<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060</id><updated>2025-07-04T06:59:49.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-6210960805275139406</id><published>2022-05-05T13:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2022-05-05T13:40:53.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Norman &amp; Suzi Quatro - Stumblin&#39; In</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt11271038/&quot;&gt;Licorice Pizza&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z1PcY59AX2Q?rel=0&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Our love is alive, and so we begin
&lt;br&gt;Foolishly laying our hearts on the table
&lt;br&gt;Stumblin&#39; in
&lt;br&gt;Our love is a flame, burning within
&lt;br&gt;Now and then firelight will catch us
&lt;br&gt;Stumblin&#39; in
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you do
&lt;br&gt;You know these reckless thoughts of mine are following you
&lt;br&gt;I&#39;m falling for you, whatever you do
&lt;br&gt;&#39;Cause baby, you&#39;ve shown me so many things that I never knew
&lt;br&gt;Whatever it takes, baby, I&#39;ll do it for you
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Our love is alive, and so we begin
&lt;br&gt;Foolishly layin&#39; our hearts on the table
&lt;br&gt;Stumblin&#39; in
&lt;br&gt;Our love is a flame, burning within
&lt;br&gt;Now and then firelight will catch us
&lt;br&gt;Stumblin&#39; in
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;You were so young, oh, and I was so free
&lt;br&gt;I may&#39;ve been young, but baby that&#39;s not what I wanted to be
&lt;br&gt;Well, you were the one (oh, why was it me?)
&lt;br&gt;&#39;Cause baby, you&#39;ve shown me so many things that I&#39;ve never seen
&lt;br&gt;Whatever you need, baby, you&#39;ve got it from me
&lt;br&gt;Our love is alive, and so we begin
&lt;br&gt;Foolishly laying our hearts on the table
&lt;br&gt;Stumblin&#39; in
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Our love is a flame, burning within
&lt;br&gt;Now and then firelight will catch us
&lt;br&gt;Stumblin&#39; in
&lt;br&gt;Stumblin&#39; in
&lt;br&gt;Stumblin&#39; in
&lt;br&gt;Foolishly laying our hearts on the table
&lt;br&gt;Stumblin&#39; in
&lt;br&gt;Ah, stumblin&#39; in
&lt;br&gt;Mmm, stumblin&#39; in
&lt;br&gt;Now and then firelight will catch us
&lt;br&gt;Stumblin&#39; in
&lt;br&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6210960805275139406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/6210960805275139406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/6210960805275139406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/6210960805275139406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2022/05/chris-norman-suzi-quatro-stumblin-in.html' title='Chris Norman &amp; Suzi Quatro - Stumblin&#39; In'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/Z1PcY59AX2Q/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-2769331954789995491</id><published>2021-10-15T11:10:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2025-07-03T16:33:04.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claude Barzotti - Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt12105554/&quot;&gt;Le discours&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;Sous un pli bleu je t&#39;envoyais
&lt;br&gt;La Tendresse de Bernard Dimey
&lt;br&gt;Tu trouvais que c&#39;était joli
&lt;br&gt;Tu n&#39;y as jamais rien compris
&lt;br&gt;Je t&#39;envoyais des chansons de Brel
&lt;br&gt;Celles qui frappent où le cœur se fêle
&lt;br&gt;Je pensais qu&#39;elles pourraient, peut-être
&lt;br&gt;Faire pousser un arbre au désert
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Je t&#39;envoyais des fleurs séchées
&lt;br&gt;De la lavande et des pensées
&lt;br&gt;Il n&#39;y a pas d&#39;amour heureux
&lt;br&gt;Disait Aragon amoureux
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;écrivais tout et sans pudeur
&lt;br&gt;Je me déshabillais le cœur
&lt;br&gt;Je t&#39;écris une dernière fois
&lt;br&gt;C&#39;est ma dernière chanson pour toi
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, je n&#39;en ai plus besoin
&lt;br&gt;Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, maintenant tout va bien
&lt;br&gt;Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, le calme est revenu
&lt;br&gt;La tempête a cessé, j&#39;ai fini de t&#39;aimer
&lt;br&gt;Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, je n&#39;en ai plus besoin
&lt;br&gt;Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, maintenant tout va bien
&lt;br&gt;Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, le calme est revenu
&lt;br&gt;La tempête a cessé, j&#39;ai fini de t&#39;aimer
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Je te recopiais des poèmes
&lt;br&gt;Piqués à ce vieux fou d&#39;Hugo
&lt;br&gt;Lui qui savait dire je t&#39;aime
&lt;br&gt;Sans jamais avoir l&#39;air idiot
&lt;br&gt;Je me servais d&#39;Apollinaire
&lt;br&gt;Et de Rimbaud, et de Verlaine
&lt;br&gt;Ce rêve étrange et pénétrant
&lt;br&gt;Moi aussi, je l&#39;ai fait souvent
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, je n&#39;en ai plus besoin
&lt;br&gt;Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, maintenant tout va bien
&lt;br&gt;Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, le calme est revenu
&lt;br&gt;La tempête a cessé, j&#39;ai fini de t&#39;aimer
&lt;br&gt;Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, je n&#39;en ai plus besoin
&lt;br&gt;Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, maintenant tout va bien
&lt;br&gt;Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, le calme est revenu
&lt;br&gt;La tempête a cessé, j&#39;ai fini de t&#39;aimer
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Oh, je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, je n&#39;en ai plus besoin
&lt;br&gt;Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, maintenant tout va bien
&lt;br&gt;Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus, le calme est revenu
&lt;br&gt;La tempête a cessé, j&#39;ai fini de t&#39;aimer
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2769331954789995491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/2769331954789995491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/2769331954789995491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/2769331954789995491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2021/10/claude-barzotti-je-ne-tecrirai-plus.html' title='Claude Barzotti - Je ne t&#39;écrirai plus'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/M-KU7FCLcHk/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-4444701823327054168</id><published>2021-03-10T09:28:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2021-03-10T09:33:34.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Céline Dion - Parler à mon père</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt7600716/&quot;&gt;ADN&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/_LTsjwiTN7w&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais oublier le temps
&lt;br&gt;Pour un soupir, pour un instant
&lt;br&gt;Une parenthèse après la course
&lt;br&gt;Et partir où mon cœur me pousse
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais retrouver mes traces
&lt;br&gt;Où est ma vie, où est ma place
&lt;br&gt;Et garder l&#39;or de mon passé
&lt;br&gt;Au chaud dans mon jardin secret
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais passer l&#39;océan
&lt;br&gt;Croiser le vol d&#39;un goéland
&lt;br&gt;Penser à tout ce que j&#39;ai vu
&lt;br&gt;Ou bien aller vers l&#39;inconnu
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais décrocher la lune
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais même sauver la terre
&lt;br&gt;Mais avant tout
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais parler à mon père
&lt;br&gt;Parler à mon père
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais choisir un bateau
&lt;br&gt;Pas le plus grand ni le plus beau
&lt;br&gt;Je le remplirais des images
&lt;br&gt;Et des parfums de mes voyages
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais freiner pour m&#39;asseoir
&lt;br&gt;Trouver au creux de ma mémoire
&lt;br&gt;Les voix de ceux qui m&#39;ont appris
&lt;br&gt;Qu&#39;il n&#39;y a pas de rêve interdit
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais trouver les couleurs
&lt;br&gt;Du tableau que j&#39;ai dans le cœur
&lt;br&gt;De ce décor aux lignes pures
&lt;br&gt;Où je vous vois, qui me rassure
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais décrocher la lune
