A Quark of A Different Spin. (adameros) wrote,
A Quark of A Different Spin.
adameros
I just got the Brazilian Girls cd. I'm posting the lyrics mostly for my reading tomorrow.


  1. Homme

    Donne – l’impression d’un pêtit bon homme
    Si tes raisons sont bonnes, come on,
    Prends ton temps et le mien,
    Car j’y tiens. Prends, la vitesse d’un vrai hurragan
    L’altitude de quelqu’un qui connait son coeur
    Car en somme, c’etait fun.
    J’ai plus peur, Homme,
    Homme sauvage

    Homme, Ta cage j’abandonne
    Homme… Ments, puisque savoir mentir c’est un don,
    Donne moi un baiser sur le front puis ments,
    Ments encore, mi corazon..
    Je te pardonne, Sents, Finalement le son de mes mots,
    éphemere comme le temps,
    T’a ratrappé,
    Écouter aussi c’est un don,
    Et comprendre… Homme



  2. Don't Stop

    Don't Stop don't stop, no
    Just keep on going
    Until I come
    Until I come in
    Don't Stop don't stop, no
    Just keep on going
    Until I come
    Until I come in

    Playing hard to get when we're together
    Hard to get there on your own
    When will you ever come to conscience
    I'll let you be alone
    You never had it better
    Than when I was with you, baby
    Scumback to earth, let's drink some tea and smoke some herb

    Don't Stop don't stop, no
    Just keep on going
    Until I come
    Until I come in
    Don't Stop don't stop, no
    Just keep on going
    Until I come
    Until I come in

    Now I know it takes three balls to juggle
    50 cents of humour's worth
    When and how did I become my mother
    Am I getting on your nerves?
    Lets just not talk about it and fill the blanks with space
    Go to the park later
    Get some, Ice cream

    Don't Stop don't stop, no
    Just keep on going
    Until I come
    Until I come in
    Don't
    Don't
    Just keep on going
    Just keep on going
    La la la la la la la
    La la la la la la la

    Don't Stop
    Don't Stop
    Just keep on going
    Until I come
    Until I come in
    Stop


  3. Lazy Lover

    Lazy Lover ooooh ooooh ooooh
    Lazy Lover, Casanova
    You roll over when I want more
    I want more… Oooh ooooh ooooh Aaaaah aaaaahh
    Lazy Lover, Casanova
    Why bother, there’s so much love
    So much love, So much love,
    So much love Why bother ?
    Lazy Lover, Lazy, Lazy, Lover
    Speaking Italian "Ma sará possibile che sei ancora stanco, ma di che?
    Lazy Lover


  4. Sirenes De La Fete

    Allons-y!
    Faisons un tour á la tour eiffel, á rencontrer cette japonaise,
    tres tres belle.
    Dans la main une camera en plastique, ces chaussures dernier cri,
    On lui dit, You're tres chic.
    On l'emmene, sûr une isle au millieu de la seine, virtuelle de cette nuit,
    Cette nuit mortelle, on la prend,
    On la prend par la main, et on commence.

    Laisse rentrer la lumiere dans ta tête, sors tout-ce que t'as dedans, dis-moi quelque chose de Grand, concentre-toi, t'entends les sirenes de la fête? Tu sais c'que j'en pense, moi?
    Je veux me reveiller, me reveiller avec toi!

    On va danser á poile dans les rêves des tous les garçons, voler d'étoile en
    étoile, sur le dos d'un dragon,
    Dans les bras de la lune, on peut tout oublier, mais dans ce paradis, on
    Risque de s'ennuyer... t'endends les sirenes, les sirenes de la fete,
    Tu sais ce que j'en pense....
    Je veux me reveiller...


  5. Corner Store

    Around the corner a different world
    Conversation overheard ohhhh
    Between a man and a saxophone
    Saxophone and mister drunk and stoned ohhh
    He only knows one melody
    You know which one I mean
    I drop some change in his hat and leave.

    Walk into the corner store
    Through neon signs and revolving doors..ohooh
    As if just to add to the atmosphere
    The man behind the counter has a snow white beard
    That goes all the way down to the floor
    I like the music on the radio
    You know which one I mean

    And this is how it goes: Da da, da da, da da da
    (Horns playing)

    Outside on the public phone
    There he is again.
    Mister drunk and stoned
    He’s got no money but a golden smile
    Sidewalk torero wave me by ohhhh
    I’m whistling his melody
    You know which one I mean
    Suddenly he stops playing
    And looks at me

    And the band goes Da da, da da, da da da
    (Horns playing) Humming



  6. Long

    How long can you be walking on eggshells
    And breathe in thin air
    Get yourself ready for departure when you're already there

    Longer than the wall of china
    Longer than longing for love
    Longer than your panthomime when the audience is bored

    How can you tip toe to the exit with your tapping shoes on?
    Listen to yourself when your cell phone rings and the radio’s on?

