Oui. Mais pas trop quand même.Life is but a dream in a greater scheme, waking up is hard to do.
Even if you're quick, something holds you back, always waiting in a queue for someone,
to tell you you're broke, or you should not smoke anymore cigarettes.
Planets will align, if you give them time.
When you least expect, everything connects, even when the hope is gone there is you,
and you'll keep your name, and the things in your brain just might see you through.'Cos you are light, and in darkest night you shine.
And I guess we're doing fine, but there's no escaping our spectacular failure.Digging in between things we've never seen, trying to find the missing links.
All these scientists are trying every trick just before the city sinks without trace.
So much we've achieved, so I hope when we leave there's a smile on our face.'Cos you are light, and in darkest night you shine.
And I guess we're doing fine, but there's no escaping our spectacular failure
Little big man
envoyé par soupiropont
Pop! Goes my Heart (Hugh Grant)
envoyé par juju93100 ..
Des chacras ouverts. C'est reposant.
Mais merci aux fermés c'est ceux qui m'alimentent.
Des cerises sur le gâteau. Mais merci aux autres c'est ceux qui me tentent.Des artistes de sous la terre à projets sensibles et utopiques, nique (ta mère, et c'est pas si facile qu'on le croit) douille, c'est toi l'andouille.
puzzle l'homme moderne
envoyé par amb91 ..
Oui.Morning lights don't scratch my eyes
Just let me wash up on the shore
I used to have the strangest dreams
But they don't come here anymore
My duvet's laid out like an (outless) with stains to mark the borderlines
Indentations in my pillow I hope won't fade with timeSmoke the roach left in the ashtray on which I choked the night before
Stuck my toes under a clothes like mountain ranges on the floor.
I pick my way through crusty dishes and their greasy chemistry
I washed two cups and the remember that you've left already.I let you go so reluctantly and I can still hear your lazy symphony
And just when I found my calling, it's another mourning morningThe say the devil's in the detail
I'm gonna blow my eyes instead
I put my memories in a landscape where only reckless angels tread
I watch the fingerprints you left like a secret code upon my skin
And I remember when you told me a guilded crown won't make a kingI really want you to stay but I know you have to go
I really want you to stay but sometimes it doesn't show
I really want you to stay but I know you have to go
I really want you to stay let the conversation flow
I really want you to stay but I know you have to go
I really want you to stay but sometimes it doesn't show
I really want you to stay but I know you have to go, have to go againI let you go so reluctantly and I can still hear your lazy symphony
And just when I found my calling, it's another mourning morningI really want you to stay but I know you have to go
have to go againSuzanne takes you down to her place near the riverYou can hear the boats go byYou can spend the night beside herAnd you know that she's half crazyBut that's why you want to be thereAnd she feeds you tea and orangesThat come all the way from ChinaAnd just when you mean to tell herThat you have no love to give herThen she gets you on her wavelengthAnd she lets the river answerThat you've always been her loverAnd you want to travel with herAnd you want to travel blindAnd you know that she will trust youFor you've touched her perfect body with your mind.And Jesus was a sailorWhen he walked upon the waterAnd he spent a long time watchingFrom his lonely wooden towerAnd when he knew for certainOnly drowning men could see himHe said "All men will be sailors thenUntil the sea shall free them"But he himself was brokenLong before the sky would openForsaken, almost humanHe sank beneath your wisdom like a stoneAnd you want to travel with himAnd you want to travel blindAnd you think maybe you'll trust himFor he's touched your perfect body with his mind.Now Suzanne takes your handAnd she leads you to the riverShe is wearing rags and feathersFrom Salvation Army countersAnd the sun pours down like honeyOn our lady of the harbourAnd she shows you where to lookAmong the garbage and the flowersThere are heroes in the seaweedThere are children in the morningThey are leaning out for loveAnd they will lean that way foreverWhile Suzanne holds the mirrorAnd you want to travel with herAnd you want to travel blindAnd you know that you can trust herFor she's touched your perfect body with her mind.Suzanne t'emmène écouter les sirènes elle te prend par la main pour passer une nuit sans fin tu sais qu'elle est à moitié folle et pourtant tu veux rester Maintenant tu n'as plus peur de voyager les yeux fermés Une flamme brûle dans ton coeur
Bob Dylan - Subterranean Homesick Blues
