27 11 2017 - Je vais replacer ici les posts de ma timeline, qui est inutile avec facebook. Je sais aujourd'hui qu'il vaut mieux stocker les infos sur mon site web. Surtout si j'utilise mon site web d'abord pour moi même.
At magic mountain
Nobody sings today
Nobody speaks today
Close my eyes
And hope to see
Weeks go by like a day
In a lowland
I live up on magic mountain
No one leaves magic mountain
At magic mountain
Nothing changes
Everything stays the same
Cross my heart
And hope to live
All the time
With a little fever
I stay here on magic mountain
No one leaves magic mountain
My heart hears you sing
My heart hears you speak
But I never make it in the flatlands
I must stay on magic mountain
Si la grâce était un voyage
je serais capitaine.
Si ta beauté était un pot de miel
je serais un ours
d'ailleurs je suis un ours
mal léché
et le voyage me rend tendre
à force de voir ta beauté
j'ai mangé les pots de miel
je suis bon pour dire
que la grâce n'a pas de capitaine.
mon vieux capitaine...
ton navire prend l'eau et tu ne peux plus affronter les tempêtes.
« On constate ici que, aussi longtemps que les hommes vivent sans un pouvoir commun pour les maintenir tous dans la crainte, ils se trouvent dans l'état qu'on appelle guerre ; et qu'aussi cela se tient en une guerre de tous les hommes contre tous les hommes […]. Dans une telle situation il n'y a pas de place pour une activité humaine ; car les fruits qu'il pourrait récolter, sont incertains: et par conséquent, il n'y a là aucune économie rurale, aucune navigation, aucune utilisation des objets de luxe qui doivent être introduits de l'extérieur ; pas de bâtiments commodes ; pas de machines, avec lesquelles de plus grands frets peuvent être déplacés ; pas de savoir sur la forme de la terre ; pas d'historiographie ; pas d'inventions humaines ; pas de sciences ; pas de société, et le pire, une crainte continuelle et le danger de mort violente ; et l'homme mène une existence solitaire, misérable, difficile, sauvage et brève. »
"Elephant Woman"
Angel I can see myself in your eyes
Angel won't you feel for me from your heart
Do return my heart to me
No don't insist I'm already hurt
Elephant girl
It was an accident unfortunate
Angel threw me like a rubber man
Aiming for the ground
Why amuse yourself in such way
No don't insist I'm already hurt
Lay me down on the ground softly softly
Don't remove my head hurts much too much
You never return it
Well I wouldn't miss it
I shed no tears for broken me
You never know it my peace of mind
Now inside and outside are matching
Why amuse yourself in such a way
No don't insist I'm already hurt
If you never return it
Will it break your wings
Will you shed no tear for broken me
I won't bind my strings to you
But build my world besides you
Watching you draw a line
Some say you are, you are
Just like a butterfly
Whose broken wings will spread
To softly feel your mood
Over the blue sky full of you
Pink love, pink love, pink love
Just like a fairytale
My only reason naturally
Starts to get to me
Pushing my way through
Mesh of life
I want to kiss the sickness of mind
My heart without reason
Sunken to deep disappointment
Spreads over universe
With a knife
I want to bleed out distress like this
It's not just a fairytale
It's painted by me
It's not just loneliness between you and I
If on magic mountain you find you can breath
Then stay and don't look back
To the blue woven sky
Storms of petals are pouring down
Pushing their way through our pink love
So many polka dots painted by me
Spreads over universe for you
And I, I want to kiss
Pink love, pink love
I want to kiss
Pink love, pink love
In my mind
I state myself
The clock is ticking without you
Some may say illness
So called so called love
The sickness of mind
bellum omnium contra omnes
This is the song for say good bye. Yes Good Bye love, hello the death, nothing is real, specially when you love. You become stupid and you don't know why. I become an idiot and i know why !
Good buy... yousay no no no, no good bye but in fact you say forget me for ever.
All the time we can sing the song for say good bye.
I was a teenager.
Yes of course.
Today i am old.
"Song To Say Goodbye"
You are one of God's mistakes,
You crying, tragic waste of skin,
I'm well aware of how it aches ,
And you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door,
To try and save your swollen face ,
Though I don't like you anymore,
You lying, trying waste of space..
Before our innocence was lost,
You were always one of those ,
Blessed with lucky sevens ,
And the voice that made me cry .
My Oh My.
You were mother nature's son ,
Someone to whom I could relate ,
Your needle and your damage done,
Remains a sordid twist of fate.
Now I'm trying to wake you up ,
To pull you from the liquid sky ,
Coz if I don't we'll both end up ,
With just your song to say goodbye.
My Oh My.
A song to say goodbye,
A song to say goodbye ,
A song to say...
Before our innocence was lost,
You were always one of those,
Blessed with lucky sevens,
And the voice that made me cry.
It's a song to say goodbye.
"Bullets"
Come touch me like I’m an ordinary man,
have a look in my eyes,
underneath my skin there is a violence,
it's got a gun in it's hand,
ready to make
ready to make, read'
ready to make sense of anyone, anything
anyone, anything
anyone, anything
anyone, anything
anyone, anything
Black holes living in the side of your face,
razor wire spinning around your
around your
around your
around your
around your
around your
around your (blistering sky)
around your (blistering sky)
around your (blistering sky)
bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why
bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
Confine me let me be the lesser of a beautiful man,
without the blood on his hands,
come and make me a martyr come and break my feeling,
with your violence with the gun on my head,
ready to take,
ready to take,
ready to take,
ready to take out anyone, anywhere.
anyone, anywhere
anyone, anywhere
anyone, anywhere
anyone, anywhere
Black holes living in the side of your face,
razor wire spinning around your,
around your
around your
around your
around your
around your
around your (blistering sky)
around your (blistering sky)
around your (blistering sky)
bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky,
bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why,
bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky,
bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why.
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
Black holes living in the side of your face,
razor wire spinning around your,
around your
around your
around your (blistering sky)
around your (blistering sky)
around your (blistering sky)
around your (blistering sky)
around your (blistering sky)
around your (blistering sky)
bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky,
bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why,
bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky,
bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why.
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
personal responsibility
personal responsibility....
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Marguerite Duras avait donc raison. Ne regardez pas la caméra !