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Hello Chamaniak

Version acoustique.

The lunatic is on the grass

The lunatic is on the grass

remembering games and daisy chains and laughs

got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall

the lunatics are in the hall

the paper holds their folded faces to the floor

and every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon

and if there is no room upon the hill

and if your head explodes with dark forebodings too

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head

The lunatic is in my head

you raise the blade, you make the change

you rearrange me ' till I'm sane

you lock the door

and throw away the key

there's someone in my head but it's not me

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear

you shout and no one seems to hear

and if the band you're in starts playing different tunes

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

All that you touch and all that you see

all that you taste, all you feel

and all that you love and all that you hate

all you distrust, all you save

and all that you give and all that you deal

and all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal

and all you create and all you destroy

and all that you do and all that you say

and all that you eat and everyone you meet

and all that you slight and everyone you fight

and all that is now and all that is gone

and all that's to come and everything under the sun is in tune

but the sun is eclipsed by the moon

Version originale.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wxHEBT7aaU

http://youtu.be/trSULf9nZ4c

Miss Chamaniak

... à s'en Fender l'âme.

Bonjour Bella, Akuda, Syndrom, Miguèl et Mr La Folie

Salut chacha, superbe ta nouvelle signature :)

:blush: :)

Merci Bella et La Folie

[Waitress:] "Hello, you wanna cup of coffee?"
[Customers:] "Heh, Turn that fucking juke box down
You want to turn down that juke box....loud in here"
[Waitress:] "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee?
Ok, you take cream and sugar? Sure."

In truck stops and hamburger joints
In Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
And bent-backs
And sleeping forms on pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavalry attacks
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes

And in wheelchairs by monuments
Under tube trains and commuter accidents
In council care and county courts
At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts
In drawing rooms and city morgues
In award winning photographs
Of life rafts on the China seas
In transit camps, under arc lamps
On unloading ramps
In faces blurred by rubber stamps
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes

And now, from where I stand
Upon this hill
I plundered from the pool
I look around
I search the skies
I shade my eyes
So nearly blind
And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
I recognise...
The hope you kindle in your eyes

It's oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes, it's obvious
How to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
The spark of our love

un clip de S...

Boy!

:D Chama

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGqm0riHISY&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ovpbd-ZMpY8

Enfoiré..........:D

A toi....qui me lis..