Harmonium. . La fin des jours d'automne est pnetrante,. Ah penetrante jusqu' la douleur,. Sensation dlicieuse et intense,. La pointe acclre de l'infini.
I look forward to. That day when. The show will stop, will stop. Stop renewing itself. . When, when the most mundane. The most pedestrian show. Will cause and instill such boredom.
When you're talkin' in your sleep,. And the name that you whisper isn't mine. And I've finally faced the fact. That you're cheatin' on me one more time.
My chick she's a little bit punk rock,. Can't stand when I'm listening to hip-hop,. She prefers White Snake over Drake. (Whatever!). But I make her listen to it anyway.
Up early in the morning, 'bout the break of day. Still huggin' that empty pillow where your baby used to lay. No time to think about the past, good god, it's time for you to run.
We'll call it a past tense obsession,. Considered lack of perception. This is the worst case scenario dear. Labeled such an abstract twist,. Seen as modern day Russian roulette.
A military regime in democratic disguise. That lies in all impunity. Takes apart what it took people years to build. Public institutions that promised a decent life.
What can you see with your ear on the ground?. Try to lift up your feet, girl, and take a look around. Oh, let me see your eyes girl, we've got to make them big.
Questions addressed to his mannequin. Did I even break skin? His self help pulp fiction. Dear I regret to inform his lungs effective, set, worn. Still subject to be torn, subjected to this.
To accentuate. Put against the uniform that fit. Deep into the ball of which it's part. The only way it can communicate. . To accentuate. What we have in common.
So, baby, keep my heart beat, b-beat, beat, beating. And the soul reason I keep believing. That we're going to die like this you know, oh, oh, oh. A-beat, beat, b-beat, beat, beating.
She's got it going on.. Spin in circles till the break of dawn.. And don't you know oh.. . So lets stay up real late and get down.. Show me how you move move move around..
Crossing the line in the dead of night. Five years old and on the run. This ain't no game, boy, don't make a sound. And watch that man with the gun. .
Yeah, yeah, girl, that's what I'm gonna do. . Girl, maybe I made this just a little bit harder. Than it has to be but you'll see that one day. Just don't spin me around.
To compose, decompose, the ebb and flow of the darkness, the ebb and flow de ma paresse, to compose, decompose, and recompose, from a minute to another, from miniscule to the grandeur, to compos.
You know I smoked a lot of grass. Oh Lord I popped a lot of pills. But I never touched nothin'. That my spirit could kill. . You know I've seen a lot of people.
What ever happen to make you believe,. that you don't love me anymore. Was it something I said. maybe something I couldn't be... That you just simply closet he door.
We'll call you when you're six years old. And drag you to the factory. To train your brain for eighteen years. With promise of security. But then you're free.
Oh, oh, oh, what's the chance of you and me?. The two of us in a make believe. 3-D movie let's subtract the math. And talk about chemistry. . She still counts on her fingers sometimes.
Let us be wise and resigned. Let us be sweet and obedient. Let us be fit and guided. Let us be wise and let us submit. . How sweet it is to obey and to carry out happiness.