[Q1.1/o2] Mike Oldfield

-TO FRANCE- (Voz: Maggie Reilly)

Taking on water,
Sailing a restless sea
From a memory,
A fantasy.
The wind carries
Into white water,
Far from the islands.
Don't you know you're
Never going to get to France.
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
Never going to get to France.
Could a new romance ever bind you?
Walking on foreign ground,
Like a shadow,
Roaming in far off
Territory.
Over your shoulder,
Stories unfold, you're
Searching for sanctuary.
You know you're
Never going to get to France...
I see a picture
By the lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?
Never going to get to France...
I see a picture
By the lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?
Never going to get to France...
Never going to get to France.
Never going to...
Never going to get to France.
Never going to...
Never going to get to France.
Never going to...

Discovery, Mike Oldfield - 1984

[Q2.2/o2] Manic Street Preachers

- LITTLE BABY NOTHING -

No one likes looking at you
Your lack of ego offends male mentality
They need your innocence
To steal vacant love and to destroy
Your beauty and virginity used like toys

My mind is dead, everybody loves me
Wants a slice of me
Hopelessly passive and compatible
Need to belong, oh the roads are scarey
So hold me in your arms
I wanna be your only possession

Used, used, used by men
Used, used, used by men

All they leave behind is money
Paper made out of broken twisted trees
Your pretty face offends
Because its something real that I cant touch
Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower

No God reached me, faded films and loving books
Black and white tv
All the world does not exist for me
And if Im starving, you can feed me lollipops
Your diet will crush me
My life just an old mans memory

Little baby nothing
Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty
Dress your life in loathing
Breaking your mind with barbie doll futility

Little baby nothing
Sexually free, made-up to breakup
Assassinated beauty
Moths broken up, quenched at last
The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by

You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock n roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and despair

You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock n roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and despair

Generation Terrorists, Manic Street Preachers - 1992

[Q3.1/o3] Josh Rouse

- SWEETIE -

Lazy dreamers on a Winter's night
making plans of the Spring
Paint a picture while I put away my clothes

Crooked couple standing side by side
Is that you? Is that me?
Life in circles, and we dream up someplace to go

We'll sleep on rooftops
We'll ride on bicycles
Baby, we'll get married
Don't you want to, Sweetie?

So much talent you're not fit for this world
As an actress, there's no screen
A couple movies, now you're stuck in this Broadway show

Sink full of dishes and a dirty face
Where's the passion? Talk is cheap
Life in circles, then we turn the lights down low

We'll sleep on rooftops
We'll ride on bicycles
Baby, we'll get married
Don't you want to, Sweetie?

We hear some music
Coming from the street down below
And the melody carries
Oh, you sing with me, Sweetie

Girl, you sing with me
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La
(repete)

And if I can love you
Just like you deserve to be
Tell me, what's your feeling
Don't you want to, Sweetie?

Hear pretty, pretty music
coming from the street down below
And the melody carries
Won't you sing with me, Sweetie?

We'll walk down boardwalks
We'll ride on bicycles
Baby, we'll get married
Don't you want to, sweetie?
Don't you want to, sweetie?

Don't you want to, sweetie?

Country Mouse, City House, Josh Rouse - 2007