MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
yann tiersen - a quai
Je n'ai pas peur de la route
Faudrait voir, faut qu'on y goûte
Des méandres au creux des reins
Et tout ira bien là
Le vent nous portera
Ton message à la Grande Ourse
Et la trajectoire de la course
Un instantané de velours
Même s'il ne sert à rien va
Le vent l'emportera
Tout disparaîtra mais
Le vent nous portera
La caresse et la mitraille
Et cette plaie qui nous tiraille
Le palais des autres jours
D'hier et demain
Le vent les portera
Génetique en bandouillère
Des chromosomes dans l'atmosphère
Des taxis pour les galaxies
Et mon tapis volant dis ?
Le vent l'emportera
Tout disparaîtra mais
Le vent nous portera
Ce parfum de nos années mortes
Ce qui peut frapper à ta porte
Infinité de destins
On en pose un et qu'est-ce qu'on en retient?
Le vent l'emportera
Pendant que la marée monte
Et que chacun refait ses comptes
J'emmène au creux de mon ombre
Des poussières de toi
Le vent les portera
Tout disparaîtra mais
Le vent nous portera
yann tiersen - la dispute
Anyway, i can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and i'm tired now.
anyway, i've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything is gone and i'm tired now.
but don't be scared, i found a good job and i go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved.
i am pilling up some unread books under my bed and i really think i'll never read again.
no concentration, just a white disorder everywhere around me, you know i'm so tired now.
don't worry i often go to dinners and parties with some old friends who care for me, take me back home and stay.
monochrome floors, monochrome walls, only abscence near me, nothing but silence around me.
monochrome flat, monochrome life, only abscence near me, nothing but silence around me.
sometimes i search an event or something to remind me, but i've really got nothing in mind.
sometimes i open the windows and listen people walking in the down streets. there is a life out there.
but don't be scared, i found a good job and i go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved.
anyway, i can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and i'm tired now.
anyway, i've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everthing is gone gone and i'm tired now.
but don't be scared, i found a good job and i go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved.
don't worry i often go to dinners and parties with some old friends who care for me, take me back home and stay.
mochrome floors, monochrome walls, only abscence near me, nothing but silence around me.
monochrome flat, monochrome life, only abscence near me, nothing but silence around me
yann tiersen - pale white
Mr Haley turned and said
You must not cry now
Crossed the ocean
For his love
To bring her falter
And his chest beat like a wolf
To bring her home
And his chest beat like a wolf
To bring her home
Nobody will come dance
Will come dance upon our grave
Nobody will come dance
Will come dance with us
Her face's so delicate and bright
In alabaster
And his chest beat like a wolf
To bring her home
And his chest beat like a wolf
To bring her home
And if ever you try to sever
All the things we've come to know
And if you ever try to sever
All the things we know
Nobody will come dance
Will come dance upon our grave
Nobody will come dance
Will come dance with us
yann tiersen - bagatelle
Tiens, une petite voix me glisse quatre verités
Qui passent la rampe et gravissent l'escalier
Les jambes tirent et les yeux ont tourné,
Va savoir, où la bouche est tombée
Comme museau levé j'écoute, la voix je la suis,
Top là ! Echangeons des nuits pour des nuits
Du coup l'aube en sort toute retournée,
Le bourreau a du mal a trancher.
Et aussitôt, quelqu'un manque, et de rien le jour est chargé
Et tout peut se charger d'absence,
Rien qui sache mieux qu'elle s'absenter.
Bagatelle, que m'as tu promis ? Où m'as-tu mené ?
Les petites vagues se font vite emportées,
Et morflant, sous cape, comme habitué,
On a vite sa table, ses entrées
Des retours de flamme s'annoncent,
Leurs trains sont attendus,
Ma pancarte est inutile, ils m'ont reconnu,
Dans l'hélice où mes doigts sont passés
Je m'avance, histoire de bien capter.
Car rien à faire, quelqu'un manque, et de rien
Le jour est chargé,
Et tout peut se charger d'absence,
Rien qui sache mieux qu'elle s'absenter.
yann tiersen - bon voyage
J?ai un gros débarras
Aussi un cagibi
Et puis plein d?autres endroits
Où j?entasse où je classe
Reclasse où je trie
J?fais des tas
J?y ai des embarras
Aussi quelques ennuis
Et puis plein d?aut?cacas
Que je place que je tasse
Retasse que je plie
Et tout ça
Ah si y?avait un avion
J?y mettrais mes cartons
J?leur souhaiterais bon voyage
J?crois qu?ça va mon Q.I.
Aussi mon ciboulot
J?ai p?t?être même de l?esprit
D?la malice mais le fils
S?hérisse tant ses tas
I?sont gros
J?ai un beau gabarit
Aussi un très bon poids
Et puis quelques appuis
J?fais oh hisse mais ils glissent
Reglissent de mes doigts
Mes colis
Ah si y?avait un avion
J?y mettrais mes cartons
J?leur souhaiterais bon voyage
J?ai bien deux trois bottins
Aussi quelques amis
Et puis plein d?autres copains
Mais j?dis mince car ça coince
Leur espace il est plein
Eux aussi
Ah si y?avait un avion
J?y mettrais mes cartons
J?leur souhaiterais bon voyage
yann tiersen - callous sun
By her bedside
He brought to her a (?)
By her bedside
We sit to redeem
My father, my father
He darkened my name
My father, my father
You must not get away
The sun is out
And it's callous and stout
And i can't believe
Offer what
Offer what you can
The sun is out
And it's flawless and sound
And I can't conceive
The sun is out
And it's callous and stout
And I can't conceive
Of this loneliness
My father turn
Turn away
The sun is out
And it's callous and stout
And I can't believe
Of the night I bleed (?)
