Echec et mat et ronds de cuir,. Des automates tout en cachemire,. Ca bourdonne comme la gupe. Dans le grand plastron de l'ennui !. Inutile essaim de gupe.
Tide se veut la nuit,. S'ouvre la bote souvenirs ;. Limpide coulait ma vie. Quand j'tais clown, quand j'tais rire ;. Mais j'avais tremp chemise. Dans un naufrage !.
A quatre pattes,. J'te dlire, tu m'pates.... A saute-mouton !. A quatre pattes,. Tu me gifles, je te chatte.... A saute-mouton !. Fort de vouloir te creuser un tunnel sous la hanche.
[Paroles : Christian Dcamps]. Dis-moi comment ils ont repeint l'hiver. Dis-moi pourquoi la neige se drobe ?. Plus d'un demi-sicle tourner dans le noir,.
She was like April sky. Sunrise in her eyes. Child of light, shining star. Fire in her heart. Brightest day, melting snow. Breaking through the chill.
Random lost souls have asked me. I say "I don't know does it matter?". "What's the future of rock'n'roll?". Neither much worse nor much better. This and that scene,.
Told a lie about yourself. It felt so good to deceive. To pull the wool over everyone. Tell them whatever they'd believe. . You missed the train and now you're gone.
Close the door and drift away. Have faded out of reach.. Into a sea of uncertainty. Where all your hopes and dreams. Remember all the bad dreams. Would you write again for me?.
If you really want to,. you can, lie.... If you really want to,. you can, lie.... If you really want to,. you can, lie.... If you really want to,. you can, lie....
How much fun. To be drifting along. With the weight of the sun on my head. And all covered in sad. As I sketch with my pen. And I brace for the troubles ahead.
Talking 'bout things we've seen. Paris to Oslo seem like dreams. Looking back, was it real?. You know how things sometimes feel. You can run but you can get no further than.
(Crowd cheering in backround). I'm from Redemption,. and the meaning of redemption is faith,. and the meaning of faith is sin,. and the meaning of sin is forgiveness,.
With history, your bluest grace. Falls apart, cascading down. Speak to me of beautiful hate. Of island chains swept with the tide. Tragedy ripening on.
Lost my point of view. Brings me to my knees. They pass the note the antidote for muddy thoughts I have. They give it up, I'll swallow down to kill my other half.
I remember dessert places. Shadowless and cold. Where heaven looks down. On this empty hole. Levers here to taste the ruins. Dark and obscene. But all I want is you.
Lying on the shady grass. Afternoon, there's always something happening. Friends go floating gently by. I'm listening to a song inside my head. Although the summer's past.
I had a house on a rock. I turned around and it had gone to rot. All that was left of me were walls of doubt. I asked a question but the world returned with silence.