Paroles et musique : Raymond Fau. Presses d'Ile-de-France. 1. Elle avait des cheveux de laine, Madeleine. Elle avait deux jolis bas blonds, Madelon. Elle n'tait pas comme toutes les Madeleines.
Rock!. . Jeg gr i skogen med en megablaster,. jeg skal bekjempe en ninjamaster (hay-ja, dsj!).. Jeg skjuler meg bak ei gran,. jeg lader blaster'n og drikker tran..
Verse 1. Far away an Angel sings,. Gentle, silent, soft, and strong.. Far away with magic wings,. One sweet voice, all along,. One sweet voice, all along..
Verse 1. My Grandfather had a scar on his face and lived alone,. He got buried six feet under in a coffin made of stone.. Hed sit at his piano, sing a simple little song,.
Intro. Mr Fox rises every morning when the cock crows,. Puts on his red hat, shuts the door, away he goes.. Shuffles down his path, out onto the road,.
Intro. Two little eyes peep out from a hole,. Four little feet skate round a baited trap,. The world looks so big from the eyes of a rat.. . Verse 1. Chris has the hot water running, preparing for his bath,.
I. have wondered about you. Where will you be. when this is through?. If all. If all goes as planned. Will you redeem. my life again?. My life again?.
This is it, you know I had enough. I'm tired of you pushin' luck. It's all the stupid things that you do. That makes me so fed up with you. . Here you go talk, talk, talking again.
See the priest in gleaming nappies. Gurgling and burping child at play. Signing warrents, blessing firing squads. are the pleasures of this baby's day.
The mother of the nation has gone; she has hobbled off to her uncertain fate, having only a tycoon's salary given to her to fund the purchase of that monkey-shit-brown hair rinse we know so well. They act like nothing ever happened, but it did. It's too late--too late for the thousands driven to mental illness, premature old age and suicide by the force-feeding to them of a daily diet of despair and the doctrine of their own obsolescence. Too late for the thousands of teenagers who grew up illiterate but unaccountably proud that their nation spent the money it could have been spent on educating them to buy guns--guns which this country is too feeble and unimportant to need to use..
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I got ramblin'. I got ramblin' on my mind. I got ramblin'. I got ramblin' all on my mind. Hate to leave my baby. But you treats me so unkind. I got mean things.
Held a sign on on the corner of Pacos. with my hand in my pocket. pants made of thread. Sun beat down on my back, I was drowsy. wearing nothing for shoes and a bun on my head.
Verse one. I'm livin' in hell, where all these niggaz. Got stories to tell, I be blasin't on these bitch niggaz. Servin' well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth.
Is it just me or is there something missing?. discovered in that photograph many years from now,. considered satallites tranverse and guide your back,.
Well I check the time. Stand in line. I'm on my own again. By myself. My best friend. All those things you did, you said. Never really meant. So right now I'm back here once again.
Mylene Farmer ( From Star Club Magazine Portrait). Born: September 12th, 1961. Birth place: Montreal, Canada. Height: 1.67 m. Weight: 49 kg. Eyes: light brown.
Un maman a tort. Deux c'est beau l'amour. Trois l'infirmière pleure. Quatre je l'aime. Cinq il est d'mon droit. Six de tout toucher. Sept je m'arrête pas là.
May you never lay your head down. Without a hand to hold. May you never make your bed out in the cold. You're just like a great and strong brother of mine.
I can't work it out. You can't stand me up. Time is on hand, I've learned my lesson. Time is so short. But it's so precious to us. Us. . I laugh, you cry.