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais même sauver la terre
&lt;br&gt;Mais avant tout
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais parler à mon père
&lt;br&gt;Parler à mon père
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais oublier le temps
&lt;br&gt;Pour un soupir, pour un instant
&lt;br&gt;Une parenthèse après la course
&lt;br&gt;Et partir où mon cœur me pousse
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais retrouver mes traces
&lt;br&gt;Où est ma vie, où est ma place
&lt;br&gt;Et garder l&#39;or de mon passé
&lt;br&gt;Au chaud dans mon jardin secret
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais partir avec toi
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais rêver avec toi
&lt;br&gt;Toujours chercher l&#39;inaccessible
&lt;br&gt;Toujours espérer l&#39;impossible
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais décrocher la lune
&lt;br&gt;Et pourquoi pas sauver la terre
&lt;br&gt;Mais avant tout
&lt;br&gt;Je voudrais parler à mon père
&lt;br&gt;Parler à mon père</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4444701823327054168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/4444701823327054168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/4444701823327054168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/4444701823327054168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2021/03/celine-dion-parler-mon-pere.html' title='Céline Dion - Parler à mon père'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/_LTsjwiTN7w/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-5098195267938009065</id><published>2020-12-11T16:59:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2020-12-11T17:03:37.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Souad Massi - Gheir Enta </title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt6892206/&quot;&gt;Napoli velata&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/zKncJI1_S8I&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5098195267938009065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/5098195267938009065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/5098195267938009065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/5098195267938009065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2020/12/souad-massi-gheir-enta.html' title='Souad Massi - Gheir Enta '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/zKncJI1_S8I/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-2703940590172461692</id><published>2020-02-16T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2020-02-19T21:17:42.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalida - Il venait d&#39;avoir 18 ans</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt5039860/&quot;&gt;Dalida&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;
Il venait d&#39;avoir dix-huit ans&lt;br /&gt;
Il était beau comme un enfant&lt;br /&gt;
Fort comme un homme&lt;br /&gt;
C&#39;était l&#39;été évidemment&lt;br /&gt;
Et j&#39;ai compté en le voyant&lt;br /&gt;
Mes nuits d&#39;automne&lt;br /&gt;
J&#39;ai mis de l&#39;ordre à mes cheveux&lt;br /&gt;
Un peu plus de noir sur mes yeux&lt;br /&gt;
Ça l&#39;a fait rire&lt;br /&gt;
Quand il s&#39;est approché de moi&lt;br /&gt;
J&#39;aurais donné n&#39;importe quoi&lt;br /&gt;
Pour le séduire&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Il venait d&#39;avoir dix-huit ans&lt;br /&gt;
C&#39;était le plus bel argument de sa victoire&lt;br /&gt;
Il ne m&#39;a pas parlé d&#39;amour&lt;br /&gt;
Il pensait que les mots d&#39;amour&lt;br /&gt;
Sont dérisoires&lt;br /&gt;
Il m&#39;a dit &quot;j&#39;ai envie de toi&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Il avait vu au cinéma&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Le Blé en Herbe&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Au creux d&#39;un lit improvisé&lt;br /&gt;
J&#39;ai découvert, émerveillée&lt;br /&gt;
Un ciel superbe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Il venait d&#39;avoir dix-huit ans&lt;br /&gt;
Ça le rendait presque insolent de certitude&lt;br /&gt;
Et pendant qu&#39;il se rhabillait&lt;br /&gt;
Déjà vaincue, je retrouvais ma solitude&lt;br /&gt;
J&#39;aurais voulu le retenir&lt;br /&gt;
Pourtant je l&#39;ai laissé partir&lt;br /&gt;
Sans faire un geste&lt;br /&gt;
Il m&#39;a dit &quot;c&#39;était pas si mal&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Avec la candeur infernale de sa jeunesse&lt;br /&gt;
J&#39;ai mis de l&#39;ordre à mes cheveux&lt;br /&gt;
Un peu plus de noir sur mes yeux&lt;br /&gt;
Par habitude&lt;br /&gt;
J&#39;avais oublié simplement&lt;br /&gt;
Que j&#39;avais deux fois dix-huit ans</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2703940590172461692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/2703940590172461692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/2703940590172461692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/2703940590172461692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2020/02/blog-post.html' title='Dalida - Il venait d&#39;avoir 18 ans'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/yU47maTdP78/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-1858938655978930752</id><published>2018-07-30T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2018-07-30T22:35:22.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grupo Elements - Mas alla del horizonte</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt6093428/&quot;&gt;El hombre que cuida&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Hoy me he despertado 
&lt;br&gt;Con mucha tristesa 
&lt;br&gt;Sabiendo que mañana 
&lt;br&gt;Ya te vas de mí 
&lt;br&gt;Te juro mi vida 
&lt;br&gt;Que pensando en lo nuestro 
&lt;br&gt;Me pasé la noche 
&lt;br&gt;Casi sin dormir
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Ya lo sé que tú te vas 
&lt;br&gt;Que quizás no volverás 
&lt;br&gt;Que muy tristes hoy serán 
&lt;br&gt;Mis mañanas si te vas 
&lt;br&gt;Hasta cuando volverás 
&lt;br&gt;A mis brazos no lo se 
&lt;br&gt;Sera una eternidad 
&lt;br&gt;Creo que te voy a perder 
&lt;br&gt;Ya lo se mi amor
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Que te vas, te vas 
&lt;br&gt;Que ha llegado la hora 
&lt;br&gt;De decirnos adiós 
&lt;br&gt;Te deseo buena suerte 
&lt;br&gt;Hasta nunca mi amor 
&lt;br&gt;Adiós amor
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Ya lo se mi amor
&lt;br&gt;Que te vas, te vas 
&lt;br&gt;Que ha llegado la hora 
&lt;br&gt;De decirnos adiós 
&lt;br&gt;Te deseo buena suerte 
&lt;br&gt;Hasta nunca mi amor 
&lt;br&gt;Adiós amor
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&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Words don&#39;t come easy to me
&lt;br&gt;How can I find a way to make you see I love you
&lt;br&gt;Words don&#39;t come easy
&lt;br&gt;Words don&#39;t come easy to me
&lt;br&gt;This is the only way for me to say I love you
&lt;br&gt;Words don&#39;t come easy
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Well, I&#39;m just a music man
&lt;br&gt;Melodies are so far my best friend
&lt;br&gt;But my words are coming out wrong
&lt;br&gt;Girl, I reveal my heart to you and
&lt;br&gt;Hope that you believe it&#39;s true &#39;cause
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Words don&#39;t come easy to me
&lt;br&gt;How can I find a way to make you see I love you
&lt;br&gt;Words don&#39;t come easy
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;This is just a simple song
&lt;br&gt;That I&#39;ve made for you on my own
&lt;br&gt;There&#39;s no hidden meaning you know when I
&lt;br&gt;When I say I love you honey
&lt;br&gt;Please believe I really do &#39;cause
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Words don&#39;t come easy to me
&lt;br&gt;How can I find a way to make you see I love you
&lt;br&gt;Words don&#39;t come easy
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;It isn&#39;t easy words don&#39;t come easy
&lt;br&gt;Words don&#39;t come easy to me
&lt;br&gt;How can I find a way to make you see I love you
&lt;br&gt;Words don&#39;t come easy
&lt;br&gt;Don&#39;t come easy to me
&lt;br&gt;This is the only way for me to say I love you
&lt;br&gt;Words don&#39;t come easy
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/rMltoD1jCGI?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Bella, (Bella), Bella, Ohhh
&lt;br&gt;Bella, (Bella), Ohhh
&lt;br&gt;Bella, (Bella), Ohhh
&lt;br&gt;Bella, (Bella), Ohhh
&lt;br&gt;Bella...
