i can never pay my bills. i can never just sit still. i never know what i should say. i hope you love me anyways. hey hey. i know i can be obscene. i'm addicted to caffeine.
So you've got all the answers. To the questions your heart asks. What you won't say won't hurt you. Now it's coming all too fast. . You're the one I can't figure out.
Jesus Christ, with signs followin',. serpents in the air.. Hellbent on heaven bound,. your earthly end is near.. . Guarded by the divine,. we're practicin' our faith..
Hurry up now, turn the water into coffee,. Is it there? are you here?. Did you just wake up?. Did you just fuck up?. Indulge my tug. and yer outside, upon the ground.
Waiting for the lozenge to clear yer throat. So you can stand up and say all the words you wrote. All along the fences, all along the lines. Yer gumption's fading and the honeysuckle's dyin'.
Tell me what U what U wanna~. Tell me what U what U wanna~. U really wanna~. Come on ya~ what U what U really that's U runner~ Oh. . Come on ya~ what U got to say~ (holla~).
When you're lost in the rain in Juarez and it's Easter time too. And your gravity fails and negativity won't pull you through. Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue.
Meet Jack Slim, a decent man. Who'll always do the best he can. An upright guy, he'll always stand. In his home down by the sea. . Amongst the groves and tupelos.
Friday night she's not alone. I wonder who's going to drive her home. And walk her to the door. And will she give him a good night kiss. Monday at schoot she says hello.
Jean-Jacques Goldman/Jean-Jacques Goldman. Juste, juste un petit moment encore. Ici, il fait si beau, il fait si froid dehors. a ne prendra pas bien longtemps.
Aprs les brumes, o commence le ciel. O les aigles reculent, o manque l'oxygne. O les grands froids rgnent mme au soleil. Aux neiges ternelles. O rien ne pousse, o les mes s'teignent.
I can give you a voice bred with rhythm and soul. The heart of a welsh who's lost his home. Put it in harmony let the words ring. Carry your thoughts in the songs we sing.
Paroles et musique : Jean-Jacques Goldman. J.R.G. ditions Musicales. 1. Comme un bateau drive. Sans but et sans mobile. Je marche dans la ville. Tout seul et anonyme.
Faudrait que j'me clotre,. Faudrait que j'coupe du bois,. Que j'me mette en costume. Et que je marche tout droit.. Faudrait que j'devienne plus sage,.
Jean-Jacques Goldman/Jean-Jacques Goldman. Jusqu'au trfonds de mes veines. Jusqu'aux gouttes de mon sang. Jusqu'aux lourdes portes en chne. De tous mes chteaux d'enfant.
Jean-Jacques Goldman/Jean-Jacques Goldman. Jusqu'au trfonds de mes veines. Jusqu'aux gouttes de mon sang. Jusqu'aux lourdes portes en chne. De tous mes chteaux d'enfant.
Elle a teint la lumire. Et puis qu'est ce qu'elle a bien pu faire. Juste aprs?. Se balader, prendre l'air?. Oublier le sang l'ther. C'tait la nuit ou le jour?.
Elle a teint la lumière. Et puis qu'est ce qu'elle a bien pu faire. Juste aprs?. Se balader, prendre l'air?. Oublier le sang l'ther. C'tait la nuit ou le jour?.