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Ella Spell
Well-Known Member
The more you suffer
The more it shows you really care
Right? ( .. right?!)
Ella Spell
Well-Known Member
Well I know I might be wrong
And the vows I haven't made may be wasted
Copy and pasted from false memories
And I very well could be expecting
Too much from a lover
I needlessly suffer for soft yesterdays
And lovely laying on a porch in the rain
When faced with adverse circumstances it's the same
Still you love me, you say so
Enough to recognize that you're lucky, you think so
But how lucky am I?
If I turn it on its head
Will the blood rush to it and make me dizzy?
Or will it give me the truth that I crave?
When I post my 95 it comes out of me
Like rags on a scholar, a dog on a collar
For I make no sense
Afraid that hurtful words could fill my last breath
A million memories could not sew my chest
Still I hurt you, you say so
Enough to make you cry
Still you don't know
I don't show the reason for my lies
Ella Spell
Well-Known Member
So cute
Ella Spell
Well-Known Member
Every step I've strayed from and followed
Led me to the same location
Every act I've forsaken and borrowed
A delivery to now
And I've never wondered how I came to be
I feel free like you promised I'd be
TheName
Well-Known Member
Iam Demain C'est loin
Lyrics didn't fit in one message here
English
/French
A A
Click to see the original lyrics (French)
Ink flows, blood sheds.1
The blotting paper
Soaks up emotion, sacks images from my memories
Im talking about what my kin lives and what I witness
Guys sunk by despair and drifting away
Guys who tear at each other for 3 grands of hash
Im talking about everyday, listen closely, my lines won't make you laugh.
Laugh, smile, some have lost that, I'm thinking of Momo
Who told me "later" once, never to be seen again.
Courting the Devil to escape Hell, you made it brother
But its still misery for those behind pushing
Pushing, growing in a field of concrete
Grow up in a parking lot and see older bros making moolah
Poverty makes you think in a heartbeat
We cut, we press, we split, we wrap, we sell
We're churning in crack's money
Yeah, that's life, and dont mention minimum wage here, here, here
Here, what youngsters dream of is a Golf GTI,
A Tacchini tracksuit, landing chicks easy, like Manny.
Just like everyone I have a blast watching "Scarface"
Thank God, I grew smarter, while he croakes in the end.
Death. The end. The end justifies the means.1 4, 5 shady jobs
And we can hold until tomorrow, then we'll see
We walk in the shadows of evil from dusk till dawn
Lurking in a corner, blade in hand, modern highwaymen
Highways. Fastways. There's only one to become God
Strike like a hammer, dont look down, envious, greedy
One way in, two ways out, three quarter length jacket,
Succeed, vanish, become a memory.
Memories, to be so young and have a full notebook of guys
Wiped off the map, like a blackboard. Pow ! you're out.
Believe in whom, in what, these guys are all like mirrors,
Walking the same way, just wanting to fill their pockets.2
Pocket, closet. We live and end in one before going to hell.
On earth we build our own paradise
A fiction, disillusion is too strong, get the pot out
Reality hits too hard, we need an escape.
Escape. Escape. Use your imagination. Here, all is grey
Walls, minds, rats at night
We want to escape this prison, the clock ticks, time for action
Smoke screen, one day you lose your mind.3
Mind. Brains. Some are lucky enough to have any.
Others have them blown out for a handful of greenback, brothers at war
Weapons are growing like weeds
The gangster's mythos spreads like gangrene, sows its seeds.
Seeds. Seeds. Seeds of delinquent, what did you hope for ?
From the cradle, we teach them that nothing makes a man but money
From a discreet maverick to organised crime, the seeds turn to roots
Too big, impossible to stop.
Stopped. Arrested. Jinxed on the way in, lucky on the way out.
You get 3 months, the noise goes around, reputation swells
Prison bars don't scare anymore, it's routine, a common thorn
A light sketch of black ink that sometimes comes alive.
Alive. Enlivened by a cash frenzy
Darkness falls, no matter the weather, we roll the dice, we have to gamble
Win and lose, come back with a few more bills
That will help, no one will ask where they fell from.
Falling or not. For all, for nothing, we take the chance, no big deal bro.
Anyway, In both cases, we'll be OK
Live like a dog or like a prince, no contest
We made our choice, put meat on the grill and flash the gold.
