Touche à tout, faut bien gagner son pain, notre Denise est encore l'un des secrets bien gardés de la malle au trésor soul de notre Amérique à nous. Du coffre et du feutre, sens inné du rythme, tout pour plaire, du côté d'Ann Peebles peut-être, en plus triviale, idéale à la tombée du jour automnal, au lever printanier, voix qui épouse tout espace, papillonne, tourbillonne délicieusement, alors quand elle déclare son amour à son producteur en chef, je suis aux manettes et je libère le son... "Loud and clear Heartbreaker of the year... Look out the broken heart you left behind... You must be proud of the record you saved now... You're the best director baby, You're the best producer of this feeling in my heart and you gave the best performance..."
Deep, country & northern soul sentiments par Miss LaSalle, Leflore county, Mississippi
Touche à tout, faut bien gagner son pain, notre Denise est encore l'un des secrets bien gardés de la malle au trésor soul de notre Amérique à nous. Du coffre et du feutre, sens inné du rythme, tout pour plaire, du côté d'Ann Peebles peut-être, en plus triviale, idéale à la tombée du jour automnal, au lever printanier, voix qui épouse tout espace, papillonne, tourbillonne délicieusement, alors quand elle déclare son amour à son producteur en chef, je suis aux manettes et je libère le son... "Loud and clear Heartbreaker of the year... Look out the broken heart you left behind... You must be proud of the record you saved now... You're the best director baby, You're the best producer of this feeling in my heart and you gave the best performance..."
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It's too late / Carole King
Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time
There's something wrong here
There can be no denying
One of us is changing
Or maybe we've just stopped trying
And it's too late baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it
It used to be so easy living here with you
You were light and breezy
And I knew just what to do
Now you look so unhappy
And I feel like a fool
And it's too late baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died
and I can't hide it
And I just can't fake it
There'll be good times again for me and you
But we just can't stay together
Don't you feel it too
Still I'm glad for what we had
And how I once loved you
But it's too late baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it
Don't you know that I...
I just can't fake it
Oh it's too late my baby
Too late my baby
You know
It's too late my baby
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