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- Joseph D'Anvers - Manosque - - Café Provisoire - Joseph se dit d’Anvers, mais vient de Nevers. Il a écrit pour Bashung et Dick Rivers, aime les road-movies américains, la couleur rouge, préfère la boxe au foot (surtout depuis qu'il a laissé un tendon...
Lire la suiteDans mes prés gorgés de rosée L’amère odeur me digérait Là sous le saule je te pleure Je me noie, je t'enterrerai Trois fois par jour de l’autre côté Rien ne vengera plus ce visage las Rien n’est moins paisible à présent tu vois Rien ne brisera jamais...
Lire la suiteDead weight on your vomit slippy floor Can’t help yourself from drink like a fish Wicked blod-red wine makes you dead drunk I hope that you’ll choke in your vomit (I hope that you’ll choke in your vomit) You, such a dawdler, feeble-minded You and me what...
Lire la suiteThis girl has a wonderful dress She's walking around the side-car She's waiting for the giant heart Then she will be the princess She dreams about horses and flies She wants to be loved by a wolf Big, big giant wolf as she said With red diamonds in his...
Lire la suiteThe mud on your face The blood on your hands What could I say ? You suck, bastard Take your time No freedom at all No open mind You blind man These shadows on the wall This blood won’t leave Your head will fall So you’ll be dead You know you can’t After...
Lire la suiteSo far away to fly Somes ay I am back Somes ay I am gone And crazy now If you want to meet me If you want to go You got to hold on tight Yes you really got Cause you are My devil inside Yes you are My space woman Yeah Cause you are My sweet satisfaction...
Lire la suitePretend you’re here Always alone Pretend you’re here Never with me Pretend you’re here Always outthere Pretend you’re here Don’t know why Pretend you’re here Just fake, fake, fake So stop pretending Now just forget it Say the truth Stay here or go But...
Lire la suiteI said I was dead But I could have lied I don’t know My mind, sometimes Is like a butterfly Don’t know what I want Don’t know what I need Don’t know who I am Don’t feel nothing anymore Maybe I am nothing I am nothing I must be nothing Nothing but a freak...
Lire la suiteI just can't believe I see you Just in front of me, you're so here I touch your hair just to be sure I really can hear your stony voice With your own guitar I can tell My troubadour plays everyday Everyday a new song for me And it brings a big shinny...
Lire la suiteAll around me Everything smells It's not a crime, What a pity Blowing my words Your hand on my shoulder My feets in your shoes Too big, and too dirty you know My head on the wall My fingers bleeding Because of you, you know And my teeth fall down I have...
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