Gold. A golden dream. Pockets are full but the target is far.
The arrow rebounds, the devil adds an ugly notch, these guys
Cross out their own names, shoot for cash, I can hear bells, the sound of spades
Digging a hole, it's all too easy
Easy. Easy like the jacket of the submissive bourgeois
Like a piece of porcelain on a windshield 4
Tchac ! Razor blade on the handbag, and here comes the dough
And that's all day, tomorrow, after tomorrow.
Tomorrow ? Thats not the issue, we live day to day
We dont have the time else we lose money, others will take it.
Tomorrow is far away, we're not in a rush, slowly and surely
We move on and watch our asses to allow ourselves a future.
Future, the future won't change a thing, the next generations
Will be worse than us, their lives will be more morose
Our future is the minute after the goal, anticipate,
Prevent before we get nailed.
Nailed. Nailed on a bench, nothing else to do, we drink beer
And catcall the broads that don't have any brother.
Walls stick to us like flypaper
We're here, we'll never get out of it, Satan takes us for a ride.5
Ride. Riding chances at every second,
Each opportunity is a new stone for our slings
Against their lasers, some lose hope, many hit the ground
The stubborn ones refuse the suicidal fight.
Fight. Fighting disbelief, the gods are watching humanity walk
Deliberately and briskly to the wrong end of eternity.
We prefer hanging down here, we'd get bored up there
And only here will angels sell you smoke.
Smoke. One last puff. The veil has fallen.
Head on the pillow, **** has faded for a moment
From the window comes a scream, a man is being robbed
A child is being caught, handcuffed for a Cartier watch
Handcuffed, shackled by fatality
Prisonner of the dungeon, fate is the gaoler
The turf, the arena, we grew up with the game,
Brave gladiators, but life is tenacious, we fight the way we can.
In high towers
Incomprehension, bands of kids with so called bad manners
Frictions, excitation, civilian patrols
Useless fear, stupid myths and legends
Hash by the kilo, poets armed with biros
Reserves of creativity, hangars, silos
We dash to block 20 with a pack of Heineken
Hitting on a big spliff to forget
African princesses, teenage moms, plastic bags
Filled with glue, out of touch blokes, lunatics
Parallel economy, team solid as a rock
Little Dons controlling their spot tightly
We pop up the bubbly, pressed together like in Mexico
Concrete skylines, pickpockets, druggies
Honest people ignored, supercops, zorros
Politicians and journalists visiting the zoo.
Respectful muslims, humble family men
Speakers blasting music from the jungle
Devastated lobbies, shells of torn down rides
Swarms of kids coming to beg
Orange lights flaring, smoking chimneys
Impromptu soccer games on the tarmac
Golf, VR6, screeching tyres
Silence broken by the police sirens
"Façonnable" polo shirts, lousy tracksuits
Mothers with admirable character traits
Bogus hash, jail stories
Stupid divides, piles of embers.
Eastern cliches, spicy food
Cute tree names for towers in the cement forest6
Midday desert, scorching sun
Nightlife during the month of Ramadan7
No distractions, create a bit of action
Games of dice, of cards, gambling, fatal attraction
Non-stop laughs, surprise arrests
Corrupted district mayors.
Walking on used needles, dreams of traveling
Car radios on sale, batches of torn off stereos
Blokes without a B plan, merciless psychos
Best friendships a man can ever build.
Sport prodigies training on waste grounds
New jokes, terrible pick up lines
Individualities cracking up because of stress
No one makes a move, no one will get hurt.
Fumes of ether, of solvents, of alcohol
Brink's trucks eyed like the jackpot
It's not funny, the dog bites when locked in a cage
Drools of rage, the bars climb up to the second floor.
Deal in hash, it's wiser if you want to take the girl out
If you fall, shut it, no drama
But school ain't far, troubles either
It starts with spankings and ends up in custody.
Look at the street, what changes ? only seasons.
You dribble concrete, spit concrete, **** concrete
You fight for nickel, what does that yield ?
Don't regret the cash when cops come knocking at your door.
Three colors on billboards8 are treating us like trash.
It's not Manilla, ok, but cigarettes turn into spliffs.
Guilty, innocent, we talk cash, percentage.
