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Vagues
01:23
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Love, love, love
03:03
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Love, love, love
You could cross any river
You could climb any tower
You could walk many days
You could swim many ways
But you were waiting from your window pane
‘cause you were looking for love, love, love in vain
‘cause you were looking for love, love, love in vain
You could try any crane
You could fly on any plane
You could live in a mansion
You could remain in fashion
But you were waiting from your window pane
‘cause you were looking for love, love, love in vain
‘cause you were looking for love, love, love in vain
You could ride many horses
You could see many faces
You could run on a lake
You could say it’s no fake
But you were waiting from your window pane
‘cause you were looking for love, love, love in vain
‘cause you were looking for love, love, love in vain
‘cause you were looking for love, love, love in vain
‘cause you were looking for love, love, love in vain
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On tops of mountains
03:08
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On tops of mountains
Hmmmmmmmm Hmmmmmm
Is the sound we could hear with the sky behind us
We were so fine when we used to climb tops of mountains
We would walk again, we would enjoy again,
We would feel the wind,
Spending some time listening to this:
Hmmmmmmmm Hmmmmmm
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Des fleurs sauvages
02:40
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Des fleurs sauvages
Des fleurs sauvages
Le long du rivage
En balade sur le chemin, vers le jardin impressionniste
Sur le chemin tout vert
La voie n’est vraiment pas si longue
Si on passe à travers le champ de fleurs sauvages
En balade sur le chemin vert,
C’est bien dommage de rebrousser chemin
De faire son demi-tour, de retourner sa jaquette
Des fleurs sauvages
Le long du rivage
En balade sur le chemin, sur la voie des écologistes
Sur le chemin tout vert
La voie n’est vraiment pas si longue
Si on passe à travers le champ de fleurs sauvages
En balade sur le chemin vert,
C’est bien dommage de rebrousser chemin
De faire son demi-tour, de retourner sa jaquette
Des fleurs sauvages
Le long du rivage
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Monkeyman
02:35
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Monkeyman
On the walls of his cave
He used to draw things he loved to share
With his friends and stone-martens
He used to strike stones to make his fire
But he was seen on the hill where pigs and farmer cried
A man saw the monkeyman wearing a gun on his back
So villagers decided to give chase to him
But he had a guitar instead
He just wanted to sing his new song
A pacific atmosphere
They raised lighters and made a fire for him
He began his song of the monkeyman
They all came, clapping hands till the next morning
Clap your hands if you hear this one
The song of the monkeyman
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Lolly Pop
03:17
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Lolly Pop
Lolly Pop had a dream
She was flying and jumping
Between blue clouds
Lolly had a dream
She was flying on a bi-plane and falling into a deep sea
Lolly Pop had a dream
She was flying and jumping
From cloud to cloud
Lolly had a dream
She was flying on a bi-plane and falling into a deep sea
Lolly Pop had a dream
She was flying and jumping
Between blue clouds
Lolly had a dream
She was flying on a bi-plane and falling into a deep sea
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Old blue glasses
01:10
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Old blue glasses
You’ve seen those colors
Turning one after the other
You saw this dark one
Turning into green
This orange leaf turning into pink
But the turning only came from your old blue glasses
The turning only came from your old blue glasses
You’ve seen those colors
Turning one after the other
You saw this dark one
Turning into green
This orange leaf turning into pink
But the turning only came from your deep orange eyes
The turning only came from your deep orange eyes
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Looking for a dream
02:50
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Looking for a dream
Wendy jumping from your bed
Looking forward running downstairs
Wendy jumping from your bed
Looking forward running downstairs
You wanted to go for a dream
You were looking for the key to dream
You wanted to go for a dream
You were looking for the key to dream
And you saw Wendy deriving from the blue desert island
She was flying low between the trees of this old public garden
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Listening to Syd
01:45
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Listening to Syd
See Syd play
The man’s 12-cords laughs
Listening to Syd, crossroads are turning-points
And I wonder how the wonder came
He was shooting straight in the bull’s eye
At the age when children play marbles or smoke their first cigarettes
In 1965, he was so, so high, he was the right man in London town
Talking to his rainbow, trippin’ with his guitars
He was talking to gnomes found in fields
Talking to his chords, and talking to the wind
He was talking to beams falling from his sky
He faded too early and never came back
But he was seen on the other side of the moon
He faded too early and never came back
But he was seen on the dark side of the moon
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June 1967
03:01
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June 1967
Have you ever listened to the wind of American fields from June 1967?