&lt;br&gt;Elle répondait au nom de Bella
&lt;br&gt;Les gens du coin ne voulaient pas la cher-lâ
&lt;br&gt;Elle faisait trembler tous les villages
&lt;br&gt;Les gens me disaient: &quot;Méfie-toi de cette fille-la!&quot;
&lt;br&gt;Elle répondait au nom de Bella
&lt;br&gt;Les gens du coin ne voulaient pas la cher-lâ
&lt;br&gt;Elle faisait trembler tous les villages
&lt;br&gt;Les gens me disaient: &quot;Méfie-toi de cette fille-la!&quot;
&lt;br&gt;C&#39;était un phénomène, elle n&#39;était pas humaine
&lt;br&gt;Le genre de femme qui change le plus grand délinquant
&lt;br&gt;En gentleman
&lt;br&gt;Une beauté sans pareille, tout le monde veut s&#39;en emparer
&lt;br&gt;Sans savoir qu&#39;elle les mène en bateau
&lt;br&gt;Hypnotisés, on pouvait tout donner
&lt;br&gt;Elle n&#39;avait qu&#39;à demander, puis aussitôt on démarrait
&lt;br&gt;On cherchait à l&#39;impressionner, à devenir son préféré
&lt;br&gt;Sans savoir qu&#39;elle les mène en bateau
&lt;br&gt;Mais quand je la vois danser, le soir
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;aimerais devenir la chaise sur laquelle elle s&#39;assoit
&lt;br&gt;Pour moins que ça, un moins que rien
&lt;br&gt;Juste une pierre sur son chemin
&lt;br&gt;Elle répondait au nom de Bella
&lt;br&gt;Les gens du coin ne voulaient pas la cher-lâ
&lt;br&gt;Elle faisait trembler tous les villages
&lt;br&gt;Les gens me disaient: &quot;Méfie-toi de cette fille-la!&quot;
&lt;br&gt;Elle répondait au nom de Bella
&lt;br&gt;Les gens du coin ne voulaient pas la cher-lâ
&lt;br&gt;Elle faisait trembler tous les villages
&lt;br&gt;Les gens me disaient: &quot;Méfie-toi de cette fille-la!&quot;
&lt;br&gt;Oui, c&#39;est un phénomène qui aime hanter nos rêves
&lt;br&gt;Cette femme était nommée, elle a la peau dorée
&lt;br&gt;Les femmes la haïssaient, d&#39;autres la jalousaient
&lt;br&gt;Mais les hommes ne pouvaient que l&#39;aimer
&lt;br&gt;Elle n&#39;était pas d&#39;ici, ni facile, ni difficile
&lt;br&gt;Synonyme de &quot;magnifique&quot;
&lt;br&gt;A ses pieds: que des disciples
&lt;br&gt;Qui devenaient vite indécis, tremblants comme les feuilles
&lt;br&gt;Elle te caressait sans même te toucher
&lt;br&gt;Mais quand je la vois danser, le soir
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;aimerais devenir la chaise sur laquelle elle s&#39;assoit
&lt;br&gt;Pour moins que ça, un moins que rien
&lt;br&gt;Juste une pierre sur son chemin
&lt;br&gt;Elle répondait au nom de Bella
&lt;br&gt;Les gens du coin ne voulaient pas la cher-lâ
&lt;br&gt;Elle faisait trembler tous les villages
&lt;br&gt;Les gens me disaient: &quot;Méfie-toi de cette fille-la!&quot;
&lt;br&gt;Elle répondait au nom de Bella
&lt;br&gt;Les gens du coin ne voulaient pas la cher-lâ
&lt;br&gt;Elle faisait trembler tous les villages
&lt;br&gt;Les gens me disaient: &quot;Méfie-toi de cette fille-la!&quot;
&lt;br&gt;Allez, fais moi tourner la tête (Hé-hé)
&lt;br&gt;Tourner la tête (Héhé)
&lt;br&gt;Rend moi bête comme mes ieds-p (Hé-hé)
&lt;br&gt;Bête comme mes ieds-p (Héhé)
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;suis l&#39;ombre de ton ien-ch (Hé-hé)
&lt;br&gt;L&#39;ombre de ton ien-ch (Héhé)
&lt;br&gt;Fais moi tourner la tête (Hé-hé)
&lt;br&gt;Tourner la tête (Héhé)
&lt;br&gt;Fais moi tourner la tête (Hé-hé)
&lt;br&gt;Tourner la tête (Héhé)
&lt;br&gt;Rend moi bête comme mes ieds-p (Hé-hé)
&lt;br&gt;Bête comme mes ieds-p (Héhé)
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;suis l&#39;ombre de ton ien-ch (Hé-hé)
&lt;br&gt;L&#39;ombre de ton ien-ch (Héhé)
&lt;br&gt;Fais moi tourner la tête (Hé-hé)
&lt;br&gt;Tourner la tête (Héhé)
&lt;br&gt;Elle répondait au nom de Bella
&lt;br&gt;Les gens du coin ne voulaient pas la cher-lâ
&lt;br&gt;Elle faisait trembler tous les villages
&lt;br&gt;Les gens me disaient: &quot;Méfie-toi de cette fille-la!&quot;
&lt;br&gt;Elle répondait au nom de Bella
&lt;br&gt;Les gens du coin ne voulaient pas la cher-lâ
&lt;br&gt;Elle faisait trembler tous les villages
&lt;br&gt;Les gens me disaient: &quot;Méfie-toi de cette fille-la!&quot;
&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7849477200135167393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/7849477200135167393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/7849477200135167393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/7849477200135167393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2018/02/maitre-gims-bella.html' title='Maître Gims - Bella'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/rMltoD1jCGI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-1993314672186679361</id><published>2017-04-22T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2017-07-08T01:43:57.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelut &amp; Florin Peste - Anii de scoala</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4936450/&quot;&gt;Bacalaureat&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/-Yl6pmZ2kn0?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Parca ieri toti ne-am strans 
&lt;br&gt;Si la scoala am pornit, 
&lt;br&gt;Cu pasi repezi, usori si grabiti, 
&lt;br&gt;Uniforme aveam
&lt;br&gt;Fericiti noi eram. 
