Étiquette : Musique

Horus

« I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don’t need to see any more
To know that I can read your mind, I can read your mind… »

Alan Parsons project – Eye in the sky – 1982 (album éponyme)

Invasion

Lisa Gerrard – Journey Away – 2005 (Whale Rider)

Virée nocturne

« Waiting in a car,
Waiting for a ride in the dark.
The night city grows,
Look and see her eyes, the glow… »

M83 – Midnight City – 2011(Hurry up, we’re dreaming)

Mauvaise graine

« I’m just a bad boy, (boy)
All dressed up in fancy clothes
I’m takin’ the trouble
To blow my bubbles away… »

The Jive Bombers – Bad boy – 1957

(merci à LHDDT !)

Dynamisme rétro

« Mmm mmm mmm…

Little bitty pretty one
Come on and talk to me
Lovey dovey lovely one
Come, sit down on my knee… »

Bobby Day and the Satellites – Little Bitty Pretty One – 1957

Rap celtique

Manau – Celtique d’Aujourd’hui – 2015 (Koulhamaçourse)

Tendre veille

« Never win and never lose
There’s nothing much to choose
Between the right and wrong
Nothing lost and nothing gained
Still things aren’t quite the same
Between you and me

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine… »

Agnes Obel – Close watch – 2010 (Philharmonics)

Bruce tout puissant

« In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway nine,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin’ out over the line
H-Oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we’re young
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run… »

Bruce Springteen – Born to run – 1982 (album éponyme)

Satellite sidérant

« Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby , kiss me… »

Frank Sinatra – Fly me to the moon – 1954

Fine jeunesse carnassière

« Nobody knows the trouble you feel
Nobody cares, the feeling is real

Johnny, we’re sorry, won’t you come on home
We worry, won’t you come on
What is wrong in my life
That I must get drunk every night
Johnny, we’re sorry… »

Fine Young Cannibals – Johnny come home – 1985 (album éponyme)