What are you listening to?

[Picaro]

Currently obsessing on Belinda Carlisle's cd Voila, the French disc. On it's third play through now. Don't know what's next, maybe Evancho's cover of Je Taime off her Awakening cd and most likely her instrumental cover of Rachmaninov's Vocalize, on the same cd.

 

[impuretrash]

 

[impuretrash]

 

[impuretrash]

 

[featherlite]

heard this yesterday while driving...you know those songs that bring a flood of memories back.
I always thought the singers of this group were kind of goofy looking.

 

[P F Tinmore]

 

[Wyatt earp]

 

[JOSweetHeart]

I love to hear my late beautiful precious Steve Sanders of the Oak Ridge Boys sing this one.



God bless you and his family always!!!

Holly

 

[impuretrash]

Between Martigues and Marseille,
Dipping into the waters of Africa,
Fate has dictated that I sit,
Close to Fos the septic tank…

Where I was born the sea reeks of petrol,
Under an oxydized sky and a scorching dirty sun,
That falls as thick as a straitjacket
Over the company towers;

Where I was born sheet metal and plastic lie at the horizon,
Each piece of earth scorched like the Arizona desert,
Only vermin like to hang around
In this gigantic sauna and

Where I was born it is never a good idea to venture out:
The coppers have lost their balls in front of Arab gangs,
Who will stick you full of holes,
If your face is too pale…

Because where I was born is no longer France,
Our Gothic splendours:
Now decaying ruins of stone
Tagged with exotic swear words…

Audrey: ‘In the streets of France,
We’re punching kidneys and starting fires.
Lay down petrol, quick you can.
So that all the vultures,
Burn on the ground and expire.
If you don’t piss off,
Then we’ll fuck you up.’

Blond with blue eyes, calcinated,
Planted in the wrong place,
Begging for my legitimate fate,
I suddenly had a dream of the North.

Of virgin wooded expanses,
Of a welcoming permafrost,
In which I would never meet again,
The eternal ebony abhorrence.

I had wanted to break Phoebus,
And shoot back all of his arrows,
So that he would crash like an Airbus,
Between Marseille and Marrakech.

And you appeared to me as a mirror, a brother in hatred,
A generous purveyor of twilights and ice,
A discordant horn of European enmity
Blowing muck on those who scorn my race.

You Black Metal! Forged in garages at night,
Like home-made bomb,
Made half from dreams and half from rage.

You Black Metal! Emerging from the bowels of the earth,
Like a huge anal probe,
To blow up entire cities!

You Black Metal! Steel cutter of throats,
Deadly national spur,
That makes Red roses bleed

You Black Metal! Suddenly you lent me your wings,
Like an immense boreal raven,
To tear myself far away, towards nobler citadels!

 

[impuretrash]

Ballad against the enemies of France

 

[Michelle420]

 

[Marion Morrison]

 

[JOSweetHeart]

If only I could've seen my late beautiful precious sing this song live.



God bless you and his family always!!!

Holly

P.S. I don't even know if it was ever once done during a show.

 

[Dalia]

 

[Dalia]

 

[Michelle420]

 

[Michelle420]

 

[Michelle420]

Wake up you've been sleeping
Take up your bed and walk
Stop blaming other people
Oh it's nobody else's fault
accept the truth about you
You know that life goes on without you
And your expensive mis-inventions
Disguising your intentions
Don't worship my hurt feelings, Mr. Intentional

See I know you can't help me, Mr. Intentional
The only help I need to live is unprofessional
The only wealth I have to give is not material
And if you need much more than that, I'm not available
Please don't entertain me, Mr. Intentional
Oh I don't need your sympathy, Mr. Intentional
Stay away from me, Mr. Intentional
So unidimensional, Mr. Promotional, Mr. Emotional, Mr. Intentional

 

[Rambunctious]

 

[Rambunctious]