&lt;br&gt;Parca ieri, parca ieri, parca ieri... 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Anii au trecut usor, 
&lt;br&gt;Ca un fulg de cobor, 
&lt;br&gt;Ca un fulger ce trece prin nori, 
&lt;br&gt;Am avut bucurii, 
&lt;br&gt;Am legat prietenii, 
&lt;br&gt;Prietenii, prietenii, prietenii
&lt;br&gt;Am avut bucurii, 
&lt;br&gt;Am legat prietenii, 
&lt;br&gt;Prietenii, prietenii, prietenii. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Bun ramas scoala mea, 
&lt;br&gt;Alti copii vor veni, 
&lt;br&gt;Ce pe scari vor zburda
&lt;br&gt;Vor sarii
&lt;br&gt;Ca si noi am sarit, 
&lt;br&gt;Ca si noi te-am iubit, 
&lt;br&gt;Dar acum te-am parasit, 
&lt;br&gt;Te-am parasit. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Bun ramas banca mea
&lt;br&gt;Te-am iubit indeajuns, 
&lt;br&gt;Scartzaiai cand ieseam la raspuns, 
&lt;br&gt;Cu formule te-am scris, 
&lt;br&gt;Si cu versuri de vis, 
&lt;br&gt;Tu nimic nu mi-ai zis, 
&lt;br&gt;Nu mi-ai zis
&lt;br&gt;Cu formule te-am scris, 
&lt;br&gt;Si cu versuri de vis, 
&lt;br&gt;Tu nimic nu mi-ai zis, 
&lt;br&gt;Nu mi-ai zis
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Bun ramas catalog, 
&lt;br&gt;Invechit, prafuit, 
&lt;br&gt;Despartirea acum a sosit... 
&lt;br&gt;Cate note ne-ai dat... 
&lt;br&gt;Cate lacrimi ne-ai luat
&lt;br&gt;Dar acum am plecat, 
&lt;br&gt;Am plecat... 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Bun ramas spunem acum
&lt;br&gt;Indragiti profesori, 
&lt;br&gt;Chiar de v-am suparat uneori, 
&lt;br&gt;Toate ni le-ati iertat
&lt;br&gt;Dar acum am plecat
&lt;br&gt;Drumul vietii de azi s-a schimbat
&lt;br&gt;Toate ni le-atzi iertat
&lt;br&gt;Dar acum am plecat
&lt;br&gt;Drumul vietii de azi s-a schimbat
&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1993314672186679361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/1993314672186679361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/1993314672186679361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/1993314672186679361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2017/04/nelut-florin-peste-anii-de-scoala.html' title='Nelut &amp; Florin Peste - Anii de scoala'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/-Yl6pmZ2kn0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-1341970631796861600</id><published>2017-04-17T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2017-04-22T00:13:17.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lali Esposito - Rata de dos patos</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt5680744/&quot;&gt;Permitidos&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/Nr4-oKvgCAk?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Rata inmunda 
&lt;br&gt;Animal rastrero 
&lt;br&gt;Escoria de la vida 
&lt;br&gt;Adefesio mal hecho
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Infrahumano 
&lt;br&gt;Espectro del infierno 
&lt;br&gt;Maldita sabandija 
&lt;br&gt;Cuánto daño me has hecho
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Alimaña 
&lt;br&gt;Culebra ponzoñosa 
&lt;br&gt;Deshecho de la vida 
&lt;br&gt;Te odio y te desprecio
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Rata de dos patas 
&lt;br&gt;Te estoy hablando a ti 
&lt;br&gt;Porque un bicho rastrero 
&lt;br&gt;Aún siendo el más maldito 
&lt;br&gt;Comparado contigo 
&lt;br&gt;Se queda muy chiquito
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Maldita sanguijuela 
&lt;br&gt;Maldita cucaracha 
&lt;br&gt;Que infectas donde picas 
&lt;br&gt;Que hieres y que matas
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Alimaña 
&lt;br&gt;Culebra ponzoñosa 
&lt;br&gt;Deshecho de la vida 
&lt;br&gt;Te odio y te desprecio
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Rata de dos patas 
&lt;br&gt;Te estoy hablando a ti 
&lt;br&gt;Porque un bicho rastrero 
&lt;br&gt;Aún siendo el más maldito 
&lt;br&gt;Comparado contigo 
&lt;br&gt;Se queda muy chiquito
&lt;br&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1341970631796861600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/1341970631796861600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/1341970631796861600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/1341970631796861600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2017/04/lali-esposito-rata-de-dos-patos.html' title='Lali Esposito - Rata de dos patos'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/Nr4-oKvgCAk/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-5598923903343477721</id><published>2017-04-17T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2017-04-17T19:09:25.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tontons - So Young</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3602660/&quot;&gt;Last Night&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/Q9uGu3Us-Ek?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I was so young
&lt;br&gt;foolishly laughing at adult games for fun
&lt;br&gt;we throw rocks in glass houses
&lt;br&gt;and we played married like spouses
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I was so young
&lt;br&gt;so much to learn but from my problems I run
&lt;br&gt;we stayed up past the moon
&lt;br&gt;and we&#39;ll die soon
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I was so young
&lt;br&gt;the race just started but I already won
&lt;br&gt;we throw rock in glass houses
&lt;br&gt;and we play married like spouses
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I was so young
&lt;br&gt;playing roulette with loves loaded gun
&lt;br&gt;we stayed up past the moon
&lt;br&gt;and we&#39;ll die soon
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I&#39;ve got to know
&lt;br&gt;how to age cause
&lt;br&gt;my youth in stages
&lt;br&gt;is falling away
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I&#39;ve got to know
&lt;br&gt;whats the meaning
&lt;br&gt;cause its so demanding
&lt;br&gt;to want it all
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I&#39;ve got know
&lt;br&gt;can you show me
&lt;br&gt;cause I have to have 
&lt;br&gt;everything
&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5598923903343477721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/5598923903343477721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/5598923903343477721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/5598923903343477721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2017/04/the-tontons-so-young.html' title='The Tontons - So Young'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/Q9uGu3Us-Ek/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-4658691020438498302</id><published>2017-01-23T23:49:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2017-01-23T23:49:17.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maître Gims - Ma beauté</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4979860/&quot;&gt;Camping 3&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/bMPbYz3E8B0?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Je n&#39;t&#39;ai pas donné tout mon amour
&lt;br&gt;Je n&#39;t&#39;ai pas fait mon plus beau discours
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;ai encore envie de te faire la cour
&lt;br&gt;Tu me verras sous un autre jour
&lt;br&gt;Je suis devenu mon propre fantôme
&lt;br&gt;Face à moi même je pleure comme un môme
&lt;br&gt;Je me sens délaissé, ouais
&lt;br&gt;Je l&#39;ai bien mérité, ouais
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Ma beauté ne t&#39;en vas pas
&lt;br&gt;Beauté ne t&#39;en vas pas
&lt;br&gt;Pourquoi tu me fais ça ?
