• A question of lust est une ballade d'une triste beauté issu d'un album sombre et mélancolique (Black Celebration) qui voit Depeche Mode entrer dans son ère la pus lucrative en terme de rentabilité, de créativité et de notoriété. Le rêve se poursuivra avec Music the masses jusqu’à l'apogée de Violator.

    fragile
    like a baby in your arms
    be gentle whith me
    i'd never willingly
    do you harm

    apologies
    are all you seem to get from me
    but just like a child
    you make me smile
    when you care for me
    and you know...

    it's a question of lust
    it's a question of trust
    it's a question of not letting
    what we've built up
    crumble to dust
    it is all of these things and more
    that keep us together

    independence
    is still important for us though (we realise)
    it's easy to make
    the stupid mistake
    of lefting go (do you know what I mean)

    my weaknesses
    you know each and every one 'it frigthens me)
    but i need to drink
    more then tou seem to think
    before i'm anyone's
    and you know...

    it's a question of lust
    it's a question of trust
    it's a question of not letting
    what we've built up
    crumble to dust
    it is all of these things and more
    that keep us together

    kiss me goodbye
    when i'm on my own
    but you know that i'd
    rather be home

    it's a question of lust
    it's a question of trust
    it's a question of not letting
    what we've built up
    crumble to dust
    it is all of these things and more
    that keep us together

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  •  La violence n'est rien, seul la puissance compte!

    Pas besoin d’être un métaleux aux cheveux longs aux postures outrageantes et aux textes rageurs pour envoyer du bois.

    Muse groupe de scène survolté incarne parfaitement cette énergie rock sans les artifices du genre.

    Quand la musique se suffit à elle même...

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  •  Petit, gros, chauve et moche, il ne ressemble pas du tout à un héros de cinéma ou de romans. Cependant dans l'univers musical c'en un vrai. En tous cas il en est un pour moi.

    We have confusion, and we're weary from the words
    But, baby, please I know I'll get through
    When I go down on you, when I go down on you
    We'll be happy and free just as the birds

    I don't need to have some money
    And I don't need to have some friend
    I don't need to have somebody new
    When I go down on you, when I go down on you
    With you all things I will transcend

    As the universe explodes
    And the world goes straight to hell
    And some people try to split our love in two
    I'll go down on you, I'll go down on you
    No, there's nothing could ever break this spell

    I don't need to know the answer
    I don't need to save my soul
    And I don't need to have a point of view
    When I go down on you, when I go down on you
    To be with you has been my only goal

    If you wonder who will love you
    And will have a tender touch
    Then please allow for me to give a clue
    I'll go down on you, I'll go down on you
    There's nothing in the world I love as much
    There's nothing in the world I love as much

     

     

     

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  •  Une pensée en en emmenant une autre on voyage dans notre univers intérieur de façon plus ou moins consciente. De gare en gare, ce train dont on ne connaît pas la destination nous ramène à certaines étapes de notre vie. Les paysages changent, les voyageurs aussi parfois, mais les émotions que l'on a ressentis le premier jour restent intactes, immaculées.

     Cette locomotive temporelle me ramène aujourd'hui au moment ou j'ai découvert cette chanson pour la première fois et a tous les évènements qui lui sont liés... irrémédiablement.

    Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head 
    And as I climb into an empty bed 
    Oh well. Enough said. 
    I know it's over - still I cling 
    I don't know where else I can go 
    Oh ... 
    Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head 
    See, the sea wants to take me 
    The knife wants to slit me 
    Do you think you can help me ? 
    Sad veiled bride, please be happy 
    Handsome groom, give her room 
    Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly 
    (Though she needs you 
    More than she loves you) 
    And I know it's over - still I cling 
    I don't know where else I can go 
    Over and over and over and over 
    Over and over, la ... 
    I know it's over 
    And it never really began 
    But in my heart it was so real
    And you even spoke to me, and said : 
    "If you're so funny 
    Then why are you on your own tonight ? 
    And if you're so clever 
    Then why are you on your own tonight ? 
    If you're so very entertaining 
    Then why are you on your own tonight ? 
    If you're so very good-looking 
    Why do you sleep alone tonight ? 
    I know ... 
    'Cause tonight is just like any other night 
    That's why you're on your own tonight 
    With your triumphs and your charms 
    While they're in each other's arms..."
    It's so easy to laugh 
    It's so easy to hate 
    It takes strength to be gentle and kind 
    Over, over, over, over 
    It's so easy to laugh 
    It's so easy to hate 
    It takes guts to be gentle and kind 
    Over, over 
    Love is Natural and Real 
    But not for you, my love 
    Not tonight, my love 
    Love is Natural and Real 
    But not for such as you and I, my love 
    Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head 
    Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head 
    Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head 
    Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ... 
    Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head 
    Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head 
    Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head 
    Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ... 


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  • Vauxhall and I est le quatrième album solo de Steven Patrick Morrissey. 

    Morrissey le chanteur du groupe le plus influent des 80'S: The Smiths, a retrouvé l'espace d'un disque la grâce de ses albums magiques co écrit avec Johnny Marr.

     

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