Wednesday, 12 August 2009

Lume, Lume - Fanfare Ciocarlia

(Hora, Fanfare Ciocarlia, Album Baro Biao, 1999)


(5 temps, beat on 4 + 1)
(D G D# D) Lume Lume soro lume (x2)
(D# Gm) Ca asa e lumea trecatoare
(D Cm) Unul naste si altul moare
(D D# D) Lume soro lume
(D# Gm) Cel ce naste chefueste
(D Cm) Cel ce moare putrezeste
(D D# D) Lume soro lume
(AY Maestre!)

(Cm Gm D Cm)
(D D# D D)

Lume Lume soro lume
Lume Lume soro lume
Caci de mama si de tata
Nu te saturi nici o data
Lume soro lume
Si de frati si de surori
Nu te saturi pina mori
Lume soro lume

Solo (4/4 oumpa)
(D D Cm-D# D) (Acceleration)
(D D Gm Gm)
(D D Cm-D# D) (Acceleration)
(Gm D#(stop) Cm D)
(D D Cm-D# D) (Acceleration)
(D D Gm Gm)
(D D Cm-D# D) (Acceleration)
Then it gets really complicated


http://open.spotify.com/track/2lS1JypnFgDCkgU7EY7h7B
Other Version on Deezer

Google translator:

World World Sister World
How the world passes
One is born another dies
World sister World
Who is born goes partying
He who dies rots
World Sister World

World World Sister World
World World Sister World
Because of Mom and Dad
I tired no date
World Sister World
And brothers and sisters
I tired before you die
World Sister World

Saturday, 1 August 2009

Little Boy - The next time around

Songwriters: Moretti, Fabrizio; Neves, Rodrigo Amarante D



(Bb Cm F F#0)
One too many goals
That measure out your worth
To seek your weight in gold

(Bb Cm F F#0)
Sat by the ivory sill
The further out you look
The further out you'll be

(Cm Bb Gm Eb Bb Eb F)
It's not enough to set the terms
If nothing ventured, nothing earned
Though odds are set against

(Bb Eb F)
(Backing: Oooooh OoooAaaOoooh)
In time, I'll belong to you
It's how it's meant to be

(Bb Cm F F#0)
Settled on your own
Sweeping dust from stones
With a letter home

(Bb Cm F F#0)
Back where the hour's long
The simplest things invite a thrill
If just by noticing at will

(Cm Bb Gm Eb Bb Eb F)
It's not enough to set the terms
If nothing ventured, nothing earned
It's how it's always been

(Eb Bb D Gm)
(Eb Bb Eb Bb Eb F)
E onde a sorte há de te levar
Saiba, o caminho é o fim, mais que chegar
E queira o dia ser gentil
À tua mão aberta pra quem é

(Bb Eb F)
In time, I'll belong to you
That's how it's meant to be
And how it's always been

Friday, 31 July 2009

Boby Lapointe - Andrea c'est toi

(C G7) Andrea c'est toi la plus belle du monde
(G7 C) Veux-tu m'aimer ? Dis ! A m'aimer, consens, va !
(E0 A7 Dm) Ah ! Qu'as tu fait de moi ? Cruelle !
(B7 G) Ecoute-la, ma ritournelle...

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

James Hunter - Strange but True

James Hunter – Strange but True

(G6M) Can't you tell
(C D7) Something in the way I called your name
(G6M D7 x2)
(G6M) Can't you tell
(C D7) After all this time I feel the same
(Em) It's so strange but it's true
(C D7) Can't believe I'm still in love with you
(G6M)

(G6M) Been so long
(C D7) Can't believe the time that's come and gone
(G6M) Been so long
(C D7) I've carried this confession on my own
(Em) It's so strange but it's true
(C D7) Can't believe I'm still in love with you