&lt;br&gt;Pourquoi tu me fais ça ?
&lt;br&gt;Ma beauté ne me laisse pas
&lt;br&gt;Ma beauté ne me laisse pas
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;ai tout gâché, maintenant tu m&#39;abandonnes
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;ai tout gâché, maintenant tu m&#39;abandonnes
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;l&#39;ai mérité, dans les rues je vagabonde
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;l&#39;ai mérité, dans les rues je vagabonde
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;ai tout gâché, cette fois sera la bonne
&lt;br&gt;Fais moi confiance, je changerai la donne
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;ai tout gâché, maintenant tu m&#39;abandonnes
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;l&#39;ai mérité, dans les rues je vagabonde
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Oui, ton retour est une délivrance
&lt;br&gt;Oui, toi et moi c&#39;est une évidence
&lt;br&gt;Je sais, ce n&#39;est pas gagné d&#39;avance
&lt;br&gt;Mais rien ne m’effraie plus que ton absence
&lt;br&gt;À présent tu peux compter sur moi
&lt;br&gt;Tu n&#39;m&#39;en voudras pas une seconde fois
&lt;br&gt;Je t&#39;offrirai la lune
&lt;br&gt;À l&#39;ombre de ma plume
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Ma beauté repose toi
&lt;br&gt;Ma beauté repose toi
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;ai les épaules pour ça
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;ai les épaules pour ça
&lt;br&gt;Ma beauté repose toi
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;ai les épaules pour ça
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;ai tout gâché, maintenant tu m&#39;abandonnes
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;ai tout gâché, maintenant tu m&#39;abandonnes
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;l&#39;ai mérité, dans les rues je vagabonde
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;l&#39;ai mérité, dans les rues je vagabonde
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;ai tout gâché, cette fois sera la bonne
&lt;br&gt;Fais moi confiance, je changerai la donne
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;ai tout gâché, maintenant tu m&#39;abandonnes
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;l&#39;ai mérité, dans les rues je vagabonde
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Laisse moi devenir meilleur
&lt;br&gt;Laisse moi réparer mes erreurs
&lt;br&gt;Pince moi, pince moi, oui pince moi je rêve
&lt;br&gt;Pince moi, pince moi, oui pince moi je rêve
&lt;br&gt;Laisse moi devenir meilleur
&lt;br&gt;Laisse moi réparer mes erreurs
&lt;br&gt;Pince moi, pince moi, oui pince moi je rêve
&lt;br&gt;Pince moi, pince moi, oui pince moi je rêve</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4658691020438498302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/4658691020438498302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/4658691020438498302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/4658691020438498302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2017/01/maitre-gims-ma-beaute.html' title='Maître Gims - Ma beauté'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/bMPbYz3E8B0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-2256008760384624469</id><published>2016-11-24T11:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2016-11-24T11:46:46.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gentle Waves - Falling from Grace</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0283026/&quot;&gt;Swimfan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/MliX3jsnihI?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;You make me satisfied
&lt;br&gt;You only want to ride
&lt;br&gt;But that&#39;s alright by me
&lt;br&gt;We happen to be free
&lt;br&gt;For what tomorrow brings
&lt;br&gt;No peace and broken wings
&lt;br&gt;It may have been so good
&lt;br&gt;But now it&#39;s understood
&lt;br&gt;&#39;Twas just a night
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;If I could tear my heart
&lt;br&gt;And keep it miles apart
&lt;br&gt;From love of beast or man
&lt;br&gt;And never give a damn
&lt;br&gt;If I could learn to lie
&lt;br&gt;And never show my pride
&lt;br&gt;I&#39;d be just like the rest
&lt;br&gt;Be someone I detest
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I&#39;m always looking for the sun
&lt;br&gt;I&#39;m always looking for the sun to shine
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Love
&lt;br&gt;Destroys the best of us
&lt;br&gt;Then leaves the rest of us
&lt;br&gt;Thinking perhaps we&#39;ll die
&lt;br&gt;Yet still we stay alive
&lt;br&gt;Lost in a hollow frame
&lt;br&gt;With lonely tears remain
&lt;br&gt;Not knowing our life&#39;s worth
&lt;br&gt;Dragging around the earth
&lt;br&gt;How false the light
&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2256008760384624469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/2256008760384624469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/2256008760384624469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/2256008760384624469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2016/11/the-gentle-waves-falling-from-grace.html' title='The Gentle Waves - Falling from Grace'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/MliX3jsnihI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-7690716736363208707</id><published>2016-09-26T20:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2018-05-24T16:33:42.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michel Sardou - En chantant</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3547740/&quot;&gt;La famille Bélier&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/5BoK5QBMLX4?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Quand j&#39;étais petit garçon, 
&lt;br&gt;Je repassais mes leçons 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant 
&lt;br&gt;Et bien des années plus tard, 
&lt;br&gt;Je chassais mes idées noires 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant. 
&lt;br&gt;C&#39;est beaucoup moins inquiétant 
&lt;br&gt;De parler du mauvais temps 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant 
&lt;br&gt;Et c&#39;est tellement plus mignon 
&lt;br&gt;De se faire traiter de con 
&lt;br&gt;En chanson. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;La vie c&#39;est plus marrant, 
&lt;br&gt;C&#39;est moins désespérant 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;La première fille de ma vie, 
&lt;br&gt;Dans la rue je l&#39;ai suivie 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant. 
&lt;br&gt;Quand elle s&#39;est déshabillée, 
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;ai joué le vieil habitué 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant. 
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;étais si content de moi 
&lt;br&gt;Que j&#39;ai fait l&#39;amour dix fois 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant 
&lt;br&gt;Mais je n&#39;peux pas m&#39;expliquer 
&lt;br&gt;Qu&#39;au matin elle m&#39;ait quitté 
&lt;br&gt;Enchantée. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;L&#39;amour c&#39;est plus marrant, 
&lt;br&gt;C&#39;est moins désespérant 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Tous les hommes vont en galère 
&lt;br&gt;A la pêche ou à  la guerre 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant. 
&lt;br&gt;La fleur au bout du fusil, 
&lt;br&gt;La victoire se gagne aussi 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant. 
&lt;br&gt;On ne parle à  Jéhovah, 
&lt;br&gt;A Jupiter, à  Bouddha 
&lt;br&gt;Qu&#39;en chantant. 
&lt;br&gt;Qu&#39;elles que soient nos opinions, 
&lt;br&gt;On fait sa révolution 
&lt;br&gt;En chanson. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Le monde est plus marrant, 
&lt;br&gt;C&#39;est moins désespérant 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Puisqu&#39;il faut mourir enfin, 
&lt;br&gt;Que ce soit côté jardin, 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant. 
&lt;br&gt;Si ma femme a de la peine, 
&lt;br&gt;Que mes enfants la soutiennent 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant. 
&lt;br&gt;Quand j&#39;irai revoir mon père 
&lt;br&gt;Qui m&#39;attend les bras ouverts, 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant, 
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;aimerais que sur la terre, 
&lt;br&gt;Tous mes bons copains m&#39;enterrent 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;La mort c&#39;est plus marrant, 
&lt;br&gt;C&#39;est moins désespérant 
&lt;br&gt;En chantant. 
