Terez Montcalm

Parce Que Y A Toi.

Pain of Salvation-Chain sling

"Please let me be yours please never leave
Please stay here close to me
All love we shared where is it now?
Please let me be better than I was
Please don't give up on us
The thought of leaving you - I don't know how"

"I can feel the pain you have inside
I see it in your eyes
Those eyes that used to shine for me
I can feel the wildness in your heart
That's tearing us apart
My love how can I help if you don't want me?"

"There is nothing you can do to help me now
I am lost within myself as so many times before
There's nothing you can do to ease my pain
I am so, so sorry but if you love me you must let go"

Two young souls in the dance of a chain sling
Love once born from the ink of Solitude
Bidding to dance in the swing of a rope end
Walking their Remedy Lane
trough this interlude of pain

Who will be there now?
When I lose one true love?
(When I lose my love)
I am falling now
Darkness below and above

There is nothing you can do to help me now
I am lost within myself as so many times before
There's nothing you can do to ease my pain
I am so, so sorry but if you love me you must let go

Two young souls in the dance of a chain sling
Love once born from the ink of Solitude
Bidding to dance in the swing of a rope end
Walking their Remedy Lane through this interlude of pain

Who will be there now When I lose my one true love?
(I am falling now)
Have I lost Myself? To love someone else...

"Please let me be yours please never leave
Please stay here close to me
All love we shared where is it now?
Please let me be better than I was
Please don't give up on us
The thought of leaving you..."

I DO NOT KNOW HOW

Mecano - Hijo De La Luna

Tonto el que no entienda
cuenta una leyenda
que una hembra gitana
conjuró a la luna hasta el amanecer
llorando pedía
al llegar el día
desposar un calé
tendrás a tu hombre piel morena
desde el cielo habló la luna llena
pero a cambio quiero
el hijo primero
que le engendres a él
que quien su hijo inmola
para no estar sola
poco le iba a querer

estribillo

Luna quieres ser madre
y no encuentras querer
que te haga mujer
dime luna de plata
qué pretendes hacer
con un niño de piel
Hijo de la Luna

De padre canela nació un niño
blanco como el lomo de un armiño
con los ojos grises
en vez de aceituna
niño albino de luna
maldita su estampa
este hijo es de un payo
y yo no me lo cayo

estribillo

Gitano al creerse deshonrado
se fue a su mujer cuchillo en mano
¿de quién es el hijo?
me has engañao fijo
y de muerte la hirió
luego se hizo al monte
con el niño en brazos
y allí le abandonó

estribillo

Y en las noches que haya luna llena
será porque el niño esté de buenas
y si el niño llora
menguará la luna
para hacerle una cuna
y si el niño llora
menguará la luna
para hacerle una cuna

Anathema-Panic

You know you ain't going nowhere
you're stuck inside while the mind is flying
you said you'd help me in the morning
twisting on pins into my eyes
and we driving on the ceiling below you
facin' up the walls with your crocked hands
while you're miles away...
I didn't think at all end up like this
there's spiders on the wall and they stink of piss
dead heads lying in the corner
staring at me making me feel bad
I put my hands up to my eyes
but the holes in my palms let me find a way
to corner you...
I can feel my chest pressing inwards
sucking through my skin into my brain
oxygen pushing on the window
cracks in the glass let it slip away
I start to cry and I keep on laughing
I close my eyes at what's left inside
and then I'll ran away...
For all the time this land
for all the time in my hand
circle around in depth
found calmness fall once again...
Razor blades floating in the warm bath
air bubbles in your veins turning my hands black
whispers coming from the next room
window cleaner keep on spying
I put my hands up to my eyes
but the holes in my palms let me find a way
to corner me...
Twelve ton hammer for my breakfast
slipping off the edge in catatonic blood
multiple decibel inscriptions
trying all they can in miles an hour
all face grey and looming downwards
sniffing all the time for a ounce of silence
screaming all the way...
Numbers counting down inside me
solar system thoughts circle round my head
false teeth hanging from the ceiling
feet looking of the goms of the 2nd son
I eat my hands 'cos my legs are crying
you broke my neck 'cause I snapped my spine
I wish you would die away...
For all the time this land
for all the time in my hand
circle around in depth
found calmness fall once again

Damien Rice - Volcano

Don't hold yourself like that
You'll hurt your knees
I kissed your mouth, and back
And that's all I need
Don't build your world around
Volcanoes melt you down

What I am to you is not real
What I am to you, you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for the sea

Don't throw yourself like that
In front of me
I kissed your mouth, your back
Is that all you need?
Don't drag my love around
Volcanoes melt me down

What I am to you is not real
What I am to you, you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask
What I give to you is just what I'm going through
This is nothing new, no, no just another phase of finding
what I really need is what makes me bleed
But like a new disease, Lord, she's still too young to treat
Volcanoes melt you down
She's still too young +what iam to you+you do not need+is not real
I kissed your mouth
You do not need me

Tristania - Sirene / Sirenia - Seven Sirens and A Silver Tear

Madredeus - O Pastor

Ai que ninguém volta
Ao que já deixou
Ninguém larga a grande roda
Ninguém sabe onde é que andou

Ai que ninguém lembra
Nem o que sonhou
E aquele menino canta
A cantiga do pastor

Ao largo ainda arde
A barca da fantasia
E o meu sonho acaba tarde
Deixa a alma de vigia
Ao largo ainda arde
A barca da fantasia
E o meu sonho acaba tarde
Acordar é que eu não queria

