Benjamin Biolay

October 29th, 2008 by admin

Benjamin Biolay is idol of modern French pop, has found success as a pop star, songwriter, arranger, film composer. Here is Laisse Aboyer Les Chiens his beautiful song and amazing clip.

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tu connaissais pas la consigne mon ange
tu m’as coupé par la racine mon ange
blanc comme un sachet d’heroine mon ange
tu connaissais pas les remords ma belle
ni ce que ça fait d’etre mort au ciel
la lune est bleue comme un passeur fidele
tu connaissais les ravines mon ange
ni le sanglot que je réprime mon ange
tu joues avec la carabine mon ange
tu connaissais pas la consigne ma belle
fallait il que tu la devines ma belle
pour que l’amour enfin soit eternel

on prendra la vie comme on veut
on priera le ciel si on veut
on s’en mettra plein la panse
on prendra la vie comme elle vient
on ira au ciel si on le veut bien
on ne marche plus on avance

laisse aboyer les chiens

tu connaissais pas la consigne mon ange
ma peau maculée d’éosine mon nange
vois tu les cheminées d’usine mon ange
tu connaissais pas le silence mon coeur
le siege arriere d’une ambulance mon coeur
c’est trop tard une foi qu’on s’elance mon coeur

comme un ange qui passe
comme une fissure dans la glace
comme ta premiere passe
comme des pauvres en premiere classe

ça peut te sembler
ça peut te sembler long

comme un ange qui passe
un inconnu dans la glace
qui laisse une trace
ça peut te sembler degueulasse

ça peut te sembler
ça peut te sembler bon

on s’en mettra plein la panse
on prendra la vie comme elle vient
( Merci à D.z d’avoir ajouté ces paroles )

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Uciekaj Moje Serce Seweryn Krajewski

October 28th, 2008 by admin

Czerwone Gitary (The Red Guitars), Polish rock band was very popular in Polish popular music 1960s – 1970s. The band reformed in the 1990s, but Seweryn Krajewski, leader, soloist and main inspirer of Czerwone Gitary has continued to make us happy with many of their greatest hits that become true classics in Poland. Uciekaj Moje Serce is one of these compositions that I love the most. The song is light and sad as must be song about love of course. Unfortunately I could not find translation the lyrics in English. I’’ try to do that, but not now, OK? By the way the author of lyrics is Agnieszka Osiecka, one of the best Polish song writers.

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Gdzie? w hotelowym korytarzu krótka chwila,
splecione r?ce gdzie? na pla?y, oczu b?ysk,
wys?any w biegu krótki list,
stokrotka ?niegu, dobra my?l,
to wci?? za ma?o, moje serce, ?eby ?y?.

Uciekaj skoro ?wit, bo potem b?dzie wstyd
i nie wybaczy nikt ch?odu ust twych.

Deszczowe wtorki, które przyjd? po niedzielach,
kropelka ?alu, której winien jeste? ty,
nieprawda, ?e tak mia?o by?,
?e warto w byle pustk? i??,
to wcia? za ma?o, moje serce, ?eby ?y?.

Uciekaj skoro ?wit, bo potem b?dzie wstyd
i nie wybaczy nikt ch?odu ust, braku s?ów,
uciekaj skoro ?wit, bo potem b?dzie wstyd
i nie wybaczy nikt ch?odu ust twych.

Odloty nag?e i wstydliwe, niezabawne,
nic nie wiedz?cy, a zdradzony pies czy mi?,
?a?o?nie chuda kwiatów ki??
i nowa z?uda, nowa ni?,
to wcia? za ma?o, moje serce, ?eby ?y?.

Uciekaj skoro ?wit…
lyrics by Agnieszka Osiecka

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Play Your Favorite Music

October 23rd, 2008 by admin

Obviously each of us has some most loved musical compositions that one wants to listen again and again. There is songs that conjure up the past, recalling the brightest moments in the life, there is music that recall sad events but anyway music is so important thing and it is really everywhere! It looks like each of us has a soundtrack that follows us through the life accompanied us day by day.

Long long time ago I can still remember
how that music used to make me smile

Yes, this is American Pie by Don McLean, one of my favorite songs. Sometimes I love some songs to such an extent that not only learn lyrics to sing but try to play the melody on guitar. Today if you are interested in playing your favorite music you can easily find any needed Free Sheet Music online whether it were some of classical works, songs or rock and jazz compositions and that is great!

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Just get Music sheet and sing! Here is lyrics, by the way
A long, long time ago…
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”

They were singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.”

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Bach’s wife wrote some of his music?

October 11th, 2008 by admin

An Australian academic Pauline Askin claims to have found evidence to suggest that the wife of Johann Sebastian Bach wrote several of the German composer’s acclaimed pieces.

With over 30 years of research and applying more recent training from forensic police, Associate Professor Martin Jarvis says he can clearly show that Anna Magdalena Wilcke, Bach’s second wife, wrote several of the manuscripts previously credited to her famous husband.

“I don’t doubt that the ‘cello suites’ are not written by Johan Sebastian,” Jarvis, who is also conductor of the Darwin Orchestra, told Reuters.

The self-styled music detective became suspicious about Bach’s work when he was a teenaged student at the Royal Academy of Music in London. While playing Bach’s “cello suites” he became convinced there was something wrong.
“In 2001, I deconstructed the ‘cello’ pieces and came up with 18 reasons why they weren’t written by Bach,” Jarvis said.
Over the years, he said he found two famous 1713 Bach manuscripts in Anna Magdalena’s handwriting.
“When you consider I found manuscripts that pre-date by seven years when she was supposed to have met him, you have to ask yourself what’s going on here,” Jarvis told Reuters.
His final breakthrough came when he obtained a copy of a manuscript. Applying forensic analysis, he examined it thoroughly and found the inscription “Ecrite par Madam Bachen” on the manuscript’s cover in the handwriting of a musician friend of Bach’s. The word means “written by,” not “copied by.”

“When you are looking for a fingerprint, to put it in a forensic sense, of how you might identify somebody, I found them,” Jarvis said.
“So you bring all these bits together and there seems to be overwhelming evidence that she was involved,” Jarvis said.
Bach married Anna Magdalena in 1721. He died in 1750.

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Nightwish. The Poet And The Pendulum

October 2nd, 2008 by admin

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The songwriter’s dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica,
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence

The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of Hell

One last perfect verse
Is still the same old song
Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become

Take me home

Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray, to dreamer’s hideaway
I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me,
I have but two faces
One for the world,
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

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