&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7690716736363208707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/7690716736363208707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/7690716736363208707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/7690716736363208707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2016/09/michel-sardou-en-chantant.html' title='Michel Sardou - En chantant'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/5BoK5QBMLX4/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-8679022452313362531</id><published>2015-08-03T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-08-03T23:51:55.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean-Pierre François - Je te survivrai</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2805168/&quot;&gt;Je te survivrai&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/oG2FM3Hzz1U?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Dans les miroirs chinois
&lt;br&gt;Dans le bleu des photos
&lt;br&gt;Dans le regard d&#39;un chat
&lt;br&gt;Dans les ailes d&#39;un oiseau
&lt;br&gt;Dans la force d&#39;un arbre
&lt;br&gt;Dans la couleur de l&#39;eau
&lt;br&gt;Je te survivrai
&lt;br&gt;Dans l&#39;hiver et le vent
&lt;br&gt;Dans le froid des maisons
&lt;br&gt;Dans les sables mouvants
&lt;br&gt;Où j&#39;écrirai ton nom
&lt;br&gt;Dans la fièvre et le sang
&lt;br&gt;Dans les murs des prisons
&lt;br&gt;Je te survivrai
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Je te survivrai d&#39;un amour vivant
&lt;br&gt;Je te survivrai dans des yeux d&#39;enfant
&lt;br&gt;Je te survivrai comme un revenant
&lt;br&gt;Je te survivrai
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Je te survivrai et tu m&#39;entendras
&lt;br&gt;Je te survivrai quelque part en toi
&lt;br&gt;Je te survivrai au-delà de moi
&lt;br&gt;Je te survivrai
&lt;br&gt;Dans les bruits de la ville
&lt;br&gt;Dans les aéroports
&lt;br&gt;Dans les jours difficiles
&lt;br&gt;Où je t&#39;aimais encore
&lt;br&gt;Dans les nuits anonymes
&lt;br&gt;Où je perdrai mon corps
&lt;br&gt;Je te survivrai
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Dans les frissons du c?ur
&lt;br&gt;Dans les maudites chansons
&lt;br&gt;Dans les cages d&#39;ascenseur
&lt;br&gt;Où ils gardent les bas-fonds
&lt;br&gt;Dans l&#39;angoisse et la peur
&lt;br&gt;Frissonnant d&#39;émotion
&lt;br&gt;Je te survivrai
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8679022452313362531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/8679022452313362531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/8679022452313362531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/8679022452313362531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2015/08/jean-pierre-francois-je-te-survivrai.html' title='Jean-Pierre François - Je te survivrai'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/oG2FM3Hzz1U/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-766480943967825913</id><published>2015-05-23T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2020-02-19T21:49:48.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rihanna - Diamonds</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3655522/&quot;&gt;Bande de filles&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/NsBRg2fs_3U?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Shine bright like a diamond
&lt;br&gt;Shine bright like a diamond
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Find light in the beautiful sea
&lt;br&gt;I choose to be happy
&lt;br&gt;You and I, you and I
&lt;br&gt;We’re like diamonds in the sky
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;You’re a shooting star I see
&lt;br&gt;A vision of ecstasy
&lt;br&gt;When you hold me, I’m alive
&lt;br&gt;We’re like diamonds in the sky
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I knew that we’d become one right away
&lt;br&gt;Oh, right away
&lt;br&gt;At first sight I felt the energy of sun rays
&lt;br&gt;I saw the life inside your eyes
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;So shine bright tonight, you and I
&lt;br&gt;We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky
&lt;br&gt;Eye to eye, so alive
&lt;br&gt;We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Shine bright like a diamond
&lt;br&gt;Shine bright like a diamond
&lt;br&gt;Shine bright like a diamond
&lt;br&gt;We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Shine bright like a diamond
&lt;br&gt;Shine bright like a diamond
&lt;br&gt;Shine bright like a diamond
&lt;br&gt;We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Palms rise to the universe
&lt;br&gt;As we moonshine and molly
&lt;br&gt;Feel the warmth, we’ll never die
&lt;br&gt;We’re like diamonds in the sky
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;You’re a shooting star I see
&lt;br&gt;A vision of ecstasy
&lt;br&gt;When you hold me, I’m alive
&lt;br&gt;We’re like diamonds in the sky
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;At first sight I felt the energy of sun rays
&lt;br&gt;I saw the life inside your eyes
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/766480943967825913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/766480943967825913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/766480943967825913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/766480943967825913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2015/05/rihanna-diamonds.html' title='Rihanna - Diamonds'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/NsBRg2fs_3U/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-5666206048239541240</id><published>2015-03-25T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-03-25T15:45:56.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Magal - Cara de Gitana</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2403991/&quot;&gt;Une place sur la Terre&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Negros tus cabellos 
&lt;br&gt;cubrían tu cuerpo 
&lt;br&gt;tan llena de amor 
&lt;br&gt;te ví bailando 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Otro te abrazaba 
&lt;br&gt;otro te besaba 
&lt;br&gt;pero eras a mi 
&lt;br&gt;a quien mirabas 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Cara de gitana 
&lt;br&gt;dulce apasionada 
&lt;br&gt;me diste tu amor 
&lt;br&gt;con una espada 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Hoy en los caminos 
&lt;br&gt;vagas sin destino 
&lt;br&gt;vives el amor 
&lt;br&gt;robas cariño 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Donde están tus ojos tan profundos? 
&lt;br&gt;ya que el fuego de tus labios era mío 
&lt;br&gt;el licor que bebo abre mis heridas 
&lt;br&gt;me emborracha y mas te quiero todavía 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Ay ay ay ay ay gitana mía 
&lt;br&gt;es esta mi canción desesperada 
&lt;br&gt;que te llama y te busca en todas partes 
&lt;br&gt;pero donde va de ti ya nadie sabe
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5666206048239541240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/5666206048239541240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/5666206048239541240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/5666206048239541240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2015/03/daniel-magal-cara-de-gitana.html' title='Daniel Magal - Cara de Gitana'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/WKYqC8RNOlk/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-8334070728321977712</id><published>2015-01-04T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-03-11T21:20:02.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raffaella Carra - Far l&#39;amore</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2109087/&quot;&gt;Anche se è amore non si vede&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/EMYfEFJVjCU?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Se lui ti porta su un letto vuoto
&lt;br&gt;il vuoto daglielo indietro a lui
&lt;br&gt;fagli verdere che non e&#39; un gioco
&lt;br&gt;fagli capire quello che vuoi
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Ah ha ha a far l&#39;amore comincia tu
&lt;br&gt;Ah ha ha a far l&#39;amore comincia tu
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;E se si attaca col sentimento
&lt;br&gt;portalo in fondo ad un cielo blu
&lt;br&gt;le sue paure di quel momento
&lt;br&gt;le fai scoppiare soltanto tu
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Scoppia, scoppia mi sco
&lt;br&gt;Scoppia, scoppia mi scoppia il cuor&#39;
&lt;br&gt;Scoppia, scoppia mi sco
&lt;br&gt;Scoppia, scoppia mi scoppia il cuor&#39;
&lt;br&gt;Liebe liebe liebe lei e&#39; un disastro se te ne vai
&lt;br&gt;Scoppia, scoppia mi sco
&lt;br&gt;Scoppia, scoppia mi scoppia il cour&#39;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8334070728321977712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/8334070728321977712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/8334070728321977712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/8334070728321977712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2015/01/raffaella-carra-far-lamore.html' title='Raffaella Carra - Far l&#39;amore'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/EMYfEFJVjCU/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-3083545864747201135</id><published>2014-12-21T10:39:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2014-12-21T10:44:33.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Françoise Hardy - À quoi ça sert</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2752200/&quot;&gt;Jeune &amp; jolie&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/vqRBDopJ3Ts?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Comme toi j&#39;ai un coeur
&lt;br&gt;Qui ne peut rien promettre
&lt;br&gt;À qui l&#39;amour fait peur
&lt;br&gt;Mais qui t&#39;aime peut-être
&lt;br&gt;À quoi çà sert de le cacher?
