J'aime les pianos et les canards.
Talk to Myself. Jeudi 7 février 2008, avec Raf.
On the times I get a little worn out and sick of myself
And all the queries unresolved
Waiting all in line
Starts me thinking 'bout a way to conjure a ravenous sale
Of all the useless filthy junk
Blocking up my mind
And then they would come to use
I would just talk to myself
And they would come out
On the times I get a little worked up and out of my head
And feel the pressure's getting more
Than I can abide
Starts me thinking 'bout a way to wash you clean out of my hair
Think of the empty space and time
That would sure provide
And then they would come to use
All the pretty tools I have devised
And then they would come to use
All the pretty plans I have designed
I would just talk to myself
And they would come out
Bad things
Come out of the picture
Good things
Come out of my brain
Cause I don't need them
I don't need them when I'm feeling fine
I only need them
I only need them when the sun don't shine
