Une vie, parmi tant d'autres ...

... nous voilà !

Et oui, j'ai la chance de me rendre mardi dans la capitale du Royaume. Au programme, visite de la National Gallery (c'est la photo), puis de Westminster Abbey, passage obligé par la case "pub" et sinon poursuite de l'étude des populations par la chapitre suivant : "Les jeunes Anglaises sont-elles toujours aussi peu frileuses ?" (s'en suivra une étude comparative avec les mesures prises il y a 4 ans, en 2nde).

Ah et grande première, pour une fois, ce n'est pas à bord d'un ferry que nous débarquerons en Angleterre mais en s'infiltrant sournoisement par le Tunnel en Eurostar.

Suite au prochain épisode ...

So you're leaving in the morning on the early train
I could say everything's alright
And I could pretend and say goodbye
Got your ticket
Got your suitcase
Got your leaving smile
I could say that's the way it goes
And I could pretend and you won't know
That I was lying

Cause I can't stop loving you
No I can't stop loving you
No I won't stop loving you
Why should I?

We took a taxi to the station, not a word was said
And I saw you walk across the road
For maybe the last time I don't know
Feeling humble
I heard a rumble
On the railway track
And when I hear that whistle blow
I'll walk away and you won't know
That I'll be crying

Cause I can't stop loving you
No I can't stop loving you
No I won't stop loving you
Why should I?

Even try ......I'll always be here by your side
Why, why, why ......I never wanted to say goodbye
Why even try ....I'm always here if you change, change your mind

So you're leaving in the morning on the early train
I could say everything's alright
And I could pretend and say goodbye
But that would be lying

Cause I can't stop loving you
No I can't stop loving you
No I won't stop loving you
Why should I even try?

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If life is a river and your heart is a boat
And just like a water baby, baby born to float
And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high
And your heart is Amelia dying to fly
Heaven knows no frontiers and I've seen heaven in your eyes

And if life is a bar room in which we must wait
'Round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates
Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates
And we stack all the dead men in self addressed crates

In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark
That somehow this black night
Feels warmer for the spark
Warmer for the spark
To hold us 'til the day
When fear will lose its grip
And heaven has its ways

Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes

If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails
And your spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's jails

Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right
And your heart is a pure flame of man's constant night

In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark
That somehow this black night
Feels warmer for the spark
Warmer for the spark
To hold us 'til the day when fear will lose its grip
And heaven has its ways
And heaven has its ways
When all will harmonise
And you know what's in our hearts
The dream will realise

Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes

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Oh the wind whistles down
the cold dark street tonight
and the people they were dancing
to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls
with the curls in their hair
And the shy tormented youth sit
way over there
And the songs they get louder
each one better than before

and you're singing the songs
thinking this is the life
and you wake up in the morning
and your head feels twice the size
where you gonna go
where you gonna go
where you gonna sleep tonight
and you're singing the songs
thinking this is the life
and you wake up in the morning
and your head feels twice the size
where you gonna go
where you gonna go
where you gonna sleep tonight
where you gonna sleep tonight

So you're heading down the road
in your taxi for four
And you're waiting outside Jimmy's front door
But nobody's in and nobody's home till four
So you're sitting there with nothing to do
Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew.
and where you're gonna go and where your gonna sleep tonight.

Chorus

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Chères amies, chers amis, visiteurs de tous horizons, voilà près d'un an que ce blog n'a pas bougé mais bon, j'étais occupé par d'autres sujets plus ou moins importants parmi lesquels mon année de Sup, la séparation de mes parents et d'autres encore qu'il ne vous est pas nécessaire de connaître (ceux qui le doivent les connaissent déjà).

Aussi ai-je décidé, à l'aube de cette année de Spé de reprendre du service ici. Pour commencer, je vous propose donc quelques chansons :
la première, je l'ai découverte il y a peu et j'ai bien aimé dîtes-moi si vous la connaissez et ce que vous en pensez ;
la seconde, c'est une chanson d'un de mes groupes favoris, les Corrs ;
la troisième est une chanson de Phil Collins que je connaissais déjà et que vous connaissez sûrement mais que j'ai redécouverte l'autre jour et que j'avais envie de partager avec vous.