Titre: Folk Posté par: Izazen le 13 Mars 2009 à 09:19:33 Bob Dylan & Joan Baez - Blowing in the wind f01UehWq3v8 Blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many years can a mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head, And Pretend that he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. YES, 'N' how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. Soufflé Dans Le Vent Combien de routes un homme doit-il parcourir Avant que vous ne l'appeliez un homme ? Oui, et combien de mers la colombe doit-elle traverser Avant de s'endormir sur le sable ? Oui, et combien de fois doivent tonner les canons Avant d'être interdits pour toujours ? La réponse, mon ami, est soufflée dans le vent, La réponse est soufflée dans le vent. Combien d'années une montagne peut-elle exister Avant d'être engloutie par la mer ? Oui, et combien d'années doivent exister certains peuples Avant qu'il leur soit permis d'être libres ? Oui, et combien de fois un homme peut-il tourner la tête En prétendant qu'il ne voit rien ? La réponse, mon ami, est soufflée dans le vent, La réponse est soufflée dans le vent. Combien de fois un homme doit-il regarder en l'air Avant de voir le ciel ? Oui, et combien d'oreilles doit avoir un seul homme Avant de pouvoir entendre pleurer les gens ? Oui, et combien faut-il de morts pour qu'il comprenne Que beaucoup trop de gens sont morts ? La réponse, mon ami, est soufflée dans le vent, La réponse est soufflée dans le vent. Titre: Re : Folk Posté par: Izazen le 13 Mars 2009 à 09:34:06 Joan Baez - Farewell Angelina (Live 1966) tmWRnbxACH0 Farewell Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle tingles And the trumpet play slow Farewell Angelina The sky is on fire And I must go. There's no need for anger There's no need for blame There's nothing to prove Ev'rything's still the same Just a table standing empty By the edge of the sea Farewell Angelina The sky is trembling And I must leave. The jacks and queens Have forsaked the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies Now file past the guards In the space where the deuce And the ace once ran wild Farewell Angelina The sky is folding I'll see you in a while. See the cross-eyed pirates sitting Perched in the sun Shooting tin cans With a sawed-off shotgun And the neighbors they clap And they cheer with each blast Farewell Angelina The sky's changing color And I must leave fast. King Kong, little elves On the rooftoops they dance Valentino-type tangos While the make-up man's hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarrass anyone Farewell Angelina The sky is embarrassed And I must be gone. The machine guns are roaring The puppets heave rocks The fiends nail time bombs To the hands of the clocks Call me any name you like I will never deny it Farewell Angelina The sky is erupting I must go where it's quiet. Titre: Re : Folk Posté par: Izazen le 13 Mars 2009 à 09:41:25 Joan Baez - Oh, Freedom (Live 1966) EcNN5SEb-Kg Oh-o freedom. Oh-o freedom Oh freedom over me, (Over me.) And before I be a slave I'll be buried in my grave. And go home to my Lord and be free. (and be free.) No segregation No segregation No more segregation Over me (Over me) And before I be a slave I'll be buried in my grave. And go home to my Lord and be free. (and be free.) No more weepin No more weepin No more weepin Over me (Over me) And before I be a slave I'll be buried in my grave. And go home to my Lord and be free. (and be free.) No more tommin * No more tommin No more tommin Out of me (Out of me) And before I be a slave I'll be buried in my grave. And go home to my Lord and be free. (and be free.) Oh-o freedom. Oh-o freedom Oh freedom over me, (Over me.) And before I be a slave I'll be buried in my grave. And go home to my Lord and be free. (and be free.) Titre: Re : Folk Posté par: Izazen le 13 Mars 2009 à 09:51:51 Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust (Live, 1975) GGMHSbcd_qI I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed Now I see you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid Titre: Re : Folk Posté par: Jeannine le 13 Mars 2009 à 20:56:58 Qu'est-ce que ça fait du bien d'écouter Joan Baez! merciiiiiii! 8)
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