Encore un peu, encore un pas...

All life is a mystery,
All things come to he who waits
All things just a twist of fate
It's just a state of mind
All your time is not your own
It's real hard to find out why
It's real hard to say good-bye
To move on down the line...

Both your eyes wide open
You see the shape I'm in
It wasn't of my choosing
It's only bones and skin
And I will plead no contest
If loving you's a crime
So go on and find me guilty
Just one more fucking time

All your life is in your head
All you dreams are in your sleep
And if your dreams are hid too deep
They're just a waste of time
When you try to chase the dream
You never seem to know the time
You never recognize the signs
And nothing's what it seems

Both your eyes wide open
You see the shape I'm in
It wasn't of my choosing
It's only bones and skin
And I will plead no contest
If loving you's a crime
So go on and find me guilty
Just one more fucking time

And if I would have been a bad man
You would have seen the good in me
You would have seen the other
The good man I could be
But since I am a good man
The same was all the same
Nothing I could do, nothing I could do

All life is a mystery,
All things pass you by in time
All things just a perfect crime
It's just the way we are
All instincts let you down
It's not a case of love in vain
It's not a case of love insane
It's enough to break your heart

Both your eyes wide open
You see the shape I'm in
It wasn't my idea
That I be the one to sin
And so all those years together
Weren't worth a fucking dime
So go on and find me guilty
Just one more fucking time
And so all our years together
Weren't worth a fucking dime
So go on and find me guilty
Just one more fucking time
And so all our years together
Weren't worth a fucking dime
So go on and find me guilty
Just one more fucking time

So, Rock it!

formulation du "vouloir"...

("extended version"...)...

Promesse de liberté?...

Esclave de la morale...

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Bonne nuit le post....

Souvenir...

Schhhhhhhhhhhh.....

 E.

Si tu danses reggae 
Si tu danses reggae 
Tu balances reggae 
Sans défense reggae 
S'est spécial reggae 
Infernal reggae 
Ça commence à cogner 
Comme un cœur régulier 

I and I love the island in the sun 
I and I know when and where I go 
But it is so hard to feed my kids 
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto 

Tout l'monde danse, tu te traînes 
Tout l'monde fume et tu bois 
Downtown, ça enchaîne 
Dans les rhumbars en bois 
Quand ça cause le reggae 
Ça explose reggae 
 

C'est le seul reggae 
Qui déboule reggae 

I and I love the island in the sun 
I and I know when and where I go 
But it is so hard to feed my kids 
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto 

Derrière les barbelés 
Trois rangés bien gardées 
Ils attendent de crever 
De sortir de braquer 
Pour le flingue dans ta poche 
T'es coincé à gun court 
Jusque-là le reggae 
Viendra t'réveiller 

I and I love the island in the sun 
I and I know when and where I go 
But it is so hard to feed my kids 
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto 

Elle est noire et dorée 
Elle est belle à crever 
Regarde-la marcher 
Et danser son reggae 
Fait trop chaud pour chanter 
Fait trop soif pour noter 
Trop beau pour t'expliquer 
Ce qui s'passe dans l'reggae 

I and I love the island in the sun 
I and I know when and where I go 
But it is so hard to feed my kids 
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto
En savoir plus sur http://www.paroles.net/bernard-lavilliers/paroles-stand-the-ghetto#q57PHSVmxyEcreRy.99

La Gule...

.....   Le barbecue est à la grillade ce que la barbe est à papa. Et réciproquement.
Pierre Dac ; Les pensées (1972)
...

et je te parle même pas des frites...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54H3EUAzpVg

et puisqu 'on en est au blague qui tuent...

Soleil d ' hiver en Nord....

et bonne nuit le post...

mensonge réconfortant....

"..."don' t try to make me feel alright..."

Fluctuons ensemble....

amère.... toune...

Blonde?........