want it with whipped cream on it baby, gimme, gimme, gimme your love.. 'Cause I'm hungry, you can't keep it from me lord knows you got more than enough..
I want it with whipped cream on it. baby gimme gimme gimme your love. 'cause I'm hungry you can't keep it from me. lord knows you got more than enough..
I found God. In a catalytic converter. In Topeka. On a Monday night. . I taste blood. Every time I think of summer. If that's true. I'm in for quite a treat.
Guerriers Balubas mourir en chantant. Tout au fond de moi des souvenirs de sang. Un pays merveilleux sous les lectrochocs. J'ai les neurones heureux, un sourire qui m'emporte.
I gotta lotta people telling me I smell like the dead. Apparently they cannot see that. I'm already walkin' 'round without a head.. I've got a problem with the object of the ongoing game.
Qui nous mne au suicide. La mort est rdemptrice. Mourir en chantant. La foi nous rssucite. Qui nous fera valser. Qui nous fera vibrer. Quand chacun de nos mots.
I'm a killer. Cold and wrathful. Silent sleeper. I've been inside your bedroom. . I've murdered half the town. Left you love notes on their headstones.
Y a bon courir aprs l'ballon. Y a bon shooter la tte du goal. Y a bon latter l'avant qui monte. Y a bon destroy l'ailier qui tacle. Y a bon s'faire allumer les jambes.
To the left of me's the sketch you drew. And to the right I see that book I lent you. To help you through the night. . The black of charcol on my thumbs.
Avec Lux Beaut, fracheur sous les bras. On est toujours prt foncer dans l'tas. Avec Mir Couleur, adieu l'ge de la pierre. Chaleur dans nos coeurs, on s'envoie en l'air.
Finally summer's come. Finally summer's come. I sit here all alone and wait. . Feel like it's been days. I watch time slip away. And wonder how much longer I can take this.
Ils vont, vaincus, les yeux pleurant des larmes. Noires et gluantes, sang, poussires et leur peau. Se dcolle et boursoufle dans le vent funeste. Qui se dchane comme l'enfer sur la terre.
Ive been losing sleep for days. Youve been searching through the deserts and the caves. Your postcards hit me in waves. Sadly stinging me with songs from yesterday.
Dans tes yeux passent images lointaines. Souvenirs brefs chants irrels. Des frissons tranges parcourent ton corps. Tes paupires sont lourdes, ton coeur s'interroge.
When the streetlights. Come on the pooling night. Is levied aside. And pressed in twilight. Against our two rooms. I'll see you tonight. . The pavement is aching.
Nous avions nos fusils, le sourire candide du monde. Rfractions innocentes, sur les yeux des enfants. Nous avions pour fusil, le regard indistinct. De l'aube se dispersant, sur une brise insouciante.
Behind a curtain of towering pines,. The sun settling red.. A city hidden high in the hills,. comes out to honor the dead.. . Families somberly walk through the town,.
Tous les matins quand je rentre du boulot. Je saute pieds joints dans la derm de iench. Glissant dlicatement jusqu'aux couloirs du mtro. Je chante mon amour des trottoirs parisiens.
A man is many things. Let's count them all tonight. You're letting go of strings. Replacing them with light. . But I want the hit about the teenage take on pain.
Dans le jardin d'Allah pilonn de carcasses brlantes. Parcouru frissons chromatiques fictives allgories. Poussire aride et sale s'lve en d'pais tourbillons.