La chanson du jour (1194)

20 mars 2017

Run to the Hills de Iron Maiden.

White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes killed our creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?


La chanson du jour (891)

26 mai 2016

2 Minutes to Midnight de Iron Maiden.

Body bags and little rags
Of children torn in two
The jellied brains of those who remain
Put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words
And make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions
To make a better kind of gun


La chanson du jour (850)

10 avril 2016

Aces High de Iron Maiden.

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble we’ve got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks there’s no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before it’s too late.


La chanson du jour (779)

28 janvier 2016

Can I Play With Madness de Iron Maiden.

Can I play with madness?
The prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness?
There’s no vision there at all
Can I play with madness?
The prophet looked at me and laughed at me
He said: Can I play with madness?
He said you’re blind, too blind to see


La chanson du jour (717)

14 décembre 2015

Wasted Years de Iron Maiden.

Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind
Can’t ease this pain, so easily
When you can’t find the words to say it’s hard to
make it through another day
And it makes me wanna cry and throw my
hands up to the sky


La chanson du jour (611)

16 août 2015

Powerslave de Iron Maiden.

Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I don’t wanna die, I’m a God,
Why can’t I live on?
When the Life Giver dies,
All around is laid waste,
And in my last hour,
I’m a Slave to the Power of Death


La chanson du jour (264)

29 septembre 2014

Nomad de Iron Maiden.

Nomad, you’re the rider so mysterious
Nomad, you’re the spirit that men fear in us
Nomad, you’re the rider of the desert sands
No man ever understood your genius