Dancing Queen

Dsmov Please

https://www.tentonflood.com/time-flies

Should I leave you winter?
The wolf moon rise
Toss away December 
For the sunshine 
Broken hearts splinter 
As the time flies

As time flies
As time flies
You’re on my mind
As time flies

Old Heavy’s in the middle 
Got a lot to say
Talked about all the songs
Songs about the rain
And a force of nature 
I’ll try to explain 

Try to explain
Try to explain 
As we play our games
Try to explain 

Little birds are on the fence 
They’re singing to me 
Threw our roses on the floor
Yes we did indeed 
Think I need a vacation 
Feel the summer breeze 

The summer breeze 
The summer breeze
Winter leave me be
Feel the summer breeze
Winter leave me be
Feel the summer breeze

Time Flies

She is feminine treat her like a lady
Quietly serene treat her like a lady

When you’re with your friends you always leave her all alone
Never care about her do you have a heart of stone
Then you come around, laughing like a clown
Act like nothing’s wrong, oh listen to this song

She is feminine treat her like a lady
Quietly serene treat her like a lady

She is always waiting for you when you make a date
Never do you hurry and so often you are late
Then you turn on up, say you had bad luck
Hope you had your fun, the damage has been done

She is feminine treat her like a lady
Quietly serene treat her like a lady

Let me leave you now with just one simple single thought
It deals with love and respect it’s something she has sought
You think you’re cool, but you are the fool
Oh look to yourself, ‘cause now she leaves you on the shelf

She is feminine treat her like a lady
Quietly serene treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady

Treat Her Like A Lady

Treat Her LIke a Lady

the Wizards return (Demo)

Feel so high Original mix

a song i ever wanted to play. From 1991 Grant W. Mc Lennan
one of my all time favs. Now on a friday i try to start the weekend with this song

Lyrics (by Grant W. McLennan)
Well, I've been out driving around 3 a.m
The frost on my windshield ... don't see a thing
I know we've been fighting, I don't find that exciting
I'm telling you that now

How do you tell someone that it's over?
How do you soften that cruel blow?
I know it's given, you'll never be forgiven
Just get that straight

I know you've been seeing your boyfried the actor
Sometimes I want to run over him with a great big tractor
But I know with the price of fuel I'd sure look like a fool ...
And I already have a middle name

How do you tell someone that it's over?
How do you soften that cruel blow?
I know it's given, you'll never be forgiven
Just get that straight

The moon and the stars don't mean nothing
A fist and a hammer are weak
I know with you near that's all I need
I'm telling you that from my heart

How do you tell someone that it's over?
How do you soften that cruel blow?
I know it's given, you'll never be forgiven
Just get that straight

How do you wake up to a new morning
When your head feels like an air-raid warning?
I know it's given, you'll never be forgiven
Just get that straight

Oli Boli - Just Get That Straigt

Just Get That Straight

Started as an intro, this song never made the cut. What a drag!

Website

Just Breathe

Girl with golden hair, are you thinking of me?

Golden Hair

(English translation above)

CUEILLE LA NUIT

Qu'il est bon, tard le soir, avant de s'endormir
De laisser sa pensée vagabonder, s'enfuir,
Nous prendre sur ses ailes et, sans avis contraire,
Portée par un soupir, nous renvoyer en l'air :
Bien calé, bien au chaud de notre dormeveille,
Le temps suspend le viol de notre vie privée.
S'il est vrai que, souvent, la nuit porte conseil,
C'est peut-être, en partie, grâce à cette envolée.
		Dans le ciel étoilé de nos paupières closes,
La vie s'ouvre en pétales inondant notre esprit
De mille folles envies que d'habitude on n'ose
Divulguer au grand jour, tant on en est épris.

Tout est vraiment possible, on est seul maître à bord.
Pour cette traversée, l’équipage est en bas. 
Et la réalité du jour n'est plus alors
Qu'un lointain souvenir dans notre célibat.
Là, l’étoile filante d'un mot traversant
Une idée s’évapore en laissant derrière elle
La bienfaisante clé du problème en suspens
À nos yeux décillés par la clarté nouvelle.
On butine une idée, pivote sur un mot
Qui nous fait rebondir sur une idée voisine
Ou lointaine, attirée par le son crescendo
D'un scrupule infamant qu'un fantasme assassine.

On s’étonne à sourire, on est plein de brio.
On a au bout des doigts du monde la puissance,
Du moins le pense-t-on, jusqu’à l'ultime mot
Emportant avec lui notre ultime conscience.
Tous les temps se marient dans ce présent de trêve.
Le corps n'y est plus rien, et l'esprit, terrassé,
Réclame en paradis la liberté du rêve
Dans une chaude nuit que le jour a chassé.
C'est une drogue douce où l'on revient toujours,
La revanche assurée de pouvoir toujours vivre 
Une seconde vie, en fait, un contre-jour
Aux ennuis les plus lourds, comme un vin qui enivre.

Cueille ta nuit, ami, car avant de faner,
Si tu le veux vraiment, d'elle, tu peux apprendre.
C'est bien plus qu'un conseil, c'est un laissez-passer
Pour l’hygiène mentale, avant que de se rendre.
Car la nuit est l'appel de la grande aventure
Où l'on refait son monde, où l'on règle ses comptes
Sans provisions, sans lendemain, mais qui rassurent ;
Donnant de la mort un avant-goût, un acompte.
Mais, du calice à rêves bu jusqu’à la lie,
Un réveil insomniaque nous tire du lit,
Pour nous dire que la vie ne peut s'embellir
Qu'en bêchant notre terre, où nous irons dormir.

Paroles et musique Myckaël Marcovic, © le 24 09 97

Berceuse pour adultes en réponse à Horace/Ronsard.
La dormeveille est un vieux mot du Moyen-Age désignant le moment entre la veille et l'endormissement où nous croyons pouvoir tenir le monde entre nos mots.

Approximate translation :

PICKING AT NIGHT

How good it is, late at night, before falling asleep
To let his mind wander, run,
Take us on his wings and, without notice,
Carried by a sigh, we return in the air:
Well poised, well warmed up in our sleep,
Time suspends the rape of our privacy.
If it is true that, often, the night carries advice,
It may be, in part, thanks to this flight.
In the starry sky of our closed eyelids,
Life opens in petals flooding our minds
A thousand crazy cravings that we usually don’t dare
We’re so in love with it.

Everything is really possible, we are the only one on board.
For this crossing, the crew is downstairs.
And the reality of the day is no longer
Only a distant memory in our celibacy.
There, the shooting star of a passing word
An idea evaporates leaving behind
The key benefactor of the outstanding problem
In our eyes dimmed by the new clarity.
Take an idea, turn on a word
That makes us bounce back on a neighboring idea
Or distant, attracted by the sound crescendo
Of an infamous scruple that a fantasy kills....

Cueille la nuit

Vocals - Nicola Elias
Lyrics - Nicola Elias
Guitar - Nicola Elias
Bass - Nicola Elias
Piano - Nicola Elias
Music Production - Nicola Elias

Copyright Ⓒ Nicola Elias

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