Forgot I had this in my CD collection. As soon as I discovered it, I rushed here to share it with you. If rushing can be accorded with listening to it about 10 times.
I won't be everyone's cup of tea - but I loved Moulin Rouge (this is on the album soundtrack) and my rusty old French is good enough to make some sense of it. Translation (NOT MINE) is included because some of my own translations were nonsensical, and yours might be also. I once translated (partly for fun) a French language tape to say a woman usually went to work dressed as a black cherry yoghurt... La lune trop bleme pose un diademe sur test cheveux roux La lune trop rousse de gloire eclabousse ton jupon plein d'trous La lune trop pale caresse l'opale de tes yeux blases Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur brise Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misereaux Les ailes du moulin protegent les amoureaux Petite mandigotte je sens ta menotte qui cherche ma main Je sens ta poitrine et ta taille fine J'oublie mon chagrin Je sens sur tes levres une odeur de fievre de gosse mal nourri Et sous ta caresse je sens une ivresse qui m'aneantit Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misereux Les ailes du moulin protegent les amoureux Et voila qu'elle trotte la lune qui flotte, la princesse aussi La da da da da da da da da da Mes reves epanouis Les escalier de las butte sont durs aux misereux Les ailes du moulin protegent les amoureux Translation: The moon, all too fair, in your russet-red hair sets a sparkling crown The moon, all too red with glory, is spread on your poor, tattered gown The moon, all too white, caresses the light in your world-weary eyes Princess of the street, do allow me to greet you, my broken heart cries The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours I feel, beggar-girl, your fetters, they curl as they seek out my wrists I feel your young breasts, your thin little waist I lose my regrets I taste on your mouth the feverish breath of a half-starving waif And with your caress I sense drunkenness erasing my life The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours And see how she skips, the moon how she drifts, The princess in tow Da da da da da da da da da da My reveries grow The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours |
Placebo remake of "Running up that hill" by Kate Bush.
Monster is totally addicted |
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I like that Fergie!
Average White Band--Work To Do and Pick Up the Pieces |
DAAAAAAAYUM this is good! ....who is it?!
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Never heard of these guys, but my Pandora just played this for me.
I though lumberjim might like this. Check out the big, acrylic Bonzo drumkit. |
I can't understand a thing he's saying, but that doesn't bother me much. my heel is still thumpin'.
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Danielia Cotton
Pride Video is a little shaky - But she can sing! |
Amos Lee
Black River First time I saw Amos was @ 8 years ago at the Tin Angel in Philly. He was the opener for another act - I had never heard of him or the main act. He completely blew me away - on the stage just him and a keyboardist named Devin Greenwood. I couldn't believe the sound coming off the stage. I was an instant fan. 6 years ago - I saw him at the Tin Angel on my 40th BD. (He sang Happy BD to me!) I'm still a big fan after all these years, and I'm happy he's gaining recognition for his talent. I love me some Amos! :) |
Amos Lee
Seen It All Before This is the song that got me hooked.... |
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