Tu parles, parles, c'est facile, mme sans y penser,. Les mots, les mots sont immobiles, tris, rangs, classs.. Laisse allez, laisse les jouer,. Se cogner, te sduire,.
Jean-Jacques Goldman/Jean-Jacques Goldman. J'ai bu dans toutes les tasses. J'ai got tous les verres. J'ai perdu cent fois la face. Mais sans rien gagner derrire.
The first words that came could've been more inspired. You must be hungry or tired or frozen. So put up your feet, throw some coal on the fire. And weave us a tale of delight.
No perforation in your thick skin. She's for leaving, you're for fixin'. Party's over, even in the kitchen. Take the taste away. . You were winning till they changed ends.
You let me slide, baby,. on a sheet of thin ice.. Askin' no questions. and receiving no lies.. You speak to me in parables,. you manufacture truth -. my time is your's,.
Calm down and get straight. It's in our eyes, it's how we operate. You're true, you are. I'd apologize but it won't go very far. . Please, come here. Come right on over.
Too many believe. In some 'master plan'. 'cause it's hard to accept. What's not shapen by hand.. . But here, under the sun,. Where events can't be undone;.
Calm down. And get straight. It's in our eyes. It's how we operate. . You're true. You are. I'd apologize but it won't go very far. . Please come here.
Trapped inside my body.. Trapped inside my time.. I try to talk, but words collide.. I want to fly, but I can hardly walk.. . Backed into a corner.. Smacked to holy tatters..
Calling other sounds. You out there on the seas. Today is dull and mild. On a stroppy little island. Of mixed up people. . Did you hear the story. Of violent behavior?.
Hit on the head. And that's just who I am. I'm gonna be your man. I'm gonna be your man. . Hit on the head. That made me what I said. Can't they just free.
Woke up scared in the middle of the night. and jump-sprung bolt upright.. Tried to rise from the sweat of the bed,. but fell back into my head.. The lynch mob had assembled.
It don't matter anymore. It don't matter much anymore. 'Cause it gets me down. Lets my feet touch the ground. Won't be lost, but I'm found. . Do I care? Do I fuck?.
Moving uptown. But I know its the path I should be. Streets are all quiet. And no one saying nothing at all. . Then the sun came out of the clouds. And charged up the satellites.
I was born lucky, got to be that jupiter trine.. Fate s baddest angels crackin up at all of my lies.. . Curled on my carpet,. I bank and I glide.. The ultimate trip,.
Pull out the bunting. She made 'em one by one. Hang 'em in the trees. Or they'll blow away. . Move to the country. The town has told its tale. You'll be forgotten.
Here comes the breeze. Come on blow me out. Lying in the sea. Come on soak me out. . Reel in the feeling. Making our way through the storm. Reel in the ceiling.
Soup Du Jour - righteous conviction. men on a mission. deadly tradition. hospice condition. Heat's risin' daily, we're runnin' out of jive.. Lookin' at the future, our eyes are open wide.
Another wave crashed over you. It put you in a spell. On a cold place you know well. . It pulls you further out to sea. Under the lights at Tilbury. I still love your melody.
Be the light from my window. Be the time at my table. Be my hangover girl. Be my hangover girl. Be my hangover girl. Be my hangover girl. . Share the wine at my table.