there's not one person that i know that doesn't like music.
i have a friend with a shirt saying: music is my religion
that just shows us how similar we all are...
personally, i love songs in english, and even more: songs with meanings.
for me, the most important thing in a song is the words. when i listen to new music i try to understand the words, and i'm sorry to say, am not allways able to...
i can tell you that i was in a very big show of one of the most famous singers in my country, and all through the show i was concentrating on understanding the words. i couldn't understand half of what he sang
i think that the most fun part in a song is singing along to the words, and afterwards getting the songs stuck in your head, humming it tunelessly. it gives a great fealing and it's a good way to break any silence
the type of music i like most is not metall, or hard rock, but country music. may-b the fact that ive been plenty of times to the country-side help stabilize my taste.
here i've copied out some words that you might like to sing along with to some songs that i like... enjoy!
Eleanor Rigby The Beatles
http://www.shiron.net/search?q=eleanor+rigby
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Perfect Day Lady Antebellum
http://www.shiron.net/artist?type=lyrics&lang=2&prfid=36203&wrkid=86071
Went walking through town just the other day
with nothin much to do.
As the sun came breakin down through the clouds
I never seen the sky so blue
I saw a cajun man with a red guitar singing on the side of the street
I threw a handful of change in his beat up case and said play me a country beat
And it sounded like....
Met up with some friends outside of town
we were headed towards the lake
I hopped into the back of a jacked up jeep and felt the wind upon my face
We got to the spot and the sun was hot, everybody was feelin fine.
So we jumped on in for a midday swim and then we lost all track of time.
It was the perfect day
What I'd give if I could find a way to stay
Lost in this moment now
Ain't worried about tomorrow
When you're busy livin in a perfect day.
As the moon came out and the fire burned
everybody was singin along
To some Ramblin' Man a little Curtis Loew and all them feel good songs
We danced all night without a care, no place we'd rather be
Cause these are the days we'll talk about, when we lived so wild and free
It was the perfect day
What I'd give if I could find a way to stay
Lost in this moment now
Ain't worried about tomorrow
When you're busy livin in a perfect day.
We were sittin in the sand as he grabbed my hand
And then leaned in for a kiss
I couldn't help but think with the stars above it don't get much better than this
It was the perfect day
What I'd give if I could find a way to stay
Lost in this moment now
Ain't worried about tomorrow
When you're busy livin, feels like dreamin', slowly drifting, through this perfect day.
Need You Now
(2010)
ok, and maybe a little rock:
Bohemian Rhapsody Queen
http://www.shiron.net/search?q=bohemian+rhapsody
http://www.shiron.net/search?q=bohemian+rhapsody
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango.
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me.
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go.
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die.
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.
Any way the wind blows
and a last one..
Bad Influence Pink
http://www.shiron.net/artist?type=lyrics&lang=2&prfid=24759&wrkid=80620
Alright sir
sure I'll have another one it's early
Three olives, shake it up, i like it dirty (dirty)
Tequila for my friend it makes her flirty (flirty)
Trust me
I'm the instigator of underwear
Showing up here and there uh oh (oh no)
I'm always on a mission from the get-go (get-go)
So what if it's only 1 o'clock in the afternoon
It's never too soon to send out all the invatations to the last night (of your life)
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy!
I can't help it i like to party, it's genetic!
It's electrifying, wind me up and watch me go
Where she stops, nobody knows
A good excuse to be a bad influence on you and you (x15)
Alright ma'am (ma'am)
Calm down i know your son said he was in my house (my house)
He was the captain of the football team but i turned him out
He wasn't the first and he won't be the last, to tone it down
This happens all the time
I'm a story to tell the alibi
They wanna go home i asked them (why)
It's daylight (not night)
They might need a break from all the real life (get a life)
It gets to be too much sometimes
It's never too late to send out all the invitations to the last night of (your life)
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy!
I can't help i like to party it's genetic!
It's electrifying, wind me up and watch me go
Where she stops, nobody knows
A good excuse to be a bad influence on you and you (x15)
I'm off to see the doctor
I hope she has a cure
I hope she makes me better
What does that even mean? (we don't know!)
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy!
I can't help it i like to party it's genetic!
It's electrifying, wind me up and watch me go
Where she stops, nobody knows
A good excuse to be a bad influence on you
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy!
I can't help it i like to party it's genetic!
It's electrifying, wind me up and watch me go
Where she stops, nobody knows
A good excuse to be a bad influence on you
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy!
I can't help it, i like to party, it's genetic!
It's electrifying, wind me up and watch me go
Where she stops, nobody knows
A good excuse to be a bad influence on you and you (x15)
I'm a good excuse (good excuse)
To be a bad influence on you and you and you
You're too tired
You're not too tired!
Funhouse
(2008)
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