tombent et sans doute que les étoiles ont du mal à ne pas se laisser
entraîner ....
dimanche 26 octobre 2008
samedi 25 octobre 2008
mais tu n'avais pas aimé le concert
So, Cinderella sold her soul
There's no such thing as rock and roll
We all stood in the queue and sold our hearts
I think there was an accident
They came as quickly as they went
Now I'm half a million miles up in the sky
Standing on the last star
Standing on the last star
Spinning around
Standing on the last star
Standing on the last star
Feeling down
Trying to find the ground
Don't cry
Don't cry
I know it'll be alright
I've been trying
I've been trying
To tell myself that all night
If this is the end of history
The final account
Nobody to pin your hopes on
No money to count
Not even lips to say goodbye
Standing on the last star
Standing on the last star
In the sky
Standing on the last star
Standing on the last star
There's no decent reason why
Standing on the last star
Standing on the last star
Waiting to die
Somebody left the taps on in the sky
Oh, tell me
Will nothing in the world ever make you happy?
Will nothing in the world ever make you happy?
Is nothing in the world gonna make you happy?
Is nothing in the world gonna make you happy?
Will nothing in the world ever make you happy?
Will nothing in the world ever make you happy?
Is nothing in the world gonna make you happy?
Is nothing in the world gonna make you happy?
Will nothing in the world ever make you happy?
Will nothing in the world ever make you happy?
Is nothing in the world gonna make you happy?
Is nothing in the world gonna make you happy?
the Guillemots
There's no such thing as rock and roll
We all stood in the queue and sold our hearts
I think there was an accident
They came as quickly as they went
Now I'm half a million miles up in the sky
Standing on the last star
Standing on the last star
Spinning around
Standing on the last star
Standing on the last star
Feeling down
Trying to find the ground
Don't cry
Don't cry
I know it'll be alright
I've been trying
I've been trying
To tell myself that all night
If this is the end of history
The final account
Nobody to pin your hopes on
No money to count
Not even lips to say goodbye
Standing on the last star
Standing on the last star
In the sky
Standing on the last star
Standing on the last star
There's no decent reason why
Standing on the last star
Standing on the last star
Waiting to die
Somebody left the taps on in the sky
Oh, tell me
Will nothing in the world ever make you happy?
Will nothing in the world ever make you happy?
Is nothing in the world gonna make you happy?
Is nothing in the world gonna make you happy?
Will nothing in the world ever make you happy?
Will nothing in the world ever make you happy?
Is nothing in the world gonna make you happy?
Is nothing in the world gonna make you happy?
Will nothing in the world ever make you happy?
Will nothing in the world ever make you happy?
Is nothing in the world gonna make you happy?
Is nothing in the world gonna make you happy?
the Guillemots
dimanche 19 octobre 2008
Il suffirait d'un peu trop de musique
pour que j'aille
te chercher
sous la terre
crevassée comme un visage
sans plus jamais d'âge
gelée de tant d'hiver
coeur à coeur
perdus
mon amour
pour toujours
ma peau
chagrin
rétrécit
il suffirait d'un peu trop
de sentiment
pour que je m'oublie
tout ce marron
qui nous habillait
plongeon dans
nos flaques de nuits
et que je brandisse
le doigt de ce dieu
sans alibi
un doigt sur les lêvres
un doigt sur la tempe
tous ces mots qui
tombent
chut
se taire
pas à pas
nos voix sont sans issue
te chercher
sous la terre
crevassée comme un visage
sans plus jamais d'âge
gelée de tant d'hiver
coeur à coeur
perdus
mon amour
pour toujours
ma peau
chagrin
rétrécit
il suffirait d'un peu trop
de sentiment
pour que je m'oublie
tout ce marron
qui nous habillait
plongeon dans
nos flaques de nuits
et que je brandisse
le doigt de ce dieu
sans alibi
un doigt sur les lêvres
un doigt sur la tempe
tous ces mots qui
tombent
chut
se taire
pas à pas
nos voix sont sans issue
dimanche 12 octobre 2008
lundi 6 octobre 2008
mercredi 1 octobre 2008
OCTOBRE
le vent souffle tout autour de moi , tes phrases ont un écho , la montagne se retourne parfois toute seule ?
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