Life becomes so flat, oh no. Comes and goes an goes just up and down. Never getting fat, not for long. Comes and goes an goes just up and down. . Pretending to death.
Aut vincere, aut vari.. . Falling down.. Everything around me seems so fake:. Where should I land?. And time, your time,. Was nothing but a lie.. And my life was the plan..
Cut my eyes on visions of you. Memories aren't clear. I lost touch with the boy I knew. While you were still here. . Have you met your God?. Does he know I'm in pain?.
Sometimes I try not to hate myself. For everything I never said. When you were here. And so I'm burning up photographs. Of what was a perfect past. 'Cause I'm still here.
Did you ever confess. In all the stories you are jumping around hello. Now I'm lightnigh for fun. Your trembling secrets in your golden gun hello. Don't fake it shake it.
Maybe baby this is mirror sand. Where you fancy. And you let yourself get out of hand right. Maybe baby this is all I have. Want to twist my little finger.
Maybe get on that roof for a while. Lately I seem to run out of smile. Faces and places and a can of fresh water. In metal blue and all this song is about you.
Open and close like a hole in your nose. Got one in my shoe baby it's talking to you. Can you ever size unbelievable lies. Wasting your time in a line.
I'm over my head. And I think I said something. Under my breath. But I swear it meant nothing. I'd rather be dead. Than let go of this passion. Forget what I said.
No need to tell me what you're thinking. I see it in your eyes you're barely breathing. Can't believe I'm seeing what I'm seeing. Let's take this time alone.
[See these bleeding hands that you left to dry. Your garden is stolen, your flowers died. Bow to your own deeds, bow down in shame. May the woods have mercy on your soul].
Monkeys kick each others asses,. Laughter is heard around in the distance.. Eating, fucking and something more. Are the things worthy to live.. Monkeys kick each others asses,.
I cant stand the sound.. Of cymbals and brass.. Theres no one around.. Heart braking like glass.. . I still hear your voice.. Its fading away.. Among all this noise..
with burning eyes a glance to darkness the countour beast is rising consolation in the. figureine of discipline caught between thoughtlessness and reason wanting to fell life flow.
Paroles et musique : Enrico Macias et Jacques Demarny. 1975 Warner Chappell Music France. Capo II. R. Qu'il soit un dmon, qu'il soit noir ou blanc. Il a le coeur pur, il est toute innocence.
This is a song I wrote by mistake. Which is nice. . My ex-girlfriend's boyfriend's got a band. He writes love songs about her, and from what I understand.
I'm a mutha fukka on a motorcycle. (She's a mutha fukka on a motorcycle). Oh, I'm a mutha fukka on a motorcycle. (She's a mutha fukka on a motorcycle).
She is a financier. Employed me for a year. I clean her office shine her chandelier. . I'm risking my career. I took us for a beer. I'm wondering where do we go from here.
I got the joint. I got the joint jumpin'. Oh baby, got my mojo pumpin'. . I got the joint. I got the joint jumpin'. Oh baby, got my mojo pumpin'. I got the joint.