....we saw here quite recently, and she was just as beautiful and lovely as she is on that video.
If you're familiar with that song, you'll notice that unlike most singers, Elina ends it softly without pushing her voice too much, which is actually true to the spirit of the character she's playing at that moment. The last 5 seconds of this song always make me shiver.
It's true...Elina, mon coeur s'ouvre à ta voix...
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Friday, January 16, 2009
She needs it...
... Help that is...
back from the rocking world of the 90's.
After her big breakthrough, Joan was always more about the raw sexual rock back then than the "what if God was a slut" song let us believe she was.
It seems she settled down now with country music. Let's guess her hormones have decreased.
Gosh, some might say, she had something going with the microphone, but we don't care. Our cowboy side is just totally aroused.
DAMN !
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back from the rocking world of the 90's.
After her big breakthrough, Joan was always more about the raw sexual rock back then than the "what if God was a slut" song let us believe she was.
It seems she settled down now with country music. Let's guess her hormones have decreased.
Gosh, some might say, she had something going with the microphone, but we don't care. Our cowboy side is just totally aroused.
DAMN !
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
One thing about the living...
One thing about the living
Every now and then one of us
Stops dying for a moment
After forty days, it came back in December while the wind blew like Baltimore around this southern city. It came back. It walked around talking to gardeners, waving at football players, luring me back to your bed. It came back, colder, deeper, more terrible than I remembered. I knew the route it took to find me, the detours it made, the washed-out bridge, the dangerous ferry crossing. I pretended it was cat wailing on another roof.
Later I took it to lunch. I fed it bread and wine. I gave some to Spooky nd some to Irise and some to the football players and poured some into a letter and went upstairs and got into bed and held it while it took my arms and legs. I closed my eyes it grew heavier. I held still it grew heavier.
Ellen Gilchrist “Net of jewels”
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Every now and then one of us
Stops dying for a moment
After forty days, it came back in December while the wind blew like Baltimore around this southern city. It came back. It walked around talking to gardeners, waving at football players, luring me back to your bed. It came back, colder, deeper, more terrible than I remembered. I knew the route it took to find me, the detours it made, the washed-out bridge, the dangerous ferry crossing. I pretended it was cat wailing on another roof.
Later I took it to lunch. I fed it bread and wine. I gave some to Spooky nd some to Irise and some to the football players and poured some into a letter and went upstairs and got into bed and held it while it took my arms and legs. I closed my eyes it grew heavier. I held still it grew heavier.
Ellen Gilchrist “Net of jewels”
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Back with a bang !
Well, we're back from our wonderful vacations and only to find that Miss Cross is releasing new songs.
so far there's just one : August Moon , whose lyrics and video you can find on Michelle's website :
http://www.michellecross.com/
or :
It's not the tattoo, it's not the hair, it's not the voice, it's just everything, call it style ? no... it's just talent.
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Friday, January 2, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
What you won't see in Paris
Once again, we hate censorship and hypochristians. May your spawn be doomed ! Billboard censored :
"Fred's happy because he's kissing the man of his life..."
"What difference does that make for you ?"
"Because for him, it's important."
DAMN RIGHT !!!
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