Eye for an eye, mouth for a tooth, its stressful.
Early on, its already family out there, Kader's gang9,
"Mother****er !" snotty kids already swearing.
Not easy to talk about love, factory work,
Pretty birds breaking their back in kitchens.
Councilmen keep hammering 'bout renovation, it's comforting
But it's still the same **** under the fresh layer of paint.
Our late dreams lie buried in the courtyard
At twelve, drive, die, end up like Tupac Shakur.10
Looking at pictures, adults today, buddies
Quite a few friends died already in bike crashes
Lyrics didn't fit in one message here
Demain c'est loin (English translation)
- Artist: IAM
- Song: Demain c'est loin
•
4 translations
| Play "Demain c'est …" on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) |
English
/French
A A
Tomorrow Is Far Away
Versions: #1#2Click to see the original lyrics (French)
Ink flows, blood sheds.1
The blotting paper
Soaks up emotion, sacks images from my memories
Im talking about what my kin lives and what I witness
Guys sunk by despair and drifting away
Guys who tear at each other for 3 grands of hash
Im talking about everyday, listen closely, my lines won't make you laugh.
Laugh, smile, some have lost that, I'm thinking of Momo
Who told me "later" once, never to be seen again.
Courting the Devil to escape Hell, you made it brother
But its still misery for those behind pushing
Pushing, growing in a field of concrete
Grow up in a parking lot and see older bros making moolah
Poverty makes you think in a heartbeat
We cut, we press, we split, we wrap, we sell
We're churning in crack's money
Yeah, that's life, and dont mention minimum wage here, here, here
Here, what youngsters dream of is a Golf GTI,
A Tacchini tracksuit, landing chicks easy, like Manny.
Just like everyone I have a blast watching "Scarface"
Thank God, I grew smarter, while he croakes in the end.
Death. The end. The end justifies the means.1 4, 5 shady jobs
And we can hold until tomorrow, then we'll see
We walk in the shadows of evil from dusk till dawn
Lurking in a corner, blade in hand, modern highwaymen
Highways. Fastways. There's only one to become God
Strike like a hammer, dont look down, envious, greedy
One way in, two ways out, three quarter length jacket,
Succeed, vanish, become a memory.
Memories, to be so young and have a full notebook of guys
Wiped off the map, like a blackboard. Pow ! you're out.
Believe in whom, in what, these guys are all like mirrors,
Walking the same way, just wanting to fill their pockets.2
Pocket, closet. We live and end in one before going to hell.
On earth we build our own paradise
A fiction, disillusion is too strong, get the pot out
Reality hits too hard, we need an escape.
Escape. Escape. Use your imagination. Here, all is grey
Walls, minds, rats at night
We want to escape this prison, the clock ticks, time for action
Smoke screen, one day you lose your mind.3
Mind. Brains. Some are lucky enough to have any.
Others have them blown out for a handful of greenback, brothers at war
Weapons are growing like weeds
The gangster's mythos spreads like gangrene, sows its seeds.
Seeds. Seeds. Seeds of delinquent, what did you hope for ?
From the cradle, we teach them that nothing makes a man but money
From a discreet maverick to organised crime, the seeds turn to roots
Too big, impossible to stop.
Stopped. Arrested. Jinxed on the way in, lucky on the way out.
You get 3 months, the noise goes around, reputation swells
Prison bars don't scare anymore, it's routine, a common thorn
A light sketch of black ink that sometimes comes alive.
Alive. Enlivened by a cash frenzy
Darkness falls, no matter the weather, we roll the dice, we have to gamble
Win and lose, come back with a few more bills
That will help, no one will ask where they fell from.
Falling or not. For all, for nothing, we take the chance, no big deal bro.
Anyway, In both cases, we'll be OK
Live like a dog or like a prince, no contest
We made our choice, put meat on the grill and flash the gold.
Gold. A golden dream. Pockets are full but the target is far.
The arrow rebounds, the devil adds an ugly notch, these guys
Cross out their own names, shoot for cash, I can hear bells, the sound of spades
Digging a hole, it's all too easy
Easy. Easy like the jacket of the submissive bourgeois
Like a piece of porcelain on a windshield 4
Tchac ! Razor blade on the handbag, and here comes the dough
And that's all day, tomorrow, after tomorrow.