Have you ever felt on your skin the wind of American fields from June 1967?
Some didn’t want to get there and play
But flowers crossed the Atlantic
Genius guys missed that day to open every field
It was June 1967
Have you ever listened to the wind of American fields from June 1967?
Have you ever felt on your skin the wind of American fields from June 1967?
Beatles didn’t want to get there and play
Teenagers were all looking like them
Animals, and fishes too, played eternal magic tricks
It was June 1967
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11. |
ça tourne
00:57
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La ronde
02:41
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La ronde
Les villageois s’amusent avec un nouveau jeu
Ils se passent à la main un soleil de feu
Les joueurs aux mains de bambou pourraient bien s’y brûler
C’est le jeu du soleil de feu musical
Les silhouettes de bois fument sur la halle
Les chasseurs en carton sont tous invités à la ronde
Ils s’envolent au milieu des ronds de fumée blonde, blonde, blonde
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People's best friends
02:38
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People’s best friends
Some birds talk about their best friend
It’s something I can hardly explain
Some guys focus on their best friends
It means, well, no place for others
Some birds talk about their best friends
It’s something I can hardly explain
Because we’ll share our worlds
If we shake hands twice
And if I feel your good intention
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14. |
Pourquoi attendre?
01:30
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The night of the dragonfly
We went back home from the sea-side
We were going home by bikes
We had no light and a little dragonfly came and sat on your luggage-rack
She was telling us the sunset, end of day, that Friday
The wind brought us the sound of waves
And the sound of the dragonfly
The stars were shining in the dark sky
You really got Texas wearing those stars on your boots
But we were OK to swing, hanging from the moon that Friday night
And the dragonfly flew away and seemed to swing, clung to the moon
The wind brought us the sound of waves
And the sound of the dragonfly
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Avoid mud (don’t become a mudman)
Sandyman is walking under lights of rising sun
He’s just between the river and the cliff to climb
He’s keen on feeling danger and climbing too
Go higher and higher beyond the rocky trap
You’d better go higher and higher to the top of the cliff
Go higher and higher beyond the rocky trap
You’d better go higher and higher to the top of the cliff
But Sandyman would rather swim under the water fall
He’d like to dive into water but don’t wanna become a mudman
Go higher and higher beyond the rocky trap
You’d better go higher and higher to the top of the cliff
Go higher and higher beyond the rocky trap
You’d better go higher and higher to the top of the cliff
But Sandyman is too hot under that blue line
So he’s calling on us, for help to go
Go higher and higher beyond the rocky trap
You’d better go higher and higher to the top of the cliff
Go higher and higher beyond the rocky trap
You’d better go higher and higher to the top of the cliff
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17. |
Sandyman
03:56
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Sandyman
The creaking of the door is such a bore
You’re bent under your sink
You’re creeping on the floor
And you wonder what will happen next
Now you’re saying “why I’m crawling?
Where are my blue running shoes?”
You don’t know where you’re walking to
You don’t know where you’re running to
Open the door not to change your mind
Open the door not to lose your mind
Your laces are rotten
But tonight you’ve got so much to learn
You’re walking anywhere
You’re lost in your own village
You’re saying “what I’m doing now?
Did I switch on the light tonight?”
You don’t know where you’re walking to
You don’t know where you’re running to
Open the door not to change your mind
Open the door not to lose your mind
The wind is pushing you anywhere
You, Sandyman!
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