    Longer than your hair in the 80’s
    Longer than the long run
    Longer than the longest winter
    Longer than long

    How can you dance on the battlefield with your Sunday clothes on?
    How long can you can you go along with this shit with a straight face on?

    Longer than these walls of China
    Longer than you know what
    Longer than the weakest picture
    Longer than long Come on So long


  7. Pussy

    She’s a face in the kraut
    Looking right through you
    As if she knew you
    Better than you know yourself
    What does she know about the things that you know?
    That you go through only in a day?

    Pussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana
    Pussy Pussy Pussy
    Pussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana
    Pussy Pussy Pussy

    She caught you walking about in a frozen desert
    From the tip of the iceberg, you slip and fall
    Falling through the clouds
    Of your fata morgana
    In the lap of your mama you land
    She’ll understand

    Pussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana
    Pussy Pussy Pussy
    Pussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana
    Pussy Pussy Pussy

    If you start looking around you
    You know there’s no pretending
    ‘Cause how you twist and bend it
    She’s the perfect tout
    Leave everyone spellbound when she mixes and blends it.
    ‘Cause the message she’s sending is:
    She’s ready to sell out.

    Pussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana
    Pussy Pussy Pussy (How much do you need)
    Pussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana
    Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana
    Pussy Pussy Pussy (How much do you need)
    Pussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana
    Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy


  8. Die Gedanken Sind Frei

    Die Gedanken sind frei, wer kann sie erraten?
    Sie fliegen vorbei, wie nächtliche Schatten
    Kein Mensch kann sie wissen, kein Jäger erschießen
    Es bleibet dabei: Die Gedanken sind Frei!

    Ich denke was ich will und was mich beglücket
    Alles in der Still', und wie es sich schicket
    Mein Wunsch mein Begehren, kann niemand verwehren
    Denn es bleibet dabei: Die Gedanken sind Frei!

    Und sperrt man mich ein in finstere Kerker
    Ich spotte der pein und menschlicher werke
    Denn meine Gedanken zerreissen die Schranken
    Und die Mauern entzwei, Die Gedanken sind frei!


  9. All We Have

    The Scary Tale on this day Leads us on
    What can I say? How naïve, this cliché
    The pulse goes on
    The end we anticipate.

    Some story ends and hurray
    Summer begins, what can I say
    Call it nature, Call it Fate
    How we love to exaggerate

    Think of one of your on own reasons why
    We are bound, yet alone, just passing by

    All we have to give
    All we have
    All we have to forgive
    Swaying to this song

    Tonight

    Think of one of your own recent tries
    We are bound to forget in no time

    Think of one of yours gone, for some time
    We are to bound to return
    Look into my eyes

    All we have to give
    All we have to forgive All we have to give
    All we have
    All we have to forgive
    All we have, we have


  10. Dance Till The Morning Sun

    This is real, this is glam.
    This is the real glam electro.

    Dance till the morning sun
    Dance till the morning sun
    Dance till the morning sun
    Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance

    Keep walking down the line
    I am waiting for you
    I will call to see where you could be

    I remember when
    I could hear the wind
    This time, we will come away as one
    As one Come away as one

    I am waiting for you and I
    To dance till the Morning Sun
    Dance till the morning sun
    Dance till the morning sun
    Dance till the morning sun

    Dance, Dance This is real, this is glam
    This is the real glam electro When you start to feel
    Love is coming around again
    Then you won’t run away anymore

    Dance Dance till the morning sun
    Dance till the morning sun
    Dance till the morning sun
    Dance till the morning sun

    Dance,
    Sun
    Till the morning sun Dance till the morning sun
    Dance till the morning sun
    Dance till the morning sun
    Dance


  11. Me Gustas Cuando Callas

    Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
    Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
    Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
    Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado

    Y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
    Y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.

    Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
    Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
    Emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
    Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,

    Y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.
    Y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.

    Ooooohhhh

    Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
    Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
    Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
    Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:

    Déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.

    Ooooohhhh

    Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
    Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
    Claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
    Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.

    Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
    Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.

    Ooooohhhh

    Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
    Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
    Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
    Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.

    Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.
    Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto


  12. Ships In The Night

    Now that your leave is over
    Let’s down our drinks and say goodnight
    to this illusion

    Bell-bottom Casanova
    The silhouettes that pass us by

    Are ships in the night
    Ships in the night,
    in the night, in the night

    When you alight, mein Lieber
    Whether its Hamburg or New york
    I’ll still be sleeping

    Look in your wallet all you’ll find
    A little note I’ve left behind
    Oh, I hope you don’t mind

    We’re Ships in the night
    Ships in the night
    Ships in the night,
    in the night


    This cd is very eclectic, hitting a wide variety of styles. Some tracks are far better than others, but definately worth a listen.
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