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Elle avait la peau bleu
Et lui aussi
Il le gardait cachée
Et elle aussi
Ils cherchaient la bleue toute leurs vies
Ils se passent, sans jamais le connaître
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Bonnet Blue
04:13
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She had blue skin
And so did he
He kept it hidden
And so did she
They searched for blue
Their whole life through
Then passed right by
And never knew
She came to pass
Her rain fell en mass
To a field of grain
To a neighbor’s plain
But as she flew
She spotted blue
Lying on a bed
Cant barely lift his head
Bonnet Blue
She rose
To him at last
Her color close
As he went
His heart was bent
Peter don't you take me yet
There must be someone to save me
I bet...
Send me to the ground
With the faith I lost and then I found
Send me to Gaia from the sky
And oh can you tell my mother
That I say hello
I traded wings for dirt
And hurt for things
That don't make feel ashamed
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Blue it’s you it’s you
Blue it’s you it’s you
Blue it’s you it’s you
Blue it’s you it’s you
Make me the same
Make me the same
Make me the same hue
Oh please make me the same
Make me the same
Make me the same
Oh PLEASE MAKE ME the same
Make me the same
Make me just sane
Oh please make me the same
Make me the same
Make me the same
Next to bonnet blue
A cloud was made
A rain it came
And there he grew
Next to bonnet blue
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5. |
Smile
02:17
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I know a girl
She makes me smile
And I know a man
Who throws it all away
Some say past the wrath of the days
Tourniquets and pages of manuscripts
Oh I always say
Read on...
I know a girl she makes me frown
And I know a man he just smiles
And says hello
Same old story
Again and again
Who knows the end
Come back next summertime...
Again
Oh and again
I know a girl
She makes me smile
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6. |
Une Fête pour Les Morts
00:40
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Lusitania
04:40
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If you loosen liable lips
You keep sinking all my ships
Oh and you're the one who sank my Lusitania
But somehow it don't register as pain, at all
Till it finds our crooked vein
It should help
Oh let's not remember the name
Oh
You made lines along your shore
Oh no
Through my heart that ripped and tore
Oh
We don't study this war no more
So we let our backbones slip
Till the arc spits from my fingertips
And we'll become a hazard in the rain
Boy we'll get charged out in the rain
And there's a 60-cycle hum
Go ahead, say something dumb boy, there's no shame
There's no shame
Go ahead, say something dumb boy, there's no shame
Oh
You lay your lines along your shore
No
Through my heart you've ripped and torn
Oh
We don't study this war no more
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Mid-summer's night time
Alone on a park bench
The scent of her oil
Lingers in the air
She told me of a man
Shipwrecked in Guadalcanal
Ten years gone
The drink took them all
But he still had a story to speak
Mid-summer's night time
Alone on a park bench
The man came and shed off the tonnage
He sang a song so sweet
It could light us all
About fires on the hill
Into the darkness the man starred still
But its all
Memories...
He sang " we wont go
Home alone
Until the fires light our streets
Oh the fires on the hill
Blow away the shills and the liars
And still they came, still they came,
still they..."
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10. |
Fires on the Hill: Exit
03:25
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Oh we won't go
Home alone
Till the fires burn the streets
Oh we won't go
Home alone
While we're standing on our feet
Oh we wont go
Home alone
All the sailors home for leave
Join the band of thieves
Dance was their reprieve
From a hard long yard at sea
Setting fires on the hill
Drank that liquor swill
Set alight their homes
Sailing tonnage of their own
Fires on the hill
Sound the chorus still
Sang "The fires on the hill
Blew away the shills and the liars"
Fires on the hill
Sound the chorus growing growing still
All the sailors home for leave
Joined the merry band of thieves
Dance was their reprieve
From a hard long year at sea...
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The river dried up.
Everyone in village
promised me one day
the tiny wooden plank
I used to walk across
to explore the forest
would be cast aside
unneeded during dry season
They said it would happen
when the clouds closed,
no more deafening drops
On tin-roofed afternoons,
that the place they call Agoona,
would, for a few months
be freed of her duty
as laundry room, bathtub,
and drinking fountain.
As the suns brutal heat
began to fade into the bearable
warmth of early evening
I tiptoed barefoot
straight into the riverbed
feeling like an intruder,
not walking on water,
but walking where water
Should be.
My feet felt warm earth
and my body leaned over the edge
mirroring the jutting roots-
now exposed-
of the trees bending
along the sloping bank
If I can just dig my toes
deep enough
into the earth
wrap my body
around the branches
learn the ways
of the rooted trees,
I’ll able be to inhale
while I lean out
into the emptiness
of the dry river
And wait
for the rains
And exhale.
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Before you your mom and dad used to
Smoke in the texas sun
They were young once too
And your mom, oh she found Jesus
While your old man stepped out, he drew up his veins
It's quiet in the house of the old
You can hear through grinding teeth
Clocks taking their toll
Time has a mind of it's own
And like our sun spinning around
It won't slow for you now
Oh I wanna catch in a lens
Color my green eyes don't see just yet
The horsemen they all blow out their torches
But I can see you still shining out
I've been pouring my heart up
All up through them floorboards
But you know its not the come down
But you sleep in a bed for a giant
While you wait for your love to come home
But you don't know
She ain't coming back
Oh I wanna catch in a song
Notes I don't hear yet but I will when I'm gone
Oh say you don't know
If you don't
And when you don't
Oh just when you don't
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Dans les ténèbres qui m’enserrent,
Noires comme un puits où l’on se noie,
Je rends grâce aux dieux quels qu’ils soient,
Pour mon âme invincible et fière,
Dans de cruelles circonstances,
Je n’ai ni gémi ni pleuré,
Meurtri par cette existence,
Je suis debout bien que blessé,
En ce lieu de colère et de pleurs,
Se profile l’ombre de la mort,
Et je ne sais ce que me réserve le sort,
Mais je suis et je resterai sans peur,
Aussi étroit soit le chemin,
Nombreux les châtiments infâmes,
Je suis le maître de mon destin,
Je suis le capitaine de mon âme.
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14. |
Une Chanson de Dieu
02:55
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I caught you knockin' at my cellar door
"I love you, baby. Can I have some more?"
Ooh, ooh, the damage done
I hit the city and I lost my band
I watched the needle take another man
Gone, gone, the damage done
I sing the song, because I love the man
I know that some of you don't understand
Milk-blood to keep from running out
I've seen the needle and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's like a settin' sun
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One summer evening drunk to hell
I sat there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
"Where The Water Lilies Grow"
And on the jukebox Johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's how are you kid and what's your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang
Of my elusive dreams
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling, sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
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17. |
Le Son de la Forêt
01:01
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If Klayton would email me them THAT WOULD BE GREAT, KLAYTON
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20. |
Le Son de La Nuit
01:12
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