Tomorrow ? Thats not the issue, we live day to day
We dont have the time else we lose money, others will take it.
Tomorrow is far away, we're not in a rush, slowly and surely
We move on and watch our asses to allow ourselves a future.
Future, the future won't change a thing, the next generations
Will be worse than us, their lives will be more morose
Our future is the minute after the goal, anticipate,
Prevent before we get nailed.
Nailed. Nailed on a bench, nothing else to do, we drink beer
And catcall the broads that don't have any brother.
Walls stick to us like flypaper
We're here, we'll never get out of it, Satan takes us for a ride.5
Ride. Riding chances at every second,
Each opportunity is a new stone for our slings
Against their lasers, some lose hope, many hit the ground
The stubborn ones refuse the suicidal fight.
Fight. Fighting disbelief, the gods are watching humanity walk
Deliberately and briskly to the wrong end of eternity.
We prefer hanging down here, we'd get bored up there
And only here will angels sell you smoke.
Smoke. One last puff. The veil has fallen.
Head on the pillow, **** has faded for a moment
From the window comes a scream, a man is being robbed
A child is being caught, handcuffed for a Cartier watch
Handcuffed, shackled by fatality
Prisonner of the dungeon, fate is the gaoler
The turf, the arena, we grew up with the game,
Brave gladiators, but life is tenacious, we fight the way we can.
In high towers
Incomprehension, bands of kids with so called bad manners
Frictions, excitation, civilian patrols
Useless fear, stupid myths and legends
Hash by the kilo, poets armed with biros
Reserves of creativity, hangars, silos
We dash to block 20 with a pack of Heineken
Hitting on a big spliff to forget
African princesses, teenage moms, plastic bags
Filled with glue, out of touch blokes, lunatics
Parallel economy, team solid as a rock
Little Dons controlling their spot tightly
We pop up the bubbly, pressed together like in Mexico
Concrete skylines, pickpockets, druggies
Honest people ignored, supercops, zorros
Politicians and journalists visiting the zoo.
Respectful muslims, humble family men
Speakers blasting music from the jungle
Devastated lobbies, shells of torn down rides
Swarms of kids coming to beg
Orange lights flaring, smoking chimneys
Impromptu soccer games on the tarmac
Golf, VR6, screeching tyres
Silence broken by the police sirens
"Façonnable" polo shirts, lousy tracksuits
Mothers with admirable character traits
Bogus hash, jail stories
Stupid divides, piles of embers.
Eastern cliches, spicy food
Cute tree names for towers in the cement forest6
Midday desert, scorching sun
Nightlife during the month of Ramadan7
No distractions, create a bit of action
Games of dice, of cards, gambling, fatal attraction
Non-stop laughs, surprise arrests
Corrupted district mayors.
Walking on used needles, dreams of traveling
Car radios on sale, batches of torn off stereos
Blokes without a B plan, merciless psychos
Best friendships a man can ever build.
Sport prodigies training on waste grounds
New jokes, terrible pick up lines
Individualities cracking up because of stress
No one makes a move, no one will get hurt.
Fumes of ether, of solvents, of alcohol
Brink's trucks eyed like the jackpot
It's not funny, the dog bites when locked in a cage
Drools of rage, the bars climb up to the second floor.
Deal in hash, it's wiser if you want to take the girl out
If you fall, shut it, no drama
But school ain't far, troubles either
It starts with spankings and ends up in custody.
Look at the street, what changes ? only seasons.
You dribble concrete, spit concrete, **** concrete
You fight for nickel, what does that yield ?
Don't regret the cash when cops come knocking at your door.
Three colors on billboards8 are treating us like trash.
It's not Manilla, ok, but cigarettes turn into spliffs.
Guilty, innocent, we talk cash, percentage.
Eye for an eye, mouth for a tooth, its stressful.
Early on, its already family out there, Kader's gang9,
"Mother****er !" snotty kids already swearing.
Not easy to talk about love, factory work,
Pretty birds breaking their back in kitchens.
Councilmen keep hammering 'bout renovation, it's comforting
But it's still the same **** under the fresh layer of paint.
