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# Posté le vendredi 25 mai 2007 10:27
Modifié le dimanche 10 août 2008 06:33
jemes blunt
James Blunt
James Blunt's family have served in one kind of army or another since 995A.D. A long line of warriors. Savages really. Not a musical bone in any one of their bodies. The only music he heard growing up was “Happy Birthday” and “Silent Night”. His father considered all music, even classical, to be unnecessary noise. Although James was not one to rock the family boat, he didn't really think he was going to join the army – it sort of crept up on him. Plus his family didn't have a boat. Aged fourteen he just held the teenage conviction that he would have an interesting life – maybe that's why he picked the guitar? Then again, maybe if he hadn't, he would have tripped over it. He went to University and studied Aerospace Manufacturing Engineering and Sociology, spending most lectures asleep on the floor at the back. In much the same way, he ended up in the army. In essence, one day he was sleeping off a hangover at the back of a sociology lecture hall and the next thing he knew he was in Kosovo with a gun and a guitar strapped to the side of a tank, wondering who he could possibly sleep with to get out of this war. To break up the super attenuated monotony, James would sometimes stroll through Serb villages wearing an East German cap singing, “All we are saying is give peace a chance”. “We were peace-keepers at that point,” he explained, shrugging helplessly.
So how did the music get into him, you might ask? Well if you were sent to boarding school aged seven, studied Engineering by mistake (“I thought we were going to fly planes, but we just pulled metals apart – the brochure was very misleading.”), joined the army by default, guarded The Queen, buried The Queen Mother and pranced around London like a tit for Japanese tourists to photograph, what you're going to want to do very much after that, besides getting stoned and laid, is put your gun down, pick up a guitar and make an album in America with Linda Perry. So James came to Los Angeles in September 2003 to record with Tom Rothrock et al. At night he'd go to bars, bringing with him his valuable British accent (in the U.K., too posh for some people – in LA, the best thing she'd heard all night) and the fact that like 50 Cent he'd been shot at numerous times, but unlike the Cent, had dodged the bullets. One song, “Goodbye My Lover”, was recorded in his landladies' bathroom (“She was a frequenter of mental hospitals and in general, a freak – but pleasant”) where, naturally, she kept a piano.
From birth in a military hospital in Tidworth, to Harrow School, to Aerospace Manufacturing Engineering, to the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, to The Household Cavalry, to Kosovo, to Buckingham Palace, to a recording studio in Los Angeles. How did James get from there to here? Only James Blunt's hairdresser knows for certain, and either he isn't talking or James cuts his own hair, and it's up to you to join the dots – there are ten of them on the album.
Written by The Landlady
James Blunt's family have served in one kind of army or another since 995A.D. A long line of warriors. Savages really. Not a musical bone in any one of their bodies. The only music he heard growing up was “Happy Birthday” and “Silent Night”. His father considered all music, even classical, to be unnecessary noise. Although James was not one to rock the family boat, he didn't really think he was going to join the army – it sort of crept up on him. Plus his family didn't have a boat. Aged fourteen he just held the teenage conviction that he would have an interesting life – maybe that's why he picked the guitar? Then again, maybe if he hadn't, he would have tripped over it. He went to University and studied Aerospace Manufacturing Engineering and Sociology, spending most lectures asleep on the floor at the back. In much the same way, he ended up in the army. In essence, one day he was sleeping off a hangover at the back of a sociology lecture hall and the next thing he knew he was in Kosovo with a gun and a guitar strapped to the side of a tank, wondering who he could possibly sleep with to get out of this war. To break up the super attenuated monotony, James would sometimes stroll through Serb villages wearing an East German cap singing, “All we are saying is give peace a chance”. “We were peace-keepers at that point,” he explained, shrugging helplessly.
So how did the music get into him, you might ask? Well if you were sent to boarding school aged seven, studied Engineering by mistake (“I thought we were going to fly planes, but we just pulled metals apart – the brochure was very misleading.”), joined the army by default, guarded The Queen, buried The Queen Mother and pranced around London like a tit for Japanese tourists to photograph, what you're going to want to do very much after that, besides getting stoned and laid, is put your gun down, pick up a guitar and make an album in America with Linda Perry. So James came to Los Angeles in September 2003 to record with Tom Rothrock et al. At night he'd go to bars, bringing with him his valuable British accent (in the U.K., too posh for some people – in LA, the best thing she'd heard all night) and the fact that like 50 Cent he'd been shot at numerous times, but unlike the Cent, had dodged the bullets. One song, “Goodbye My Lover”, was recorded in his landladies' bathroom (“She was a frequenter of mental hospitals and in general, a freak – but pleasant”) where, naturally, she kept a piano.
