"Hypnotist" by Robbin Milne
Ma Préférence...HERE WITHOUT YOU.... Daytime just makes me feel lonely / At night I can only dream about you / Girl you're on my mind / Nearly all of the time / It's so hard being here without you / Words in my head keep repeating / Things that you said when I was with you. / And I wonder is it true / Do you feel the same way too / It's so hard being here without you / Being here without you / Oh I know this won't last / I'll see you someday / It seems as though that day will come never / But there's one thing I'll swear / Though you're far away / I'll be thinking about you forever / Streets that I walk on depress me / Ones that were happy when I was with you / Still with all the friends I know / And with all the things I do / It's so hard being here without you / Being here without you... (Gene Clark)SAD-EYED LADY OF THE LOWLANDS... With your mercury mouth in the missionary times / And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes / And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes / Oh, who among them do they think could bury you? / With your pockets well protected at last / And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass / And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass, Who among them do they think could carry you? / Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands / Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes / My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums / Should I leave them by your gate / Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? / With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace / And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace / And your basement clothes and your hollow face / Who among them can think he could outguess you? / With your silhouette when the sunlight dims / Into your eyes where the moonlight swims / And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns / Who among them would try to impress you? / Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands / Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes / My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums / Should I leave them by your gate / Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? / The kings of Tyrus with their convict list / Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss / And you wouldn't know it would happen like this / But who among them really wants just to kiss you? / With your childhood flames on your midnight rug / And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs / And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs / Who among them do you think could resist you? / Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands / Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes / My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums / Should I leave them by your gate / Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? / Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide / To show you the dead angels that they used to hide / But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? / Oh, how could they ever mistake you? / They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm / But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm / And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms / How could they ever, ever persuade you? / Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands / Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes / My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums / Should I leave them by your gate / Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? / With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row / And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go / And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show / Who among them do you think would employ you? / Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole / With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold / And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul / Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you / Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands / Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes / My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums / Should I leave them by your gate / Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? (Bob Dylan)BANNIERES DE MAI Aux branches claires des tilleuls / Meurt un maladif hallali. / Mais des chansons spirituelles / Voltigent parmi les groseilles. / Que notre sang rie en nos veines, / Voici s'enchevêtrer les vignes. / Le ciel est joli comme un ange. / L'azur et l'onde communient. / Je sors. Si un rayon me blesse / Je succomberai sur la mousse. / / Qu'on patiente et qu'on s'ennuie / C'est trop simple. Fi de mes peines. / je veux que l'été dramatique / Me lie à son char de fortunes / Que par toi beaucoup, ô Nature, / - Ah moins seul et moins nul ! - je meure. / Au lieu que les Bergers, c'est drôle, / Meurent à peu près par le monde. / / Je veux bien que les saisons m'usent. / A toi, Nature, je me rends ; / Et ma faim et toute ma soif. / Et, s'il te plaît, nourris, abreuve. / Rien de rien ne m'illusionne ; / C'est rire aux parents, qu'au soleil, / Mais moi je ne veux rire à rien ; / Et libre soit cette infortune. (Arthur Rimbaud)Everybody's going and I want to go too / Don't wanna take a chance with somebody new / I did all I could and I did it right there and then / I've already confessed - no need to confess again ("Thunder On The Mountain", Bob Dylan)
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