C'était un cordonnier, sans rien d'particulier Dans un village dont le nom m'a échappé Qui faisait des souliers si jolis, si légers Que nos vies semblaient un peu moins lourdes à porter
Il y mettait du temps, du talent et du cœur Ainsi passait sa vie au milieu de nos heures Et loin des beaux discours, des grandes théories A sa tâche chaque jour, on pouvait dire de lui Il changeait la vie
C'était un professeur, un simple professeur Qui pensait que savoir était un grand trésor Que tous les moins que rien n'avaient pour s'en sortir Que l'école et le droit qu'a chacun de s'instruire
Il y mettait du temps, du talent et du cœur Ainsi passait sa vie au milieu de nos heures Et loin des beaux discours, des grandes théories A sa tâche chaque jour, on pouvait dire de lui Il changeait la vie
C'était un p'tit bonhomme, rien qu'un tout p'tit bonhomme Malhabile et rêveur, un peu loupé en somme Se croyait inutile, banni des autres hommes Il pleurait sur son saxophone
Il y mit tant de temps, de larmes et de douleur Les rêves de sa vie, les prisons de son cœur Et loin des beaux discours, des grandes théories Inspiré jour après jour de son souffle et de ses cris Il changeait la vie
Parce que j'aime beaucoup ce texte et que j'avais un peu oublié cette chanson.
The silicon chip inside her head Gets switched to overload. And nobody's gonna go to school today, She's going to make them stay at home. And daddy doesn't understand it, He always said she was as good as gold. And he can see no reason 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to be shown?
Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. I want to shoot The whole day down.
The telex machine is kept so clean As it types to a waiting world. And mother feels so shocked, Father's world is rocked, And their thoughts turn to Their own little girl. Sweet 16 ain't so peachy keen, No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat. They can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to be shown?
Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. I want to shoot The whole day down.
All the playing's stopped in the playground now She wants to play with her toys a while. And school's out early and soon we'll be learning And the lesson today is how to die. And then the bullhorn crackles, And the captain crackles, With the problems and the how's and why's. And he can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to die?
Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. I want to shoot The whole day down.
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long Caught somewhere between a boy and man She was seventeen and she was far from in-between It was summertime in Northern Michigan
Splashing through the sand bar Talking by the campfire It's the simple things in life, like when and where We didn't have no internet But man I never will forget The way the moonlight shined upon her hair
And we were trying different things We were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favorite song Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Catching Walleye from the dock Watching the waves roll off the rocks She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul We'd blister in the sun We couldn't wait for night to come To hit that sand and play some rock and roll
While we were trying different things And we were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favorite song Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves began to change Or how we thought those days would never end Sometimes I'll hear that song and I'll start to sing along And think man I'd love to see that girl again
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
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