What are you listening to?

Had some friends over last night for a singalong, this one on youtube -Ball of Confusion by the Temptations - from 1970 with its lyrics caught my eye. Nothing really changes it seems - well maybe that's not strictly true - they just get worse :-(.


People movin' out, people movin' in.
Why, because of the color of their skin.
Run, run, run, but you sho' can't hide
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Vote for me and I'll set you free
Rap on, brother, rap on.
Well, the only person talkin' 'bout love thy brother is the preacher
And it seems nobody's interested in learning but the teacher
Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration, aggravation,
humiliation, obligation to our nation
Ball Of Confusion that's what the world is today (yeah, yeah)
The sale of pills is at an all time high
young folks walkin' 'round with their heads in the sky
Cities aflame in the summer time, and oh the beat goes on
Eve of destruction, tax deduction,
City inspectors, bill collectors,
Evolution, revolution, gun control, the sound of soul,
Shootin' rockets to the moon, kids growin' up too soon
Politicians say more taxes will solve ev'rything, and the band played on.
Round and round and around we go, where the world's headed nobody knows.
Great googa mooga, can't you hear me talkin' to you, just a
Ball of Confusion that's what the world is today. (yeah, yeah)
Fear in the air, tension ev'rywhere
Unemployment rising fast, the Beatle's new record's a gas,
and the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservation,
and the band played on
Eve of destruction, tax deduction,
City inspectors, bill collectors, mod clothes in demand,
population out of hand, suicide too many bills, hippies movin' to the hills
People all over the world are shouting end the war and the band played on.
Round and round and around we go, where the world's headed nobody knows.
Great googa mooga, can't you hear me talkin' to you, just a
Ball of Confusion that's what the world is today
Let me hear you, let me hear you, let me hear you
Ball Of Confusion that's what the world is today
 
Last weekend I saw the remake from the movie A Star is Born back in the 70's, with Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga. I didn't know Cooper had such a great voice and well, we know Gaga from her comercial stuff, which im not fan of, but she does have such an amazing voice, IMO.

All the soundtrack is full of such passion that it literally made me cry 80% of the movie hehe.


 
Maat said:

Sorry if just french speakers can understand it
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You don't understand anything about anything.
You are the doggie of this country.
The horror of man has been incarnated in you.
For half a century now that you've been lying to us, you've been scheming, you've been murdering.
You are a disgrace to my country.
Shame on the pay of the most powerful, on the pay of our real leaders, the masters of actions and money.
You have left all your children, from our working-class neighbourhoods or our middle classes, behind
You rolled us in the soot.
You trampled on your own flag like we walk on flowers.
You have become the puppets of a political Real-TV that only drool and then force-feed the populace of this pathetic theatre staged by the media dictatorship.
You have left the power of the people in the hands of these puppeteers who make your head turn where the wind blows.
You maintain class racism, you maintain race racism.
For you blacks are only good at dancing, Arabs are only good at terrorizing and then whites are only good at paying.
Well done, you've done it. Racism has never been so great in this sad world.
You made our culture free to sell phones.
You let culture become the whore of access providers.
You have made art a by-product to sell diapers.
You let the rape of our culture, the arts or tomatoes take place.
All this is good only to enrich the intermediary and then your great-grandmaster the shareholder.
You send batons to fight workers' demonstrations
You write in English on the Eiffel Tower and you talk about identity.
You can no longer write or speak the language of your country.
You flout the origin of France, you amputate its spelling, you don't vote any law in line with the modern ones you sell us.
You let the impunity of the Start-Ups become Internet reality, society turns to the dictatorship of violence and you vote nothing but immobility, ever more paralyzing of our society.
You've become nothing but a treasurer who's been raiding his little people.
You are not descendants of anyone.
You're just descendants of TV shows for atrophied brains.
You are now only a Tweeter account.
For you, a TV presenter is worth more than an educator, a Tweet is more important than a letter from a veteran.
You are the corruption incarnate who preaches the tax to pay your women and children "To your health Filllon! ».
The patriotic feeling for you is learning to betray your country.


You are the disease that makes the medicine expensive.
You are the mould on the democracy tree.
You are the infinitely harmful of chronic pathologies.
You are why thousands of people are living in tents and dying of cold each winter.
You only have the word democracy in your mouth, when you only embody the spit on its banner.
You are a mediocracy.
You are pornocracy.
You are the pawns of those who bet on the debts of your neighbouring countries and your brotherly countries.
You are sad slaves to your rotten financial friendships " To your health Bolloré ! "»..
You are an account in Switzerland or Panama.
You talk about fighting when you only know how to run.
You talk about victory when you stink of defeat.
You talk about union when you are only an individual ambition.
You are the end of ideals.
You are the cause of the rise of fascism.
You are the cause of suicide people, farmers, teachers, unemployed.
You are nothing but the suitcases of the scholarship masters.
You are the flag of the Tartuffières.
You're soufrière makers, who will soon catch fire.
You will have on your hands the blood of the death of democracy one day, for the benefit of human slavery through the price of shares.
Democracy has brought forth the worst.
Let the anonymous fascism of the great stock market web continue.
Let the satellite mud continue.
Let the flow of money continue.
Let the wars continue.
Let the child continue, under the bombardments.
May the death of the working class continue.
What more chemical that violates your land.
Very sad policies puppets with their pants down

The financier fucks companies. Companies fuck the countries. Companies finance the media. The media get politicians elected.
And the politician fucks his people!


Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator
 
A SIMPLE AND GREAT SONG ON DREAMS THAT WANT TO BECOME REALITY.

LUIS - FRANCO DE VITA.


A quarter for six already ready to go
it waits down his taxi, the traffic and the city,
He has been here for years,
Trying to round an easier way,

What he wants is to sing

Half poet the lord, he has written some song
And from a player the Beatles are his passion
And dream of scenarios,
While changing the light from red to green
There is not much time to dream

Luis (Luis), his stage name is Luis,
The people shout when they see it.

On his back,
A wife and a son to feed
But that does not stop Luis from what he can dream
Long hair to the shoulder,
That is not used anymore, but Luis
He does not care what he wants is to sing
Oh wow oh wow oh wow
Luis, his stage name is Luis,
People shout when they see him, Luis,
Everything romantic is Luis,
Fighting with traffic.

And dream of scenarios,
While changing the light from red to green
There is not much time to dream

One day, Luis woke up with a concern
and looking at yourself in the mirror is not the same,
time flies also for poor Luis
that still does not lose the desire to be able to sing

ouh ouh ouh lu u is,
her artistic name is lu u is

people shout when they see it: lu u is
all romantico is lu u is

struggling with traffic is l u u is
 
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