Hello mes Zigos! Z’êtes au courant, on est beaucoup dans ma caboche. Bah, cette semaine, le volant a encore été laissé à :
Je ne suis pas un cas unique. Quand les yeux nous piquent, quand notre cœur explose, quand notre gorge se serre et que nos joues sont emplies de sel, un seul remède la musique. Oui, mais… La plus triste possible, le comble! Let’s go pour la playlist wouhou du soir 😶
(PS : Ne vous inquiétez pas, si j’expulse, c’est que ça va. Cheers!)
Hello darkness, my old friend I’ve come to talk with you again – Again!
À l’origine tout résonne, tout resplendit, tout s’illumine, tout s’envole. Un arbre, un océan, un orage, un enfant, tout croît, tout grandit dans l’éternel printemps.
You took my hand, you showed me how. You promised me you’d be around. I took your words, and I believed in everything you said to me.
You slide down close beside me in the silence of a heartbeat and wrap your arms around me with a murmured lullaby. There’s a memory of the first time in the stillness of a teardrop that you hold me for the last time in the dying of the light.
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow and she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief and I kissed her goodbye, said, all beauty must die and lent down and planted a rose between her teeth.
Yes, I understand that every life must end as we sit alone I know someday we must go.
Ever since the day, the day you went away I felt that emptiness so wide. I don’t know what’s wrong or right.
Such a lonely day, and it’s mine. It’s a day that I’m glad I survived.
All around me are familiar faces worn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for the daily races; Going nowhere, going nowhere.
There’s a ghost on the horizon when I, go to bed. How can I fall asleep at night? How will I rest my head?
Beyond the door there’s peace, I’m sure. ‘Cause I know there’ll be no more tears in heaven.
Ma, la-la-la, la-la-la. Pleure les arbres avec moi. La, la-la-la, la-la-la. Pleure nos âmes tout bas.
Zigomaphone 