&lt;br&gt;À quoi çà sert d&#39;y échapper?
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Je n&#39;ai rien à t&#39;offrir
&lt;br&gt;Que ce que mes yeux voient
&lt;br&gt;Tu ne veux pas souffrir
&lt;br&gt;Mais qui ne souffre pas?
&lt;br&gt;À quoi çà sert de l&#39;éviter?
&lt;br&gt;À quoi çà sert de t&#39;en aller?
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;À rester dans ta tour d&#39;ivoire
&lt;br&gt;En broyant du rose ou du noir
&lt;br&gt;Tout seul - tout seul
&lt;br&gt;Comme on n&#39;est pas très malheureux
&lt;br&gt;On oublie qu&#39;on n&#39;est pas heureux
&lt;br&gt;Tout seul - tout seul
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Je n&#39;ai que les étoiles
&lt;br&gt;Et rien d&#39;autre pour toi
&lt;br&gt;Si l&#39;on doit se faire mal
&lt;br&gt;C&#39;est la vie qui veut çà
&lt;br&gt;À quoi çà sert, de rester seul?
&lt;br&gt;À quoi çà sert, de vivre seul?
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Je n&#39;ai que les étoiles
&lt;br&gt;Et rien d&#39;autre pour toi
&lt;br&gt;Si l&#39;on doit se faire mal
&lt;br&gt;C&#39;est la vie qui veut çà
&lt;br&gt;À quoi ça sert, de rester seul?
&lt;br&gt;À quoi ça sert, de vivre seul?
&lt;br&gt;Tout seul.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3083545864747201135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/3083545864747201135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/3083545864747201135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/3083545864747201135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2014/12/francoise-hardy-quoi-ca-sert.html' title='Françoise Hardy - À quoi ça sert'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-235659544277052944</id><published>2014-11-03T12:59:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2014-11-03T13:07:30.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alain Souchon - Allô maman bobo</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2969776/&quot;&gt;Le crocodile du Botswanga&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/JQ1AuuWoemE?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;march&#39; tout seul le long d&#39;la lign&#39; de ch&#39;min d&#39;fer
&lt;br&gt;Dans ma tête y a pas d&#39;affair&#39;
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;donne des coups d&#39;pied dans un&#39; ptit&#39; boîte en fer
&lt;br&gt;Dans ma tête y a rien à faire
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;suis mal en campagn&#39; et mal en vill&#39;
&lt;br&gt;Peut-être un p&#39;tit peu trop fragil&#39;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Allô Maman bobo
&lt;br&gt;Maman comment tu m&#39;as fait j&#39;suis pas beau
&lt;br&gt;Allô Maman bobo
&lt;br&gt;Allô Maman bobo
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;train&#39;fumée, j&#39;me r&#39;trouv&#39; avec mal au cœur
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;ai vomi tout mon quatre heur&#39;
&lt;br&gt;Fêt&#39;, nuits foll&#39;s, avec les gens qu&#39;ont du bol
&lt;br&gt;Maint&#39;nant qu&#39;j&#39;fais du music hall
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;suis mal à la scène et mal en vill&#39;
&lt;br&gt;Peut-être un p&#39;tit peu trop fragil&#39;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Moi j&#39;voulais les sorties d&#39;port à la voil&#39;
&lt;br&gt;La nuit barrer les étoil&#39;s
&lt;br&gt;Moi les ch&#39;vaux, l&#39;révolver et l&#39;chapeau d&#39;clown
&lt;br&gt;La bell&#39; Peggy du saloon
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;suis mal en homme dur
&lt;br&gt;Et mal en p&#39;tit cœur
&lt;br&gt;Peut-être un p&#39;tit peu trop rêveur
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;march&#39; tout seul le long d&#39;la lign&#39; de ch&#39;min d&#39;fer
&lt;br&gt;Dans ma tête y a pas d&#39;affair&#39;
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;donne des coups d&#39;pied dans un&#39; ptit&#39; boîte en fer
&lt;br&gt;Dans ma tête y a rien à faire
&lt;br&gt;J&#39;suis mal en campagn&#39; et mal en vill&#39;
&lt;br&gt;Peut-être un p&#39;tit peu trop fragil</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/235659544277052944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/235659544277052944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/235659544277052944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/235659544277052944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2014/11/alain-souchon-allo-maman-bobo.html' title='Alain Souchon - Allô maman bobo'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/JQ1AuuWoemE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-3444012112684437873</id><published>2014-09-13T20:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-13T20:50:36.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Fontana - Il Mondo</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2207050/&quot;&gt;Alceste à bicyclette&lt;/a&gt;)
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/HFyCfFJC0no?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;No, stanotte amore
&lt;br&gt;Non ho più pensato ha te
&lt;br&gt;Ho aperto gli occhi
&lt;br&gt;Per guardare intorno a me
&lt;br&gt;E intorno ha me
&lt;br&gt;Girava il mondo come sempre
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Gira, il mondo gira
&lt;br&gt;Nello spazio senza fine
&lt;br&gt;Con gli amori appena nati
&lt;br&gt;Con gli amori già finiti
&lt;br&gt;Con la gioia e col dolore
&lt;br&gt;Della gente come me
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Un mondo
&lt;br&gt;Soltanto adesso, io ti guardo
&lt;br&gt;Nel tuo silenzio io mi perdo
&lt;br&gt;E sono niente accanto a te
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Il mondo
&lt;br&gt;Non si é fermato mai un momento
&lt;br&gt;La notte insegue sempre il giorno
&lt;br&gt;Ed il giorno verrà
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Gira, il mondo gira
&lt;br&gt;Nello spazio senza fine
&lt;br&gt;Con gli amori appena nati
&lt;br&gt;Con gli amori già finiti
&lt;br&gt;Con la gioia e col dolore
&lt;br&gt;Della gente come me
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Un mondo
&lt;br&gt;Soltanto adesso, io ti guardo
&lt;br&gt;Nel tuo silenzio io mi perdo
&lt;br&gt;E sono niente accanto a te
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Il mondo
&lt;br&gt;Non si é fermato mai un momento
&lt;br&gt;La notte insegue sempre il giorno
&lt;br&gt;Ed il giorno verrà
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Oh Il mondo
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Il mondo
&lt;br&gt;Non si é fermato mai un momento
&lt;br&gt;La notte insegue sempre il giorno
&lt;br&gt;Ed il giorno verrà
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Stanotte amore non ho più pensato ha te
&lt;br&gt;Stanotte amore non ho più pensato ha te
&lt;br&gt;Stanotte amore non ho più pensato ha te
&lt;br&gt;Pensato ha te
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3444012112684437873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/3444012112684437873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/3444012112684437873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/3444012112684437873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2014/09/jimmy-fontana-il-mondo.html' title='Jimmy Fontana - Il Mondo'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/HFyCfFJC0no/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-4757953841556702077</id><published>2014-06-19T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-06-19T18:13:07.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabelle Pierre - Le temps est bon</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1600524/&quot;&gt;Les amours imaginaires&lt;/a&gt;)
