Guy Forsyth — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Long Long Time
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Long Long Time » de Guy Forsyth.
Paroles
It’s been a long, long, long, long
Long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, time
It’s been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long,
long, time
When I was a kid, I used to draw airplanes, with stars and bars shooting down
airplanes, adorned with hammers and sickles
I bought a hundred water guns so I could save the world, saving my lunch money
and stealing my father’s quarters, dimes, and nickels
I discovered religion watching Luke Skywalker rescue Princess Leia and
destroying the Death Star by letting go and closing his eyes
And I devoured comic books, Greek colored mythologies taught me right and wrong,
and if you believe, you can fly
It’s been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long,
long time
It’s been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long,
long time
I remember listening to songs about trains and feeling the rush of wonder at
the possibility that the world was infinite and accessible all at the same time.
And then it was songs about highways and born to be wild and little red
corvette and the road went on forever in my mind
But now it’s clogged bumper to bumper with stinking SUVs and two-story pickup
trucks that can drive over anything except the two-story pickup truck right in
front of it
Not even the highways look the same, Starbucks and 711s and Walmarts jam the
feeder roads. We don’t live around this mess, we live under it
It’s been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long,
long time
It’s been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long,
long time
Since I felt fine
Now all the songs are about gangsters and guns and the TV speeds by at 100
deaths an hour and everyone wants to pull off the crime of the century
Steal two hundred gazillion dollars, enough to buy myself an island and build a
real honest-to-God train on it for no one but me
And get away with it. Get away with it. We Americans are freedom-loving people
and nothing says freedom like getting away with it
We went from Billy the Kid to Richard Nixon, Enron, X-on, O.J. Simpson…
We used to dream about heroes, but now it’s just how to beat the system
So where to we go to dream now? Up on the roof of the projects, straining
through the city lights to see if they’ve built golden arches on the moon yet?
Self-medicated, Half-sedated, trying our best to stay distracted,
living life according to the TV set
Corporations owning nations, telling us «don't change the station,
it’s the only safe way to win the human race.»
I wonder how the world sees us
Rich beyond compare, powerful without equal, a spoiled, drunk, 15-year-old
waving a gun in their face
It’s been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long,
long time
It’s been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long,
long time
It’s been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long,
long time
It’s been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long,
long time
Since I felt fine
Traduction des paroles
Et sortir avec elle. Sortir avec elle. Nous, les Américains, sommes des gens épris de liberté
et rien ne dit liberté comme s'en tirer avec elle
Nous sommes passés de Billy the Kid à Richard Nixon, Enron, X-on, O. J. Simpson…
Nous avions l'habitude de rêver de héros, mais maintenant c'est juste comment battre le système
Alors où nous aller à rêver maintenant? Sur le toit des projets, à rude épreuve
à travers les lumières de la ville pour voir s'ils ont déjà construit des arches dorées sur la Lune?
Auto-médicamenté, Semi-sédatif, essayer de notre mieux pour rester distrait,
vivre la vie selon le TÉLÉVISEUR
Sociétés possédant des nations, nous disant " Ne changez pas la station,
c'est le seul moyen sûr de gagner la race humaine.»
Je me demande comment le monde nous voit
Riche au-delà de comparer, puissant sans égal, un gâté, ivre, âgé de 15 ans
agitant un pistolet dans leur visage
Il a été un long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long,
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Depuis que je me sentais bien