lunes, 27 de junio de 2011
lunes, 20 de junio de 2011
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 ?