[plaisir: «Slow horses», θρίλερ κατασκοπείας, song by Mick Jagger·
04/11/2025 § Σχολιάστε
Το Slow Horses είναι μια Υπέροχη βρετανική τηλεοπτική σειρά θρίλερ κατασκοπείας, και μαύρου χιούμορ ―που βλέπω τελευταία― βασισμένη στη σειρά μυθιστορημάτων Slough House του Mick Herron, που δημιουργήθηκε από τον Will Smith. Ακολουθεί μια μονάδα της MI5 όπου ατιμασμένοι ή αποτυχημένοι πράκτορες παραδίδονται, υπό την επίβλεψη του Jackson Lamb (Gary Oldman).
Το soundtrack τραγούδι εκτελείται αριστουργηματικά από τον Mick Jagger, ακούστε το:
Strange Game
Surrounded by losers
Misfits and boozers
Hanging by your fingernails
You made one mistake
You got burned at the stake
You’re finished, you’re foolish, you failed
There’s always a hope
On this slippery slope
Somewhere a ghost of a chance
To get back in that game
And burn off your shame
And dance with the big boys again
It’s a strange, strange game
Strange, strange game
Such a shame, shame, shame
Yes a strange game
You got to carry the blame
In this strange game
You’re out on a limb
And you’re trying to get in
It’s a strange game
You piled up the corpses
Exhausted your sources
Living right under a cloud
The odds are against you
The gods haven’t blessed you
You better get back on the rails
Drill down on the data
Keep pushing the paper
The damps dripping down on the walls
It’s a million to one
There’s a place in the sun
To dance with the big boys again
It’s a strange, strange game
Strange, oh, so strange
You don’t even know my real name
It’s a strange game
You got to carry the blame
In this strange strange game
You’re out on a limb
Trying hard to get in
It’s a strange game
Πηγή: LyricFind
Τραγουδοποιοί: Daniel Pemberton / Mick Jagger
Στίχοι τραγουδιού Strange Game © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
[summertime ·
23/05/2025 § Σχολιάστε
Summertime and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good lookin’
So hush, little baby, don’t you cry
One of these mornings
You’re gonna rise up singin’
Yes, you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky
Mm, but ’til that mornin’
There’s nothin’ can harm you
Yes, with Daddy and Mommy standin’ by
Summertime and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy’s rich (Dad is rich)
And your ma is good lookin’
(Your ma good lookin’, ah, don’t you see it? Ooh)
So hush, little baby (new mornin’), baby, don’t you cry
(Oh, don’t you cry, oh, don’t you cry)
Don’t you cry (oh, don’t you cry, oh, don’t you cry)
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Summertime is sung by Ella Fitzgerald and Paul Smith Quartet.
Lyrics by The Paul Smith Quartet.
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[I contain multitudes·
19/12/2020 § Σχολιάστε
Bob Dylan’s latest single is the work of someone who knows that he is shuffling towards the end of life GETTY IMAGES
Lyrics
Today and tomorrow, and yesterday, too
The flowers are dyin’ like all things do
Follow me close, I’m going to Balian Bali
I’ll lose my mind if you don’t come with me
I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds
I contain multitudes
Got a tell-tale heart, like Mr. Poe
Got skeletons in the walls of people you know
I’ll drink to the truth and the things we said
I’ll drink to the man that shares your bed
I paint landscapes, and I paint nudes
I contain multitudes
Red Cadillac and a black mustache
Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash
Tell me, what’s next? What shall we do?
Half my soul, baby, belongs to you
I relic and I frolic with all the young dudes
I contain multitudes
I’m just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys, The Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
I go right where all things lost are made good again
I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
Everything’s flowing all at the same time
I live on the boulevard of crime
I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
I contain multitudes
Pink petal-pushers, red blue jeans
All the pretty maids, and all the old queens
All the old queens from all my past lives
I carry four pistols and two large knives
I’m a man of contradictions, I’m a man of many moods
I contain multitudes
You greedy old wolf, I’ll show you my heart
But not all of it, only the hateful part
I’ll sell you down the river, I’ll put a price on your head
What more can I tell you? I sleep with life and death in the same bed
Get lost, madame, get up off my knee
Keep your mouth away from me
I’ll keep the path open, the path in my mind
I’ll see to it that there’s no love left behind
I’ll play Beethoven’s sonatas, and Chopin’s preludes
I contain multitudes
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Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
I Contain Multitudes lyrics ©Special Rider Music
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[plaisir: Tiffany’s ·
10/06/2019 § Σχολιάστε
Moon river wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style someday (someday, day)
A dream maker (maker, maker)
My heartbreaker (you heartbreaker)
Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ that way (the same, the same)
Two drifters off to see the world
There’s such a crazy world to see
We’re all chasin’ after all the same
Chasing after our rainbow’s end
Moon river wider than a mile
Crossin’ in style someday
My dream maker
Heartbreaker
Wherever you’re going I’m going the same
Two drifters off to see the world
It’s such a crazy world you’ll see (What I see, who I become)
What I see, who I become
We’re all chasin’ after our end
Chasin’ after our ends
Life’s just around the bend, my friend
Moon river and me
From the film Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Directed by Blake Edwards
Writers: Truman Capote (based on the novel by), George Axelrod (screenplay)
Audrey Hepburn, George Peppard, Patricia Neal and more → here
Songwriters:
Lyrics: Johnny Mercer
Music: Henry Mancini
Moon River lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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