Ah bon, je trouve ça plutôt rassurant qu'elle te le dise, qu'elle diffère de son habitude quand elle sent que c'est nécessaire.
Is that your knees that I hear shaking? Hahaha!!!
You! Beware!
Hope night never ends...
Ah bon, je trouve ça plutôt rassurant qu'elle te le dise, qu'elle diffère de son habitude quand elle sent que c'est nécessaire.
Is that your knees that I hear shaking? Hahaha!!!
You! Beware!
Hope night never ends...
J'ai eu l'impression qu'elle se sentait dépaysée mais j'espère me tromper. Ton explication me convient mieux.
I hear nothing !! I think you're confusing your knees with mine !
Night never ends in the space !
Je comprends. Tu sais, étant moi-même maman, je sais si mon fils va bien juste au son de sa voix. Peut-être qu'elle a senti que tu avais besoin de l'entendre te dire ces mots.
Not confusing, it must be your heart!
Don't be scared!
For you, it will!
Still wanna play? If yes, let's reach (y)our soul !
Level 3 : find where Mummy's hiding her pain and destroy it!
PS : at last, you touch my soul with Bonga and Bonobo.
You made me smile and dance... Appropriate choices!
Bajka said :
"There comes a time and some will know
A time when true-borns wield their soul"
Je comprends. Tu sais, étant moi-même maman, je sais si mon fils va bien juste au son de sa voix. Peut-être qu'elle a senti que tu avais besoin de l'entendre te dire ces mots.
Not confusing, it must be your heart!
Don't be scared!
For you, it will!
Still wanna play? If yes, let's reach (y)our soul !
Level 3 : find where Mummy's hiding her pain and destroy it!
PS : at last, you touch my soul with Bonga and Bonobo.
You made me smile and dance... Appropriate choices!
Bajka said :
"There comes a time and some will know
A time when true-borns wield their soul"
Tu as raison. La veille de l'appel, j'avais été réveillé au milieu de la nuit par une remontée gastrique étouffante (mon estomac n'a pas apprécié des cacahuètes périmés). C'était très angoissant et ma mère l'a peut être senti...pauvre maman. Cela dit, je pense quand on est complices avec sa mère, on développe un instinct maternel et on arrive à la comprendre (et à comprendre les mamans).
Am I scared? Maybe I'm possessed by your fear
I might be blind and can't yet see what is hidden behind. But I'll keep riding my bike, until I get through something wild, and Mama's pain becomes mine !
"Mother...I want to heal you" has said the child
Tu as raison. La veille de l'appel, j'avais été réveillé au milieu de la nuit par une remontée gastrique étouffante (mon estomac n'a pas apprécié des cacahuètes périmés). C'était très angoissant et ma mère l'a peut être senti...pauvre maman. Cela dit, je pense quand on est complices avec sa mère, on développe un instinct maternel et on arrive à la comprendre (et à comprendre les mamans).
Am I scared? Maybe I'm possessed by your fear
I might be blind and can't yet see what is hidden behind. But I'll keep riding my bike, until I get through something wild, and Mama's pain becomes mine !
"Mother...I want to heal you" has said the child
Tu as sans doute raison, parfois les rôles mère-enfant vont même jusqu'à s'inverser...
Son! I'll be on the moon...
"Possessed" ?
"Fear" ?
Mum says "you make me feel alive like the sand makes the wind real..."
From a Mum to a Son :
Bjork said :
"He invented a charm that makes him invisible"
"Possessed, ghost, fear, invisible, heal, wild...hidden" : who are you?
"Mortal as I am, I know I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth."
-Ptolemy
Dernière édition:
Hello @Jelis tu manques trop ici
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When I get home from work
I'll call up all my friends
And we'll go bust up something beautiful we'll have to build again
When I get home from work
I'll wrestle off my clothes
And leave them right inside the front door
'cause nobody's home to know
You see, a hammer finds a nail
And a freight train needs the rail
And I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do
And I don't think on why I'm here or where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church
But I thank God for the work
When I get my reward, my work will all be done
And I will sit back in my chair beside the Father and the Son
No more holes to fill. And no more rocks to break
And no more loading boxes onto trucks for someone else's sake
'Cause the hammer needs a nail
And the poor man's up for sale
Guess I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do
And I don't think on why I'm here or where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
And every night I dream I'm drowning in the dirt
But I thank God for the work
And the day will come. When I'll find a reason
And somebody proud to love a man like me
My back is numb, my hands are freezing
What I'm working for is something more than free
And I don't think on why I'm here or where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church
But I thank God for the work
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When I get home from work
I'll call up all my friends
And we'll go bust up something beautiful we'll have to build again
When I get home from work
I'll wrestle off my clothes
And leave them right inside the front door
'cause nobody's home to know
You see, a hammer finds a nail
And a freight train needs the rail
And I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do
And I don't think on why I'm here or where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church
But I thank God for the work
When I get my reward, my work will all be done
And I will sit back in my chair beside the Father and the Son
No more holes to fill. And no more rocks to break
And no more loading boxes onto trucks for someone else's sake
'Cause the hammer needs a nail
And the poor man's up for sale
Guess I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do
And I don't think on why I'm here or where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
And every night I dream I'm drowning in the dirt
But I thank God for the work
And the day will come. When I'll find a reason
And somebody proud to love a man like me
My back is numb, my hands are freezing
What I'm working for is something more than free
And I don't think on why I'm here or where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church
But I thank God for the work
On a day like today
I looked at you and I
Saw something in the way
You stared into the sky
I saw you were sick
And tired of my wrong turns
If you only knew the way I feel
I'd really love to tell you
But I could never seem to say the things I needed to
On a day like today no other words would do
I saw you were sick
And tired of my wrong turns
If you only knew the way I feel
I'd really love to tell you
But I can never find the words to say and I don't know why
I can't find the words to say and I don't know why...I can't find the words to say and I don't know why....I can't find the words to say and I don't know why
I looked at you and I
Saw something in the way
You stared into the sky
I saw you were sick
And tired of my wrong turns
If you only knew the way I feel
I'd really love to tell you
But I could never seem to say the things I needed to
On a day like today no other words would do
I saw you were sick
And tired of my wrong turns
If you only knew the way I feel
I'd really love to tell you
But I can never find the words to say and I don't know why
I can't find the words to say and I don't know why...I can't find the words to say and I don't know why....I can't find the words to say and I don't know why
HipFlasky
Weld che3b ou biiikhérr !!
HipFlasky
Weld che3b ou biiikhérr !!
Le rythme déprimant de ce soir prend la couleur de cette chanson........cheers les mélancoliques
un dernier morceau pour la route....un chef d'oeuvre de tristesse et de mélancolie
Ghir hada hada safi