It's reckless and helpless
It falls down my face
This conflict is coming
It wrestles with fear (?)
This folly/falling is coming (?)
It's fragrant with haste (?)
yann tiersen - chapter 19
To live outside the pale
Is to wither and die.
Beyond the pale
There are only dressed-up cadavers.
They are wound up each day,
Like alarm clocks.
They perform like seal;
They die like box office receipts.
But in the seething honey-comb
There is a growth as of plants,
An animal warmth almost suffocating,
A vitality which accrues
From rubbing and glueing together,
A hope which is physical
As well as spiritual,
A contamination which is dangerous but salutary.
Small souls perhaps,
Burning like tapers,
But burning steadily
And capable of throwing portentous shadows
On the walls which hem them in.
All goes round and round,
Creaking, wobbling, lumbering,
Whimpering some-tunes,
But round and round and round.
Then, if you become very still,
Standing on a stoop, for instance,
And carefully think no thoughts,
A myopic, bestial clarity besets your vision.
There is a wheel,
There are spokes,
And there is a hub.
And in the center of the hub there is exactly
Nothing.
yann tiersen - comptine d un autre été l après midi
Instrumental
Album: (2001) Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amèlie Poulain
yann tiersen - dragon fly
On the day that we met
I awoke from a total sleep
You said
Keep your eyes open wide
And keep your arms open wide
You brought me courage
You bring me courage
To keep my eyes open wide
And keep my arms open wide
You brought me courage
You show
A kind of delight
Dancing 'round
Like a dragonfly
Like a coverlet in the summer's air
In the summer's air
In the summer's air
On the day that we met
I awoke from a total sleep
You said
Keep your eyes open wide
And keep your arms open wide
You brought me courage
You bring me courage
To bring my eyes open wide
To keep my arms open wide
You bring me courage
You wrap your curve of delight
Round my cold cold neck
You're a coverlet
In the summer's air
In the summer's air
In the summer's air
yann tiersen - dried sea
Our trouble
Come for me
I row a dried up sea
Trouble tore at my sleep(sleeve?)
I row a dried up sea
Ribbons to hide my face
Shame does not come to claim
Trouble tore at my sleep(sleeve?)
I row a dried up sea
Never you mind
You can manage
Never you mind
You can manage
Never you mind
You can manage
Never you mind
Well....fuck that (?)
I fail to explain (?)
Never you mind
You can manage
And never you mind
If, when you stand (?)
Would you sleep (? )
Never you mind
You can manage
If you try
You can manage
You can manage
You can manage
If you try
yann tiersen - geronimo
While they have been eating
The rain has started falling,
Gradually gathering in strength;
What began a drizzle
Has now become torrential,
And doesn?t look like coming to an end.
The two bedraggled figures
That huddle in the doorway,
With nothing vaguely waterproof to wear,
Are now secretly wishing
They?d listened to their mothers
When being told to always be prepared.
Screaming
?geronimo!?,
They run for it down the road;
With an arm around her waist
He leads her to a place
He knows.
Soaked through, but happy,
They squelch up to the landing;
The room before them
Makes a welcome sight.
The coal fire is throwing
Strange shapes upon the hearthrug,
And crying out to be knelt down beside.
She pulls off her jumper
And flings it in the corner;
He picks it up and hangs it on a chair.
She puts on a record
And sings into her coffee;
He puts a blanket round her,
Sits her down
And dries her beautiful hair.
yann tiersen - ginette
La mer ça n's'invente pas
et nous on crève à rester là
et le funambule beau qu'il est
marchant sur son fil
charles il disait l'albatros
il en est mort
a marcher sur la terre
mais c'est pas fini
on va continuer
a marcher dans les airs
et les supermarchés
pour nous donner l'air
de ne pas rien faire
et pour manger
on va s'aimer encore et encore
pendant des années
j'étais là moi monsieur
sinon on sait pas trop c'qu'il faut faire
et là y a la ginette qui valse en guinguette
qu'a toujours un verre d'avance
des fois qu'on ferme la dernière porte
faut s'enivrer quoi qu'il arrive
et puis rêver et faire la fête
c'est des musiciens sur des tréteaux
tôt ou tard ça va s'écrouler
mais leur histoire on s'en fout
ginette continue à tourner
sur cet air de ferraille et de verres cassés
allez ginette!...
la mer ça n's'invente pas
et nous on crève à rester là
et c'est tout
yann tiersen - guilty
is it a sin, is it a crime
loving you dear like i do
if it's a crime, then, i'm guilty
guilty of loving you
maybe i'm wrong dreaming of you
dreaming the lonely night thru
if it's a crime, then, i'm guilty
guilty of dreaming of you
what can i do?
what can i say?
after i've taken the blame
you say, "you're through
you'll go your way"
but i'll always feel just the same
maybe, i'm right, maybe i'm wrong
loving you dear like i do
if it's a crime, then, i'm guilty
guilty of loving you
yann tiersen - l effondrement
i can preak up my ears
and hear so clearly,
the collapse of things
and the drop in the sink.
i can open my eyes
and see so clearlly,
flowers on the curtains and
the old days to come,
anyway it's buble in brain,
it's mossy under the rain,
i'm wandering in some endles fields of goo.
tu t'en rends compte un matin, au réveil.
d'abord t'es bien puis c'est comme une vague froide,
ça devient net, blanc comme dans une clinique.
alors tu te lèves,
tu vas faire du café,
et tu restes assis,
sans rien faire.
est-ce que ça va revenir ?... qu'est-ce qu'on va faire ?...
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