Our late dreams lie buried in the courtyard
At twelve, drive, die, end up like Tupac Shakur.10
Looking at pictures, adults today, buddies
Quite a few friends died already in bike crashes
TheName
Well-Known Member
Demain c'est loin (English translation)
- Artist: IAM
- Song: Demain c'est loin
•
4 translations
| Play "Demain c'est …" on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) |
English
/French
A A
Tomorrow Is Far Away
Versions: #1#2Click to see the original lyrics (French)
Ink flows, blood sheds.1
The blotting paper
Soaks up emotion, sacks images from my memories
Im talking about what my kin lives and what I witness
Guys sunk by despair and drifting away
Guys who tear at each other for 3 grands of hash
Im talking about everyday, listen closely, my lines won't make you laugh.
Laugh, smile, some have lost that, I'm thinking of Momo
Who told me "later" once, never to be seen again.
Courting the Devil to escape Hell, you made it brother
But its still misery for those behind pushing
It's chaos in high school, in the halls extinguishers are emptied11
The neighbourhood becomes a hunting ground for detectives
Backs have eyes 'cause the waters are ridden with reefs
Reap the wheat, we
The place is boiling tonight, who's the king ?
Right away, walls are reserved like parking spots.
But who can understand, when they have everything,
That a man at his wit's end strikes hard, fuelled by hatred,
And that we are not born and programmed to make some fuss.
I don't think about tomorrow cause tomorrow is far away.
A great song about how masking can be detrimental.
"
He would see faces in movies, on T.V., in magazines, and in books
He thought that some of these faces might be right for him
And that through the years, by keeping an ideal facial structure fixed in his mind
Or somewhere in the back of his mind
That he might, by force of will, cause his face to approach those of his ideal
The change would be very subtle
It might take ten years or so
Gradually his face would change its shape
A more hooked nose
Wider, thinner lips
Beady eyes
A larger forehead
He imagined that this was an ability he shared with most other people
They had also molded their faces according to some ideal
Maybe they imagined their new face
Would better suit their personality
Or maybe they imagined that their personality
Would be forced to change to fit the new appearance
This is why first impressions are often correct
Although some people might have made mistakes
They may have arrived at an appearance
That bears no relationship to them
They may have picked an ideal appearance
Based on some childish whim, or momentary impulse
Some may have gotten halfway there
And then changed their minds
He wonders if he too might have made a similar mistake"
"
He would see faces in movies, on T.V., in magazines, and in books
He thought that some of these faces might be right for him
And that through the years, by keeping an ideal facial structure fixed in his mind
Or somewhere in the back of his mind
That he might, by force of will, cause his face to approach those of his ideal
The change would be very subtle
It might take ten years or so
Gradually his face would change its shape
A more hooked nose
Wider, thinner lips
Beady eyes
A larger forehead
He imagined that this was an ability he shared with most other people
They had also molded their faces according to some ideal
Maybe they imagined their new face
Would better suit their personality
Or maybe they imagined that their personality
Would be forced to change to fit the new appearance
This is why first impressions are often correct
Although some people might have made mistakes
They may have arrived at an appearance
That bears no relationship to them
They may have picked an ideal appearance
Based on some childish whim, or momentary impulse
Some may have gotten halfway there
And then changed their minds
He wonders if he too might have made a similar mistake"
Ella Spell
Well-Known Member
There's a skeleton in everybody's closet
I can think of one or two in my own room
But I would like to introduce them both to you
You'd shake their bony hands and so dispel the gloom
Cause you're so kind
I know you would not mind
You'd send away the ghosts that haunt me now
And the things I fear
Just wouldn't seem so near
And when I stroll out late at night
There would be nothing rattling at my heels
There are nights when all my aching bones won't let me sleep
And demons come to plague me as I lie in bed
But I know if you were sleeping there beside me then
That you could fend them off and they would let me rest
There are nights
When the wind comes howling through my old place
I have dreams
And I wake up with the sweat pouring down my face
And I wait till the morning comes
There will come a time I fear when all my days are done
And they will come collect my corpse and bury me
But then I hope you'll come over to the Other Side
To join me in our new life, keep me company
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Ella Spell
Well-Known Member
Off on your way, hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude
Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free
For the words of the profits
Were written on the studio wall
Ella Spell
Well-Known Member
No not at all
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