|♪| Track 11 (Live @ Paramount Theater, Seattle, October 10th 1991)

Nirvana
Jesus Don't Want Me For A Sunbeam
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Jesus Don't Want Me For A Sunbeam is a cover of a song by the Vaselines.
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Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam.
'Cause sunbeams are not made like me.
Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die.
Don't ever ask your love of me.

Don't expect me to cry.
Don't expect me to lie.
Don't expect me to die for thee.

Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam.
'Cause sunbeams are not made like me.
Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die.
Don't ever ask your love of me.

Don't expect me to cry.
Don't expect me to lie.
Don't expect me to die for thee.

Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam.
'Cause sunbeams are not made like me.
Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die.
Don't ever ask your love of me.

Don't expect me to cry.
Don't expect me to lie.
Don't expect me to die.
Don't expect me to cry.
Don't expect me to lie.
Don't expect me to die for thee.

© The Vaselines / Nirvana
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# Posté le jeudi 24 avril 2008 11:50

|♪| Track 10

I really don't know if I love him or not.
In fact, it doesn't matter. All that matters is his fuckin music.
He fucked everything for the 18th april. I should hate him. Sometimes I do.
He defies us all.
Hun. And the bastard spoke of a new freedom gig. fuck. maybe he's joking. hope not
Wish I was there.
You can say anything about him.
But don't you dare say anything about his music.
Because when he does wonderful stuff like that, you feel as if the wind had been knocked out of you.

So,
just listen.
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Pete Doherty
Beg, steal & borrow
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Why should I wait until tomorrow?
I've already been
I've already seen
All the sorrow that's in store

But if I beg steal or borrow
Just to hold on tighter
To all the sorrow
Tries to chaw
If I change my tune
Maybe well I won't be bound to doom
Well I won't be bound to doom
And I won't be bound to

'cause if I beg steal or borrow
Just to hold on tighter
To all the sorrow
Tries to chaw
But if I change my tune
Maybe well I won't be bound to

A world where rats turns in to stars
What a life on mars!
I can wait until tomorrow
I've already been
And I've already seen
All the sorrow that's in store

They'll tell you anything
Almost anything
Just to get you in the car
Shouldn't tell them anything
Well it's you, you told them everything a-ha
You take them far too far
What a life on mars

What a life on mars
© Pete Doherty - 2007
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# Posté le mercredi 23 avril 2008 16:37

|♪| Track 9 (live @ Newport, 1965)

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Love Minus Zero / No Limit
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My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.

The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.

© Bob Dylan
1965 Bringin' It All Back Home
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# Posté le mercredi 23 avril 2008 15:55

|♪| Track 8


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Adam Green
Emily
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I just don't care about the evening news
I never listen to the crackhouse blues
They say the city is the place to be
I wanna dance with Emily

Everybody come around the window shop
I guess they never seen the moves I got
I wanna be with what the people see
I wanna dance with Emily

Emily, sweet baby, won't you be my wife
Cutting me wide open with a kitchen knife
Everybody said that she is underage
Honky tried to shoot me with a 7 gauge

Now I got the cookies that your momma sent
I got permission from the government
Someone should mention to the minister
Now I gotta dance with Jennifer

Jenny's got a mousehole full of pigeon scum
On top a mountain made of bubble gum
Don't understand what all the grief is for
Now I gotta dance with Eleanor

Eleanor, I wonder if we grew too slow
Straight down the hatch beneath the streetlight's glow
Baby when I get you on that persian rug
That's the kind of movie that I'm dreaming of

I'll tell you something that you'd think I know
I got two tickets to the sold out show
Some of the fellas like to think I'm Greek
I wanna love you maybe three days a week

I just don't care about the evening news
I never listen to the crackhouse blues
I wanna be with what the people see
I wanna dance with Emily
I wanna dance with Emily
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# Posté le mercredi 23 avril 2008 15:28

Modifié le jeudi 01 mai 2008 06:27

|♪| Track 7 (live @ Austin, Texas)

OUI, j'ai rien à faire dans ma vie et
OUI, j'en suis fière et
OUI, je suis (encore) malade et
OUI, je vous ai saoulés, tous, avec cette chanson et
OUI, ils l'ont jouée à Lyon et
OUI, Mick avait une veste vert fluo et
OUI, lui il a pas l'air con avec et surtout
OUI, j'aime cette chanson.
(haha même pas peur de l'avouer ^^)
C'est tout ce que j'avais à dire.
Ah non: la version plus kitch [80's pawar nan en fait x) ] et donc forcément plus drôle est ici.
Voilà, maintenant c'est fini.

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The Rolling Stones
She's So Cold
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(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her
I'm so hot for her and she's so cold
I'm so hot for her, I'm on fire for her
I'm so hot for her and she's so cold

I'm the burning bush, I'm the burning fire
I'm the bleeding volcano
I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her
I'm so hot for her and she's so cold

Yeah, I tried re-wiring her, tried re-firing her
I think her engine is permanently stalled
She's so cold she's so cold
She's so cold cold cold
Like a tombstone
She's so cold, she's so cold
she's so cold cold cold like an ice cream cone
She's so cold she's so cold
I dare not touch her my hand just froze

Yeah, I'm so hot for hot for her, I'm so hot for her
I'm so hot for her and even so
Put your hand on the heat, put your hand on the heat
Aw C'mon baby, let's go

She's so cold, she's so cold, cold, she's so c-c-c-old
But she's beautiful, though

Yeah, she's so cold

She's so cold, she's so cold
She was born in an arctic zone
She's so cold she's so cold, cold, cold
I dare not touch her my hand just froze

She's so cold, she's so goddamn cold she's so
Cold cold cold she's so cold

Who would believe you were a beauty indeed
When the days get shorter and the nights get long
Lie awake when the rain comes
Nobody will know, when you're old
When you're old, nobody will know
that you was a beauty, a sweet sweet beauty
A sweet sweet beauty, but stone stone cold

You're so cold, you're so cold, cold, cold
You're so cold, you're so cold

I'm so hot for you, i'm so hot for you
I'm so hot for you and you're so cold

I'm the burning bush, I'm the burning fire
I'm the bleeding volcano

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© Emotional Rescue - 1980
(Released on the album Emotional Rescue on June 22, 1980; also released as a single on September 19, 1980.)
Recorded in January & February of 1978.
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# Posté le mardi 18 mars 2008 09:55

Modifié le mardi 18 mars 2008 10:08