Chansons, Films, Loisirs, Liens, ...

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio, he moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever
Go Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
and we can sing just like our fathers

Come on Eileen
I swear, well he means, at this moment you mean everything
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess verge on dirty
Ah come on Eileen

These people round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces they're so resigned to what their fate is
But not us, no not us we are far too young and clever
Remember Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
Eileen I'll hum this tune forever

Come on Eileen I swear, well he means
Ah come on let's take off everything
That pretty red dress Eileen, tell him yes
Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen, please

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dimmer
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place, such a lovely place
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain, please bring me my wine
He said, we haven't had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely Place, such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice
And she said we are all just prisoners here, of our own device
And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
Relax said the nightman, we are programed to receive.
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave

Au tour de Ben Affleck ...

Quand Matt Damon se lâche ...

Doing alright, a little driving on a Saturday night
And come what may, gonna dance the day away

Jenny was sweet, show a smile for the people she meets
I'm trouble let's drive, I don't know the way you came alive

News is blue, has its own way to get to you
What can I do, when I remember my time with you

Pick up your feet, got to move to the trick of the beat
There is no lead, just take your place in the driver's seat

Driver's seat, driver's seat,

Doing alright, a little driving on a Saturday night
And come what may, gonna dance the day away

Driver's seat, driver's seat,

Jenny was sweet, there is no lead
Pick up your feet, pick up pick up
Pick up your feet, gonna dance the day away

Driver's seat, driver's seat,
Driver's seat, driver's seat,
Driver's seat