Tequila Moor

I always thought our relationship was cool You played the role of having sense I always played the fool Now, something's different I don't know the reason why Whenever we separate I almost want to cry Oh no! Please not that again... Love rears up its ugly head And when I come home late You don't complain or call So as a consequence... I don't go out at all My friends are frightened They don't know what's going on They think you put a spell on me And now my mind is gone Oh no! Please not that again... Love rears up its ugly head Love's not so bad they say But you never know where love is gonna go Does anybody really know? I'm standing at the altar As they play the wedding march I'm in a black tuxedo with my collar full of starch She looks as lovely as she's ever gonna get I wake up from this nightmare in a pool of sweat Oh no! What you gonna do... What you gonna do when it comes and gets you?

Oingo Boingo, groupe déjanté des années 80-90 mélangeant new wave, ska & funk, dont on sent les influences chez Mr Bungle ou Fishbone, et mené par le rouquin Dany Elfman, compositeur attitré des films de Tim Burton :

Pas comme ça qu'ils vont dérouiller les ricains...

Ni ça, ni atterrir sur la Lune, ni visiter (le mont de) Vénus, rien de rien...

Quand t'en es réduit à faire l'hélicoptère avec ta verge, c'est que tu ne peux plus faire la fusée avec...

Pour qui a aimé Yellowstone, et se demande pourquoi ce "Walker" chante aussi bien :

En fait, l'amour peut se commander. Du moins, sérieusement se manipuler :

Encore un qui aura trop écouté "Envole-Moi" de Jean-Jacques Goldman...

Oui mais avec de jeunes carottes…

Oui hein ? Vivement qu'il soit dans la mort, histoire de pouvoir faire la différence...

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Moi ça me rend optimiste de considérer que l'univers est con comme une bite. Car quel autre organe se croit toujours en expansion tout en restant toujours idem ?

Crawling out of a layer Between plasterboard and pain It's all so appeasing Without return Sleeping and bearing Importance It all flies away in chaos It all bangs around one point The one that stops I don't know it – it's difficult Losing reason – not understanding No more thinking – or reproaching that It's difficult – it's difficult It's possible to receive it all at once Without complaining About incomprehension Everything empties the breath And ends up stuck in rigidity Like cement and glue Unbearable to think of The cement and glue Stuck and continue Everything comes up against And no turning back It's so difficult to stand An ovеrflow Too much water Ends up Like somе sort of thought out Acid Once again – and exactly