From birth in a military hospital in Tidworth, to Harrow School, to Aerospace Manufacturing Engineering, to the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, to The Household Cavalry, to Kosovo, to Buckingham Palace, to a recording studio in Los Angeles. How did James get from there to here? Only James Blunt's hairdresser knows for certain, and either he isn't talking or James cuts his own hair, and it's up to you to join the dots – there are ten of them on the album.
Written by The Landlady
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# Posté le samedi 02 juin 2007 06:33
jemes blunt :- You're beautiful
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
F**king high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
F**king high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
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# Posté le mardi 05 juin 2007 10:06
c'est moi
c'est moi yassine
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# Posté le lundi 11 juin 2007 15:54
Modifié le dimanche 10 août 2008 06:32
la
Toi et pas un autre que je veux mais toi
Même si les autres tournent autour de moi
Sans l'expliquer je n'ai d'yeux que pour toi
Regarde-moi au moins une fois
Et tu verras sûrement ce que je vois
Même si les autres tournent autour de moi
J'ai beau lutter je n'ai d'yeux que pour toi
Regarde-moi encore une fois
Je t'ai rêvé et cherché, imaginé jours et nuits
Sans jamais trop m'approcher, jamais je n'aurais cru voir en lui
Celui que je cherchais tout près, dans mes rêves les plus abstraits
M'a rejoint sans préavis, et désormais ma vie c'est,
Pénétrer son monde et sa vie, pour qu'il me vois je suis prête à donner
Tout ce que j'ai, ce que j'ai acquis
Pour qu'il revienne enfin comme si j'étais
Celle qui manquait à sa vie
Sans qui le goût des choses me lui viendrait
Pour qu'il me reste je ferais tout, tout car c'est toi
Puis j'ai tenté de l'approcher, de le séduire, sans y laisser ma vie
Qu'il me voie sans trop m'exposer
Qu'il rêve de moi comme moi la nuit
Puis voilà l'homme que je cherchais
Qui me regarde puis disparaît
Sans savoir saisir mon cri, reprend sa route et m'oublie
Comment lui dire qu'il me plait ?
Sans lui faire peur je ne veux pas qu'il s'enfuie
Pourquoi les autres m'effraient
Sans raison claire 'est lui que j'ai choisi
Je veux qu'il sache que je fais
Tout ça pour qu'il entre enfin dans ma vie
Et même si ça lui déplait, il s'y fera car moi c'es
Entonces, hay tantas osas que quiero decirte
Pero cada vez no me miras
Yo no entiendo por qué no me ves
Asi voy a pidertelo, solmanente una vez
Cuando vengo, mira me
Même si les autres tournent autour de moi
Sans l'expliquer je n'ai d'yeux que pour toi
Regarde-moi au moins une fois
Et tu verras sûrement ce que je vois
Même si les autres tournent autour de moi
J'ai beau lutter je n'ai d'yeux que pour toi
Regarde-moi encore une fois
Je t'ai rêvé et cherché, imaginé jours et nuits
Sans jamais trop m'approcher, jamais je n'aurais cru voir en lui
Celui que je cherchais tout près, dans mes rêves les plus abstraits
M'a rejoint sans préavis, et désormais ma vie c'est,
Pénétrer son monde et sa vie, pour qu'il me vois je suis prête à donner
Tout ce que j'ai, ce que j'ai acquis
Pour qu'il revienne enfin comme si j'étais
Celle qui manquait à sa vie
Sans qui le goût des choses me lui viendrait
Pour qu'il me reste je ferais tout, tout car c'est toi
Puis j'ai tenté de l'approcher, de le séduire, sans y laisser ma vie
Qu'il me voie sans trop m'exposer
Qu'il rêve de moi comme moi la nuit
Puis voilà l'homme que je cherchais
Qui me regarde puis disparaît
Sans savoir saisir mon cri, reprend sa route et m'oublie
Comment lui dire qu'il me plait ?
Sans lui faire peur je ne veux pas qu'il s'enfuie
Pourquoi les autres m'effraient
Sans raison claire 'est lui que j'ai choisi
Je veux qu'il sache que je fais
Tout ça pour qu'il entre enfin dans ma vie
Et même si ça lui déplait, il s'y fera car moi c'es
Entonces, hay tantas osas que quiero decirte
Pero cada vez no me miras
Yo no entiendo por qué no me ves
Asi voy a pidertelo, solmanente una vez
Cuando vengo, mira me
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# Posté le mercredi 13 juin 2007 12:38
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