(C D7) x2 Hmmmm, Hmmm

(G6M) I shed a tear
(C D7) And I can't help but stop to wonder why
(G6M) Did you hear
(C D7) Something in the way I said goodbye
(Em) It's so strange but it's true
(C D7) Can't believe I'm still in love with you
(G6M)
(C D7) x2

(G6M) I shed a tear
(C D7) And I can't help but stop to wonder why
(G6M) Did you hear
(C D7) Something in the way I said goodbye
(Em) It's so strange but it's true
(C D7) Can't believe I'm still in love with you (x3)
(G6M)

Sunday, 12 July 2009

Personal Jesus (Johnny Cash version)

Songwriters: Gore, Martin L



(Em) Your own personal Jesus
(Em) Someone to hear your prayers
(Am G) Someone who cares
(Em) Your own personal jesus
(Em) Someone to hear your prayers
(Am G) Someone whos there
(Em)

(Em) Feeling unknown
(Em) And youre all alone
(G) Flesh and bone
(D) By the telephone
(Am) Lift up the receiver
(Am/C) I'll make you a believer
(Em)

(Em) Take second best
(Em) Put me to the test
(G) Things on your chest
(D) You need to confess
(Am) I will deliver
(Am/C) You know Im a forgiver
(Em)

(F#7 F7M) Reach out and touch faith
(F#7 F7M) Reach out and touch faith

(Em) Your own personal jesus...

(Em) Feeling unknown
(Em) And youre all alone
(G) Flesh and bone
(D) By the telephone
(Am) Lift up the receiver
(Am/C) I'll make you a believer
(Em)
(Am) I will deliver
(Am/C) You know I'm a forgiver
(Em)

(F#7 F7M) Reach out and touch faith (x4)

Monday, 20 April 2009

Joe Dassin - L'été Indien

Paroles: Pierre Delanoë et Claude Lemesle; paroles et musique originales: S. Ward, Pasquale Losito, Vito Pallavicini et Salvatore Cutugno


PARLÉ:
(Dm Dm Gm A7) x2
Tu sais, je n'ai jamais été aussi heureux que ce matin-là. Nous marchions
Sur une plage, un peu comme celle-ci.
(Dm A7 D#0-D7 Gm Eb Dm F0-E7 A) (ad lib)
(Fa-Va-La...)
C'était l'automne, un automne où il
Faisait beau, une saison qui n'existe que dans le Nord de l'Amérique.
Là-bas on l'appelle l'été indien, mais c'était tout simplement le nôtre.
Avec ta robe longue, tu ressemblais à une aquarelle de Marie
Laurencin. Et je me souviens, oui je me souviens très bien de ce que je
T'ai dit ce matin-là, il y a un an, un siècle, une éternité...

On ira où tu voudras, quand tu voudras,
Et l'on s'aimera encore lorsque l'amour sera mort.
Toute la vie sera pareille à ce matin
Aux couleurs de l'été indien.

PARLÉ:
(Dm Dm Gm A7) x2
Aujourd'hui je suis très loin de ce matin d'automne, mais c'est comme si
J'y étais. Je pense à toi,
(Dm A7 D#0-D7 Gm Eb Dm F0-E7 A) (ad lib)
(Fa-Va-La...)où es-tu, que fais-tu, est-ce que j'existe
Encore pour toi... Je regarde cette vague qui n'atteindra jamais la dune.
Tu vois, comme elle, je reviens en arrière, comme elle,
Je me couche sur la sable. Et je me souviens, je me souviens des marées
Hautes, du soleil et du bonheur qui passaient sur la mer il y a une
Éternité, un siècle, il y a un an...

On ira où tu voudras, quand tu voudras,
Et l'on s'aimera encore lorsque l'amour sera mort.
Toute la vie sera pareille à ce matin
Aux couleurs de l'été indien.

On ira où tu voudras, quand tu voudras,
Et l'on s'aimera encore lorsque l'amour sera mort.
Toute la vie sera pareille à ce matin
Aux couleurs de l'été indien.