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/3t5xR80_hoQ?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Le temps est bon, le ciel est bleu
&lt;br&gt;j&#39;ai deux amis qui sont aussi mes amoureux
&lt;br&gt;Le temps est bon, le ciel est bleu
&lt;br&gt;nous n&#39;avons rien à faire rien que d&#39;être heureux
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Mon coeur est grand, grand, grand, grand
&lt;br&gt;comme le vent
&lt;br&gt;Et je suis tendre, tendre, tendre, tendre
&lt;br&gt;pour mes amants
&lt;br&gt;Je suis la fleur dans leur cerveaux
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Le temps est bon, le ciel est bleu
&lt;br&gt;j&#39;ai deux amis qui sont aussi mes amoureux
&lt;br&gt;Le temps est bon, le ciel est bleu
&lt;br&gt;nous n&#39;avons rien à faire rien que d&#39;être heureux
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Mes deux amants sont beaux comme les arbres fous
&lt;br&gt;Mes deux amants sont doux, doux, doux,
&lt;br&gt;Je suis à eux de l&#39;âme jusqu&#39;à la peau
&lt;br&gt;Les nuits sont longues les jours sont chauds
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Je ne savais plus voir, je ne savais plus entendre, je n&#39;savais plus
&lt;br&gt;Voici que je regarde, que j&#39;écoute et je sais qui je suis, je sais qui je suis
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Le temps est bon, le ciel est bleu
&lt;br&gt;j&#39;ai deux amis qui sont aussi mes amoureux
&lt;br&gt;Le temps est bon, le ciel est bleu
&lt;br&gt;nous n&#39;avons rien à faire rien que d&#39;être heureux</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4757953841556702077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/4757953841556702077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/4757953841556702077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/4757953841556702077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2014/06/isabelle-pierre-le-temps-est-bon.html' title='Isabelle Pierre - Le temps est bon'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/3t5xR80_hoQ/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-3931699062299689548</id><published>2014-06-19T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2025-07-03T16:58:30.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalida - Bang Bang</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1600524/&quot;&gt;Les amours imaginaires&lt;/a&gt;)
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&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Mi ricordo quando noi
&lt;br&gt;eravamo due bambini
&lt;br&gt;e puntavamo le pistole
&lt;br&gt;dai cavalli a dondolo
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;io sparo a te
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;tu spari a me
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;e vincerà
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;chi al cuore colpirà.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Sono passati gli anni e poi
&lt;br&gt;noi ci siamo innamorati
&lt;br&gt;correvamo per i prati
&lt;br&gt;tu scherzavi insieme a me
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;per ridere
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;sparavi a me
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;e vincerà
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;chi al cuore colpirà.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Certo non scherzavi tu
&lt;br&gt;quando mi sparavi al cuor
&lt;br&gt;nel mirar non sbagliavi mai
&lt;br&gt;prove a negare se tu vuoi.
&lt;br&gt;Ora non mi ami più
&lt;br&gt;ed ho sentito un colpo al cuore
&lt;br&gt;quando mi hai detto che
&lt;br&gt;non vuoi stare più con me
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;e resto cui
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;a piangere
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;hai vinto tu
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang 
&lt;br&gt;il cuore non l&#39;ho più.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Quando vedo intorno a me
&lt;br&gt;che i bambini giocano
&lt;br&gt;e puoi fingon di sparar
&lt;br&gt;come mi si stringe il cuore
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;rivedo te
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;che spari a me
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;quel suono sai
&lt;br&gt;Bang Bang
&lt;br&gt;non lo scorderò mai</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3931699062299689548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/3931699062299689548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/3931699062299689548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/3931699062299689548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2014/06/dalida-bang-bang.html' title='Dalida - Bang Bang'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/WUVJY4N9bbI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637595175590456060.post-1881137050735024383</id><published>2014-04-18T17:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2019-06-05T18:17:32.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ronettes - Be My Baby</title><content type='html'>(Soundtrack &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1016321/&quot;&gt;À deriva&lt;/a&gt;)
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&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;The night we met I knew I needed you so
&lt;br&gt;And if I had the chance I&#39;d never let you go
&lt;br&gt;So won&#39;t you say you love me? I&#39;ll make you so proud of me
&lt;br&gt;We&#39;ll make &#39;em turn their heads every place we go
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;So won&#39;t you, please?
&lt;br&gt;(Be my, be my baby)
&lt;br&gt;Be my little baby
&lt;br&gt;(My one and only baby)
&lt;br&gt;Say you&#39;ll be my darlin&#39;
&lt;br&gt;(Be my, be my baby)
&lt;br&gt;Be my baby now
&lt;br&gt;(My one and only baby)
&lt;br&gt;Whoa oh oh oh
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I&#39;ll make you happy, baby, just wait and see
&lt;br&gt;For every kiss you give me, I&#39;ll give you three
&lt;br&gt;Oh, since the day I saw you, I have been waiting for you
&lt;br&gt;You know I will adore you &#39;til eternity
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;So won&#39;t you, please?
&lt;br&gt;(Be my, be my baby)
&lt;br&gt;Be my little baby
&lt;br&gt;(My one and only baby)
&lt;br&gt;Say you&#39;ll be my darlin&#39;
&lt;br&gt;(Be my, be my baby)
&lt;br&gt;Be my baby now
&lt;br&gt;(My one and only baby)
&lt;br&gt;Whoa oh oh oh
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;So come on and please
&lt;br&gt;(Be my, be my baby)
&lt;br&gt;Be my little baby
&lt;br&gt;(My one and only baby)
&lt;br&gt;Say you&#39;ll be my darlin&#39;
&lt;br&gt;(Be my, be my baby)
&lt;br&gt;Be my baby now
&lt;br&gt;(My one and only baby)
&lt;br&gt;Whoa oh oh oh
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1881137050735024383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8637595175590456060/1881137050735024383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/1881137050735024383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637595175590456060/posts/default/1881137050735024383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnd-stuff.blogspot.com/2014/04/blog-post.html' title='The Ronettes - Be My Baby'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/sRy2pV7b2QA/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>