quarta-feira, março 27, 2013

Et Si Tu N'Existais Pas

Et si tu n’existais pas,
Dis-moi pourquoi j’existerais?
Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi,
Sans espoir et sans regrets.

Et si tu n’existais pas,
J’essaierais d’inventer l’amour,
Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts
Naître les couleurs du jour.
Et qui n’en revient pas.

Et si tu n’existais pas,
Dis-moi pour qui j’existerais?
Des passantes endormies dans mes bras
Que je n’aimerais jamais.

Et si tu n’existais pas,
Je ne serais qu’un point de plus
Dans ce monde qui vient et qui va,
Je me sentirais perdu,
J’aurais besoin de toi.

Et si tu n’existais pas,
Dis-moi comment j’existerais?
Je pourrais faire semblant d’être moi,
Mais je ne serais pas vrai.

Et si tu n’existais pas,
Je crois que je l’aurais trouvé,
Le secret de la vie, le pourquoi,
Simplement pour te créer
Et pour te regarder.

(Iggy Pop)



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sexta-feira, novembro 17, 2006

Kick It

How do you do that cool dance?
Baby don’t split those hot pants
I got these moves that we can do to and sing
I don’t look too good in pink

I used to slash myself up
I like to play it tough
Cuts, bruises, blood oozes, bones breaking rough
You gotta handle that stuff

Yeah, yeah, tear it up, rip it up, kick it up
Yeah, yeah, tear it up, rip it up, kick it up
Yeah, yeah, kick it, kick it, kick it

I wanna be your cat
…Screw that!
I’m not sixteen but I got leather boots and suede
Ah, go fuck your pain away

I heard you like kinky shit
That just depends who I’m with
What is it S&M or some kind of toy?
Like you said search and destroy

Some people don’t like my crotch
Because it’s got fuzzy spots
But if you play moses you need burning bush baby
And that is just what I’ve got

Yeah, yeah, tear it up, rip it up, kick it up
Yeah, yeah, tear it up, rip it up, kick it up
Yeah, yeah, tear it up, rip it up, kick it up
Yeah, yeah, kick it, kick it, kick it

And if you leave there with sin
Escape the city I’m in
Come on a knocking where its rocking non-stop
And make your way to Berlin

(Peaches feat. Iggy Pop)

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terça-feira, setembro 19, 2006

The Passenger

I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the citys backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, theyre bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the citys a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
Well be the passenger
Well ride through the city tonight
See the citys ripped insides
Well see the bright and hollow sky
Well see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the citys ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
cause it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see whats mine
Singing...
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his windows eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, lets ride and ride and ride and ride...
Singing...

(Iggy Pop)


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