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The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button / Here's Looking At You, Kid
Álbum/Fecha de lanzamiento: The '59 Sound (2008)
that I'm famous now for all of these rock and roll songs.
And even if that's a lie, she should've given me a try.
When we were kids on the field of the first day of school,
I would've been her fool.
And I would've sang out your name in those old high school halls.
You tell that to Gayle, if she calls.
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And you can tell Jane, if she writes,
that I'm drunk off all these stars and all these crazy Hollywood nights.
And that's a total deceit, but she should've married me.
And tell her I spent every night of my youth on the floor,
bleeding out from all these wounds.
I would've gotten her a ride out of that town she despised...
You tell that to Janey, if she writes.
But boys will be boys and girls have those eyes
that will cut you to ribbons sometimes.
And all you can do is just wait by the moon,
and bleed if it's what she says you oughta do.
You remind Anna, if she asks why,
that a thief stole my heart while she was making up her mind.
I heard she lives in Brooklyn with the cool,
goes crazy over that New York scene on 7th Avenue.
But I used to wait at the diner, a million nights without her,
praying she won't cancel again tonight.
And the waiter served my coffee with a consolation sigh...
You remind Anna, if she asks why.
Tell her it's all right.
Tough, it's hard to tell you this.
It's hard to tell you this...
Here's looking at you, kid.
lunes, 13 de junio de 2011
I Am Sam / The Clock Was Tickin'
Álbum/Fecha de lanzamiento: Flamingo [Deluxe Edition] (2010)
about the man that you’d become and the positions you’d hold;
but this was long before you and Jackie Geronimo met in the Prelude Park at midnight.
Now when it came to bells and whistles, Jackie did not lack,
and when she kissed you on the kisser, boy, you kissed her back.
Now you tell her that you love her and she cuts you slack
when you drink with your buddies on the weekend.
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on.
You spend your whole life dropping nickels in the bucket, wakin’ up at dawn,
and while Jackie bestowed the joys of fingerlickin’...
The clock up on the wall was tickin’.
You got yourself a job cleaning hospital floors,
but Jackie had a baby, then she had five more.
They’d pay you just enough to drag your ass to the store
to buy bread, milk and Better Homes & Gardens.
Jackie flips the pages and she dreams little dreams:
There’s a baby in the bedroom, he’s starting to scream;
she holds him though he probably won’t remember it.
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on.
Sometimes dreams are all you got to keep you going when the day gets long,
and you gave up so many just to make a livin’...
That clock up on the wall was tickin’.
Now the kids are all grateful when they left the nest,
and Jackie wasn’t perfect but she did her best.
You seize the opportunity to get you some rest,
but you can’t sleep on account of screaming grandkids.
The golden years are meant to leave a gleam in your eye;
you’re starting to discover it’s a great big lie.
They'll work you like a dog til you quit or you die,
but you can’t quit cause Jackie needs the benefits.
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on.
They say patience is a virtue but the doctor says she don’t have long.
You stood up and tried your damndest not to listen...
but that clock up on the wall was tickin’.
When they told you to clear the room, that’s when it hit you.
You watched as the caravan took your sweetheart away.
The arguments and fights and money troubles seem so worthless
as the kids throw yellow roses on her grave.
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on.
The house is quiet now and everything inside it seems to know she’s gone;
there’s a picture of you both sixteen years old just kissing...
and that clock up on the wall was tickin’.
You always thought she had a chance and it was somewhere hidden,
now you’ve come to the conclusion that she never did.
Had a chance, that is.
lunes, 6 de junio de 2011
Det Sjunde Inseglet / Quelqu'un M'a Dit
Álbum/Fecha de lanzamiento: Quelqu'un M'a Dit (2003)
On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand-chose
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...
Que tu m'aimais encore
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore
Serait-ce possible alors ?
On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Paraît que le bonheur est à portée de main
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...
Mais qui est-ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais ?
Je ne me souviens plus, c'était tard dans la nuit
J'entends encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits
"Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que je vous l'ai dit"
Tu vois, quelqu'un m'a dit...
Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a-t-on vraiment dit...
Que tu m'aimais encore, serait-ce possible alors ?
lunes, 30 de mayo de 2011
Inception / Hard Enough
Álbum/Fecha de lanzamiento: Flamingo (2010)
lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011
The Dangerous Lives Of Altar Boys / At The Bottom Of Everything
Álbum/Fecha de lanzamiento: I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning (2005)
and she was flying to meet her fiance seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth.
She was seated next to this man she had tried to start conversations,
but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary.
She was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country
that she couldn't even pronounce the name of.
And she was feeling very bored and despondent.
And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out,
and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet,
and the pilots on the microphone and he's saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my god... I'm sorry" and apologizing.
And she looks at the man and says "Where are we going?" and he looks at her and he says "We're going to a party.
It's a birthday party. It's your birthday party.
Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much."
And then he starts humming this little tune, it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
We must talk in every telephone
Get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read
And in the face of every criminal
Strapped firmly to a chair
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare
We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing
It'll go like this:
While my mother waters plants
My father loads his guns
He says death will give us back to God
Just like this setting sun is returned to this lonesome ocean
And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
It was a wonderful splash
We must blend into the choir
Sing as static with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
And in this endless race for property and privilege to be won
We must run, we must run, we must run
We must hang up in the belfry
Where the bats and moonlight laugh
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
And in the caverns of tomorrow
With just our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge
And then we'll get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything
And then we'll see it, oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it
Oh my morning's coming back
The whole world's waking up
All the city buses swimming past
I'm happy just because
I found out I am really no one
lunes, 16 de mayo de 2011
Slumdog Millionaire / What Is Love?
Álbum/Fecha de lanzamiento: What Is Love? (2010)
and I don't think you think about the way he thinks.
And I know you live life for yourself,
but it all comes down to the way you help.
And I know your life is such a hell:
you wake up early and you work until;
you have your drinks at 5 o'clock,
the hours blend and your thoughts all haunt...
Your hopes, your dreams, your everything.
Well, momma I hope, I dream, that you won't leave.
And I have a question!
What is love?
What is love?
Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh.
Is it giving up?
'Cause that's not how you raised me, yeah.
In a sitch like this you gotta think,
and I don't think you think about the way she thinks,
and I know you work hard everyday,
but it all comes down to the way you're paid.
And I know you're oh so sorry, dad;
I truly believe that you're a better man
than to share one kiss then give away
all the love you come home everyday...
To your hopes, your dreams, your everything.
Well daddy, I hope, I dream that she won't leave.
And I have a question!
What is love?
What is love?
Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh.
Is it giving up?'
And what is love?
What is love?
Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh.
See, I don't know anymore;
I used to look up to that love.
lunes, 9 de mayo de 2011
Crash / Grace Kelly
Álbum/Fecha de lanzamiento: Life In Cartoon Motion (2007)
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
I could be wholesome,
I could be loathsome;
I guess I'm a little bit shy.
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me without making me try?
I tried to be like Grace Kelly,
but all her looks were too sad.
So I try a little Freddie...
I've gone identity mad!
I could be brown,
I could be blue,
I could be violet sky.
I could be hurtful,
I could be purple,
I could be anything you like.
Gotta be green,
gotta be mean,
gotta be everything more!
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!
How can I help it?
How can I help it?
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby,
hello my baby,
putting my life on the brink.
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?
I tried to be like Grace Kelly,
but all her looks were too sad.
So I try a little Freddie...
I've gone identity mad!
I could be brown,
I could be blue,
I could be violet sky.
I could be hurtful,
I could be purple,
I could be anything you like.
Gotta be green,
gotta be mean,
gotta be everything more!
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!
Say what you want to satisfy yourself,
But you only want what everybody else says you should want.
I could be brown,
I could be blue,
I could be violet sky.
I could be hurtful,
I could be purple,
I could be anything you like.
Gotta be green,
gotta be mean,
gotta be everything more!
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Walk out the door!