I lit out from Reno. I was trailed by twenty hounds. I didn't get to sleep that night. Till the morning came around. . Set out runnin' but I take my time.
(S. Cossette / S. Cossette, M. Corriveau). Y'a des histoires que la memoire. Devrait laisser mourir au fond d'un tiroir. Y'a meme des sages qui ne peuvent contrer la rage.
She had four white stallions coming up around the bend. Four strong angels at her command to send. Four more seasons, for all that's broken to mend. .
Quand tes cheveux s'etalent. Comme un soleil d'ete. Et que ton oreiller. Ressemble aux champs de ble. Quand l'ombre et la lumiere. Dessinent sur ton corps.
All I want is something good. It gets harder every time. She is leaving here tonight. Take a breath, take your time. Spread your wings and rise. . Make a mark upon the wall.
(S. Cossette / S. Cossette). Au fond d'un puits elle a jete ses promesses. Un jour de pluie, dans un geste de detresse. Mais tous les mots du monde se perdent dans un puits.
(Original by Townes Van Zandt). . Why does she sing. her sad songs for me,. I'm not the one. to tenderly bring. her soft sympathy. I've just begun. to see my way clear.
Getting dressed and bunger bound. shuffling through the heather. neighbors drop their flowers down and worry about the weather. every night I'm floating over you my love.
L'aube dchire le voile d'un ciel obscur. Dirige les ombres sur les murs. Ces murs qui cachent une solitude. Pendanr que le soleil s'allonge doucement.
Heyyy, Dark moon, ohh way up high up in the sky. Tell me why, tell me why. You've lost your splendor. Mmm, Dark moon, what is the cause your love withdraws.
(Beatle Dennis). . ( Original by Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians). There's a house burning down on the radio, but. We're in luck, we don't mind, we're as far as I can tell.
L'aube dchire le voile d'un ciel obscur. Dirige les ombres sur les murs. Ces murs qui cachent une solitude. Pendanr que le soleil s'allonge doucement.
November promises it seems,. Of broken February dreams. That don't come true. Until you remember me. I don't remember you.. Were you the one who liked to sing?.
Albert's always sincere, he's a sensitive type. His intentions are clear, he wanna be well-liked. If everything is nothing, then are we anything?. Is it better to be better than to be anything?.
Dans les dsordres de mon coeur,. Quand tout va bien,. Quand rien ne va,. Entre le dsir et la peur,. Je pense encore toi.. . Dans les dsordres de ma vie,.
Dans les désordres de mon coeur,. Quand tout va bien,. Quand rien ne va,. Entre le désir et la peur,. Je pense encore à toi.. . Dans les désordres de ma vie,.
Albert's always sincere, he's a sensitive type. His intentions are clear, he wanna be well-liked. If everything is nothing, then are we anything?. Is it better to be better than to be anything?.
Si j'te parlais de mon pays. O coulent le lait et le miel. O l'hirondelle a fait son nid... aussi. Si je me disais hritier. D'un glbe, une terre promise.
I was born again a little north of Disney Land. Somewhere under Wonderland and Hollywood. But then I had to go skipping and diving and bouncing back to New York City.
Si j'te parlais de mon pays. O coulent le lait et le miel. O l'hirondelle a fait son nid... aussi. Si je me disais hritier. D'un glbe, une terre promise.