Quelle banne blogue!: Neil Young: "Cortez the killer, Danger bird". C'est long, c'est beau, c'est bon et forcément subtil. Play loud pour faveur! Gardien, voyant, sonic et passeur, que serais-je sans toît?

Neil Young: "Cortez the killer, Danger bird". C'est long, c'est beau, c'est bon et forcément subtil. Play loud pour faveur! Gardien, voyant, sonic et passeur, que serais-je sans toît?

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Fièvre de Monarc' a dit…: He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for the new world
In that palace in the sun.

On the shore lay montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered
With the secrets of the worlds.

And his subjects gathered round him
Like the leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see.

And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on.

Hate was just a legend
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones.

They carried them to the flatlands
And they died along the way
But they built up with their bare hands
What we still cant do today.

And I know shes living there
And she loves me to this day
I still cant remember when
Or how I lost my way.

He came dancing across the water
Cortez, cortez
What a killer.; 11/7/09
Fièvre de Monarc' a dit…: Danger bird, he flies alone
And he rides the wind back to his home
Although his wings have turned to stone

And we used to be so calm
Now I think about you all day long That's the moment that he cracked
'Cause you've been with another man long ago in the museum with his friends.
Here you are and here I am.

The jailbird takes the raps
And he finds himself spread-eagled on the tracks
But the training that he learned will get him nowhere fast.

And I know we should be free (With the rain pounding on his back he recalls)
But freedom's just a prison to me (the moment that he cracked long ago in the museum)
'Cause I lied to keep it kind (with his friends)
When I left you far behind. (And like those memories the rain keeps pounding)
down, down, down

And though these wings have turned to stone
I can fly fly fly away.
Watch me fly above the city
Like a shadow on the sky.
Fly, fly, fly.; 11/7/09
Unknown a dit…: J'ai passé plus d'heures de mon existence à "respirer" la musique, les textes, l'univers particulier de Neil Young qu'à vivre.
Merci Fr'do.; 11/7/09
Fièvre de Monarc' a dit…: voilà la connection, david jones et country mis à part ;-) il m'est arrivé à peu près la même chose, mais de vivre après cet envahissement vaut bien le coup!
Merci à toi; 11/7/09
Fièvre de Monarc' a dit…: papa young en juin dernier en face de chez monarc', neil en mon jardin!; 24/7/09
Unknown a dit…: http://dolcesakura.blogspot.com/2009/07/neil-young.html#links
Puisqu'il faut te l'apporter à domicile! GGGGRRRRrrrr!
Neil en ton jardin! Pfff! quel veinard ! Moi j'ai niente en mon jardin. J'ai pas de jardin ! HHHHAAAAAAAA!
Allez je me sauve à toutes jambes!! .....................; 25/7/09

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