Tequila Moor

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

@Lowy J'aime bien, je vois ça à mi-chemin de la lofi-house un peu bête et joueuse et d'une electronica plus intellectuelle et sombre. Je trouve dommage que la basse qui arrive vers 1m30 ne soit pas amenée de façon encore plus progressive, mais c'est bien de la faire entrer ainsi pour driver les danseurs, sauf que je me demande si ce morceau marcherait sous cette forme sur un dancefloor. Une bonne track cependant, merci je ne connaissais pas.

Enfin une bonne nouvelle... "La France est en solde, tout doit disparaître !"

Style is knowing who you are That is why I have none I've had plenty of time But I still can't get it right There's a rift between my mind And my shifting eyes Sometimes they meet for a while But they always part for the night Forever awkward And that's never gonna change Forever awkward, forever strange Forever awkward And that's never gonna change I'm never gonna stop being strange Every time I try Merely looks like trying Better to embrace My destiny lost in space I've seen hand and mind Move in harmony from time to time Maybe in Maybe in my next life Forever awkward And that's never gonna change Forever awkward, forever strange Forever awkward And that's never gonna change I'm never gonna stop being strange...

Il est parti pour son dernier tour de caravane...

My mother is dead My children don't let me sleep The money is a problem On perpetual repeat My wife is angry My lover's upset So I take... a shower And let the hot water fall A waste of water Is no waste at all The hotter the better I'm at home in the steam I suspend all decisions With 7 types of cream I don't speak the language In the city I live I oncе followed a girl Now I've endеd up here The weather is freezing And I've figured it out... Blondes lead you North Brunettes take you South So make sure your lover Comes from a sunny place I take... a shower And let the hot water fall A waste of water For my wasted heart Hotter than most can handle You're welcome to try The old systems fail Those I honed all my life The war keeps on going No one knows what for A hundred years of trauma Lead to a hundred more Another madman in power 'Cuz only madmen seek power Their eternal revenge That time you laughed in the shower Everyone is depressed Everyone is displaced We used to be together Now we're all over the place I always sought newness Now I'm retracing my steps Seeking what's familiar Scattered over continents Life without a mother Just isn't the same My loyal protector Now a bag of grain I wish I could call her Miss her voice and her smile I take... a shower And let the hot water fall A waste of water For my soul's recall Just beyond the bathroom Could be my childhood home Being an only child Means that you mourn alone