Aug 20

Une de mes tounes pop de l’été 2009 c’est She-Wolf de Shakira.   Sur conseil d’un ami,  j’ai été voir son vidéo. 

 

Je doit être en sérieux manque de phéromones féminins, parce que il m’est venu en tête assez vite cette pièce d’anthologie de Bloodhound Gang.  Je l’ai tellement écouter avec Marie-Josée quand on sortait ensemble, je me rappelles très bien des vendredis soirs quand les  enfants allaient chez leur père, les bouteilles de vin qu’on a bu et la musique qui jouait fort et qui servait de trame sonore à… un vendredi soir finalement ;-)     

 

 

   Et ça me conduit automatiquement à cette autre chanson, parce en pensant à ce groupe,  je vais toujours me rappeler de cette choriste… oh man… Sa bouche et son menton sont tellement hot… et que dire son fard  à paupière blanc crème  en léger appui à son mascara… et tout le reste… Man, une vrai beau bébé cette fille-là,,, mais tout comme lui, je suis sûr qu’à la fin je serais pogner pour  partir avec le chien,  pas pour moi  non plus dans cette vie , la chance de scorer avec un pétard de même.

Aug 18

À l’entreprise, il y a un seul poste que notre vielle radio capte sans trop de grichage, c’est Radio-Boomer 1570 Am.  Oui, effectivement, cette station diffuse de vielles chanson mais leur choix musical est varié.  Autant de la chanson française et québécoise, qu’américaine ou anglaise, de la ballade au rock, en passant par le disco, le jazz , le blues, l’instrumental et j’en passe, cette diversité rend le poste facile d’écoute à la longue.  Ces temps-ci, j’entends beaucoup de Jean-Pierre Ferland, et jamais la même chanson.  Et je le (re)découvre comme artiste.  Vraiment, il a une profondeur d’artiste que je ne lui avais pas accordé auparavant, je dois avouer. 

Jun 29

They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
“Gee my life’s a funny thing, am I still too young?”
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she’d have taken anything, but
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American
Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she’ll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries “Where have all Papa’s heroes gone?”
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American
All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
“We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?”
All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American, he wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American
Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday?
Have you have been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto ’bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheilas
Ain’t that close to love?
Well, ain’t that poster love?
Well, it ain’t that Barbie doll
Her heart’s been broken just like you have
All night
You want the young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
All right
You want the young American
You ain’t a pimp and you ain’t a hustler
A pimp’s got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black’s got respect, and white’s got his soul train
Mama’s got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain’t there a man you can say no more?
And, ain’t there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And, ain’t there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain’t there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain’t you proud that you’ve still got faces?
Ain’t there one damn song that can make me
break down and cry?
All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American

Jun 15

Oh, sweetheart, put the bottle down
You’ve got too much talent
I see you through those bloodshot eyes
There’s a cure, you’ve found it
Slow motion, sparks, you’ve caught that chill
Now don’t deny it
But boys will be boys, oh, yes, they will
They don’t wanna define it
Just give up the game and get into me
If you’re looking for thrills then get cold feet

Oh, no, I do not hook up, up, I go slow
So if you want me, i don’t come cheap
Keep your hand in my hand, your heart on your sleeve
Oh, no, I do not hook up, up, I fall deep
’cause the more that you try the harder I’ll fight
To say goodnight

I can’t cook, no, but I can clean
Up the mess she left
Lay your head down and feel the beat
As I kiss your forehead
This may not last but this is now
So love the one you’re with
You wanna chase but you’re chasin’ your tail
A quick fix won’t ever get you well

Oh, no, I do not hook up, up, I go slow
So if you want me, I don’t come cheap
Keep your hand in my hand, your heart on your sleeve
Oh, no, I do not hook up, up, I fall deep
’cause the more that you try the harder I’ll fight
To say…

’cause I feel
The distance
Between us
Could be over
With the snap of your finger, oh, no!

Oh, no, i do not hook up, up, I go slow
So if you want me, I don’t come cheap
Keep your hand in my hand, your heart on your sleeve
Oh, no, I do not hook up, up, I fall deep
’cause the more that you try the harder I’ll fight
To say…
’cause the more that you try the harder I’ll fight
To say goodnight

Oh, sweetheart, put the bottle down
’cause you don’t wanna miss out

Jun 04

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
Shes coming in 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say, hurry boy, its waiting there for you

Chorus:
Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do whats right
Sure as kilimanjaro rises like olympus above the serengeti
I seek to cure whats deep inside, frightened of this thing that Ive become

Chorus

(instrumental break)

Hurry boy, shes waiting there for you

Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in africa, I bless the rains down in africa
I bless the rains down in africa, I bless the rains down in africa
I bless the rains down in africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

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