envoyé par fredozydeco She's not a girl who misses muchDo do do do do do do do, oh yeahShe's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet handLike a lizard on a window paneThe man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrorsOn his hobnail bootsLying with his eyes while his hands are busyWorking overtimeA soap impression of his wife which he ateAnd donated to the National TrustDownI need a fix cos I'm going downDown to the bits that I left uptownI need a fix cos I'm going downMother Superior jump the gunMother Superior jump the gunMother Superior jump the gunMother Superior jump the gunMother Superior jump the gunMother Superior jump the gunHappiness is a warm gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)Happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness bang, bang, shoot,
shoot)When I hold you in my arms (Oo-oo oh yeah)And I feel my finger on your trigger (Oo-oo oh yeah)I know no one can do me no harm (Oo-oo oh yeah)Because happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness bang, bang,
shoot, shoot)Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (Happiness bang, bang, shoot,
shoot)Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun (Happiness bang, bang,
shoot, shoot)Well, don't you know happiness is a warm gun, mama? (Happiness
is a warm gun, yeah)
Oui.
Oui, mais pas trop quand même."They'll be making sure you stay amused They'll fill you up with drugs and booze Maybe you'll make the evening newsAnd when you're tripping over your dreams They'll keep you down by any means and by the end of the night you'll be stifling your screamsSince you became a VIPerson It's like your problems have all worsened Your paranoia casts aspersions On the truths you knowAnd they'll just put you in the spotlight And hope that you'll do alright Or maybe notNow why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? Why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? So why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? Starz in their eyes?Remember they said you'd show them all Emphasise the rise but not the fall And now you're playing a shopping mallYour mum and dad they can't believe What you appear to have achieved While the rest of these users are just laughing in their sleevesSince you became a VIPerson It's like your problems have all worsened Your paranoia casts aspersions On the truths you knowAnd now the tabloids use your face To document your fall from grace And then they'll tell you that that's just the way it goes That's just the way it goesNow why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? It's the same old story well they just didn't realise And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine And Saturday night's drunken dreamsNow why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? It's the same old story well they just didn't realise And it's a long way to come from your private bedroom dance routines And Saturday night's drunken dreamsNow why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? Why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? So why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? Starz in their eyes?Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? It's the same old story well they just didn't realise And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine And Saturday night's drunken dreams(When I grow up im going to be famous)Behind the steel barrier and sequence and glitter Five inch heels still knee deep in the litter Each of them a bitter bullshitter, Wrapped up in the cloak of fake glamour, getting lost in the camera Well footprints are fools gold, diamonds crusts on their one off plimsolls So little time for these one off arseholes Rigour mortis Ken and Barbie dolls, A pair of big shades and a push up bra, It's such a short gap between the gutter and stars, That you've come a long way from the place that you started So why'd you wanna go and get so down heartedWelcome to the kingdom of the blagger Uncutting you nose clean, coating you bladder A whole lot happier a whole lot sadder, Used to be satisfied but now you feel like Mick Jagger,Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? It's the same old story well they just didn't realise And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine And Saturday night's drunken dreamsNow why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? It's the same old story well they just didn't realise And it's a long way to come from your private bedroom dance routines And Saturday night's drunken dreams"
Oui. activité soltitaire et constructive que mes études veulent productive, que je préfère lente et éclairée à la bougie. mais on me demande pas mon avis. Ecoute les murmures des fantômes qui témoignent.Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It's a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.Mais alors dit Alice si le monde n'a aucun sens, qui nous empêche d'en inventer un?Et Bill Bryson aussi, entre autres et vivant lui. Se maîtres à penser.Sinon, Gavalda, Beigbeder et toutes les biographies officielles de Lady Diana.
Oui. Plein.