Ao largo ainda arde
A barca da fantasia
E o meu sonho acaba tarde
Deixa a alma de vigia
Ao largo ainda arde
A barca da fantasia
E o meu sonho acaba tarde
Acordar é que eu não queria

Muse-Butterflies & Hurricanes

Change
Everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called
Fights, battles have begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead
Best
You've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now

Change
Everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called
Fights and battles 've begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead

Best
You've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now

Don't
Let yourself down
Don't let yourself go
Your last chance has arrived

Best
You've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now

[καλώς σας βρήκα!Thanks για την πρόσκληση!Mouton μουουουουουου! :-) ]

Film - Alarm

Eternal Tears Of Sorrow - Nightwind's Lullaby

Like a mother takes care of her children, the nightwind cries for her
Hear those silent whispers... Like an infant's very first words
Light a candle for those who once were, and the dreams that never came true
Hear the silent crying of souls who lost their way home

See a child and how he dies under the shade of a birch
The silent nightwind's lullaby rocks the cradle of this world

Like a falling star of darkness gives the final sign of its life
This forsaken child of the full moon searching for a peaceful place to die
He sees a tree, the mighty one, like the one of his early years
Now he feels the safe under the tree and calls his mother wind

See the circle of light and the child and his heart full of nightly peace
Hear the divine tune, the prettiest one, the nightwind's nightly verse
Light a candle for those who once were (and their) hopeful dreams that never
came true
Hear the silent weeping of souls who lost their way home

Vanessa Paradi - jeanne moreau - le tourbillon

Καλό απόγευμα!

Archive - Lights

It hurts to feel
It hurts to hear
It hurts to face it
It hurts to hide
It hurts to touch
It hurts to wake up
It hurts to remember
It hurts to hold on

Turn my head

The hurt's relentless
The hurt of emptiness
The hurt of wanting
The hurt of going on
The hurt of missing
The hurt is killing me

Turn my head
Off
Forever
Turn it off
Forever
Off forever
Turn it off forever

Ever blind

(Αφιερωμένο στη Β. που της θυμίζει...:-))

Celine Dion - Je t'aime encore

Here the autumn ends, bringing back rain.
The old Chevy's dead, they tried to fix it in vain.
Ele's got her first teeth, little Jimmy's getting strong.
I'm learning guitar, I almost know a song.

I've found some Chanterelle at the market this morning.
I'd like to live in Rome, Oh, it'd be such a good thing.
Try to grow some flowers, The same I've tried before.
That's all for now, Oh yes... Je T'aime Encore.

But where are you?
So far, with no address.
How's life for you,
My hope is my only caress.

I've finally cut my hair.
I hear you say... at last.
It's been kinda strange,
But you see I survived.
When I'm asked, I go out.
I dance all night and more.
When I dance... Je T'aime Encore.

But where are you?
So far, with no address.
And how's life for you?
Time is my only caress.


Je t'aime Encore. Just like an old-fashioned song.
And it burns in my soul. Anything else is too long.

Oh more and more.
As strong as I can be.
Oui je T'aime Encore.
But you... you can not hear me.

..πάντα:)

Les Choristes - Vois sur ton chemin

Vois sur ton chemin
Gamins oubliés égarés
Donne-leur la main
Pour les mener
Vers d'autres lendemains
Donne-leur la main
Pour les mener
Vers d'autres lendemains

Sens au coeur de la nuit
L'onde d'espoir
Ardeur de la vie
Sentier de gloire

Bonheur de la vie de la vie
Sentier de gloire sentier de gloire

Bonheurs enfantins
Trop vite oubliés effacés
Une lumière dorée brille sans fin
Tout au bout du chemin

Vite oubliés effacés
Une lumière dorée brille sans fin


Bonheur de la vie de la vie
Sentier de gloire sentier de gloire

Vois sur ton chemin
Gamins oubliés égarés
Donne-leur la main
Pour les mener
Vers d'autres lendemains
Donne-leur la main
Pour les mener
Vers d'autres lendemains

Michel Fugain - Une belle histoire

C'est un beau roman
C'est une belle histoire
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui
Il rentrait chez lui, là-haut vers le brouillard
Elle descendait dans le Midi, le Midi

Ils se sont trouvés au bord du chemin
Sur l'autoroute des vacances
C'était sans doute un jour de chance
Ils avaient le ciel à portée de main
Un cadeau de la Providence
Alors, pourquoi penser aux lendemains

Ils se sont cachés dans un grand champ de blé
Se laissant porter par le courant
Se sont raconté leurs vies qui commençaient
Ils n'étaient encore que des enfants, des enfants
Qui s'étaient trouvés au bord du chemin
Sur l'autoroute des vacances
C'était sans doute un jour de chance
Qui cueillirent le ciel au creux de leur main
Comme on cueille la Providence
Refusant de penser aux lendemains

C'est un beau roman
C'est une belle histoire
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui
Il rentrait chez lui, là-haut vers le brouillard
Elle descendait dans le Midi, le Midi

Ils se sont quittés au bord du matin
Sur l'autoroute des vacances
C'était fini le jour de chance
Ils reprirent alors chacun leur chemin
Saluèrent la Providence
En se faisant un signe de la main

Il rentra chez lui, là-haut vers le brouillard
Elle est descendue là-bas dans le Midi
C'est un beau roman
C'est une belle histoire
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui

;)

Phantom of the Opera

Amazed - Poe

Zero7 - Destiny