Sunday, August 07, 2005
LE DERNIER DIMANCHE DE FEVRIER
IL EST 17HR ET IL FAIT FROID;LE CIEL EST GRIS..TOUTES LES FEN2TRES DU CARTIER SONT FERMEES,CERTAINES LAMPES SONT DéJà ALLUMEES..J'MAGINE QUE TOUT LES AHABITANTS DU CARTIER SONT CHEZ EUX EN TRAIN DE REGARDER LA TELE,OU ASSIS AUTOUR D'UNE TABLE DE THé..AUCUNE MOMTIF N'EST ASSEZ SUFFISANT POUR KITTER SONT MATELA ET SORTIR DEHORS.
MOI? JE MOCCUPAIS L'ESPRIT AVEC DES EXERCICES DE G.B,ACCOMPAGNé DE luis ARMSTRONG,.D'U MOMENT A L'AUTRE,POUR ME RELAXER, JE JETTE DES COUP D'OEIL A PRAVERS LA FENETRE, DEHORS AUCUN SIGNE DE VIE,DES ARBRES DANCAIENT AU RYTHME DU VENT ET DES ENFANTS,4FILLES ,2GARCONS QUI S'ENFOUTAIENT DE LA METEROLOGIE,EN FAIT C'ETAIT LEUR CRI QUI M'AVAIT POUSSER A QUITTER MA CHAISE,ILS JOUAIENT A UNPETIT JEU QU'ON APPEL"L'ELASTIQUE"IL EST EN PRINCIPE RESERVE AUX FILLES....JE LAI ESPIONAIS, MAIS J'ETE PAS LE SEUL A LE FAIRE;DERIERE UNE FENETRE TOUT PRES DE CES INNOCENTES CREATURES, DEUS FEMMENS FAISAIENT LA MEME CHOSE QUE MOI,IL YA MEME UNE DEMOSELLE QUI AVAIT OSé OUVRIRE SA FENETRE POUR LES MATER ....LA CHALEUR DE LA NOSTALGIE A SURPASSé LE FROID DE L'AUTOMNE
smile..
Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...
If you smile
With your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just...
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just...
Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...
If you smile
Through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile...
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
don't think twice..
BETTER MAN
Waitin’, watchin’ the clock, it’s four o’clock, it’s got to stop
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech
As he opens the door, she rolls over...
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over
She lies and says she’s in love with him, can’t find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can’t find a better man...
Talkin’ to herself, there’s no one else who needs to know...
She tells herself, oh...
LE GUITARISTE
I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don’t know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all...
Still my guitar gently weeps.
the thinkin'"2003
A man lies in his bed in a room with no door
He waits, hoping for a presence or something, anything to enter
After spending half his life searching
He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared
He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he?
When he was six, he believed that the moon overhead followed him
By nine, he deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact, no trade-backs
So this is what it's like to be an adult?
If he only knew now what he knew then