The Blues (♪)

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Is this the New Year or just another night?
Is this the new fear or just another fright?
Is this the new tear or just another desperation?

Is this the finger or just another fist?
Is this the kingdom or just a hit n' miss?
A misdirection, most in all this desperation

Is this what they call freedom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call discontented fame?

It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in

I'm singing this one like a broken piece of glass
From broken arms an' broken noses in the back
Is this the New Year or just another desperation?

You're pushing till you're shoving
You bend until you break
Till you stand on the broken fields where our fathers lay

It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in

There's nothing here worth saving,
Is no one here at all?
Is there any net left that could break our fall?

It'll be a day like this one
When the sky falls down and the hungry and poor and deserted are found
Are you discontented? Have you been pushing hard?
Have you been through and down this broken house of cards?

It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in

Is there nothing left now?
Nothing left to sing
Are there any left to haven't kiss the enemy?
Is this the New Year or just another desperation?

Just as I could find you, do the wicked never lose?
Is there any honest song to sing besides these blues?

And nothing is okay
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Until the world caves in
Until the world caves in
Until the world caves in
Until the world caves in
Until the world caves in
Until the world caves in

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la-tete-en-ariere 17 ans
Beaufou (85)
France

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Les baisers de cinéma comportent de surcroit un certain nombre d'avantages si on les compare aux baisers de la vie: ils ne désordonnent pas la coiffure, ne rougissent pas les joues lissées de poudre, ne barbouillent pas de rouge à lèvres le pourtour de la bouche, ce qui est laid et , disons- le, grotesque, et surtout, ils ne tordent pas le visage par d'affreuses grimaces au moment pile ou celui-ci devrait rayonner des lueurs sublimement divinement transfigurantes de l'amour.

Lydie Salvayre.

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# Posté le vendredi 16 janvier 2009 08:15

Modifié le vendredi 16 janvier 2009 12:19