Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth. Only, i don't know how they got out, dear. Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met. I was happier then with no mind-set. And if you'd 'a took to me like a gull takes to the wind. Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree and i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. Hope it's right when you die, old and bony. Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, never should have called but my head's to the wall and i'm lonely. And if you'd 'a took to me like a gull takes to the wind. Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree and i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. Hope it's right when you die, old and bony. Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, never should have called but my head's to the wall and i'm lonely. God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs, and bleed into their buns 'till they melt away. I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find. Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine? And if you'd 'a took to me like well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth. Only, i don't know how they got out, dear. Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met. I was happier then with no mind-set. And if you'd 'a took to me like a gull takes to the wind. Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree and i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. Hope it's right when you die, old and bony. Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, never should have called but my head's to the wall and i'm lonely. And if you'd 'a took to me like a gull takes to the wind. Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree and i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. Hope it's right when you die, old and bony. Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, never should have called but my head's to the wall and i'm lonely. God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs, and bleed into their buns 'till they melt away. I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find. Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine? And if you'd 'a took to me like well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
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LeS ChOsEs qui ont cHaNgÉeS mA Vie

___'Chansons: _'Baba O'Riley - The Who
_₪___Chansons: _'While My Guitar Gently Weeps - The Beatles
_₪___Chansons: _'Don't Look Back Into The Sun - The Libertines
_₪___Chansons: _'Sweet Jane - The Velvet Underground
_₪___Chansons: _'The Fallen - Franz Ferdinand
_₪___Chansons: _'Victoria - The Kinks

____Films: ____'_Brokeback Mountain
_₪ ___Films: ____'_Il Etait Une Fois Dans L'Ouest
_₪ ___Films: ____'_Garden State
_₪ ___Films: ____'_Requiem For A Dream
_₪ ___Films: ____'_Million DoLLar Baby

____Livres: _____Vacances Dans Le Coma - Frédéric Beigbeder
_₪ ___Livres: _____Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
_₪ ___Livres: _____La Saga Harry Potter - JK Rowling
_₪ ___Livres: _____1984 - George Orwell
_₪ ___Livres: _____La Saga De L'Assassin Royal - Robin Hobb
_₪ ___Livres: _____Et Si C'était Vrai - Marc Lévy

____Héros: _____The Beatles
_₪ ___Héros:______Arthur Rimbaud
_₪ ___Héros:______Andy Warhol

AND YOU ?____

# Posté le samedi 28 avril 2007 16:25

Modifié le mardi 07 août 2007 11:37

l Myspace l Blog Musical l New Slang l [Title: Mouai]

l Myspace l Blog Musical l New Slang l [Title: Mouai]
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l I don't feel better when i'm fucking around l
l And i don't write better when i'm stuck in the ground l


__● SOURIRE BETEMENT EN ECOUTANT DON'T LOOK
__●.BACK INTO THE SUN.
__● ESSAYER DE COURIR SANS RAISON APPARENTE DES
__●.LES PREMIERES NOTES DE HEART IN A CAGE.
__● RESPIRER DE BONHEUR AVEC BABA O'RILEY EN
__●.FOND SONORE. [J'ai le même tic que House, celui
__●.d'imiter le piano et la batterie.
]
__● CRIEZ PENDANT VICTORIA.
__● FLOTTER DE BONHEUR DEVANT NEW SLANG.
__● CHANTER A TUE-TETE AVEC LES VOIX DE JOHN &
__●.PAUL DANS TICKET TO RIDE.
__● PLEURER A CAUSE DE HERE COMES THE SUN.
__● RIRE GRACE A ATLANTIS TO INTERZONE.


l So don't teach me a lesson cause i've already learned l
l Yeah, the sun will be shining and my children will burn l


Non, vraiment, il y a certaines choses__
que l'on ne ressent qu'avec la musique.__

# Posté le lundi 02 avril 2007 15:25

Modifié le mercredi 22 août 2007 14:19

l Myspace l Blog Musical l Outsiders l [Title: Music Is Not Fun]

l Myspace l Blog Musical l Outsiders l [Title: Music Is Not Fun]

# Posté le dimanche 25 mars 2007 09:53

Modifié le mercredi 22 août 2007 14:20

l Myspace l Blog Musical l 22 Grand Job l [Title: Boredom]

l Myspace l Blog Musical l 22 Grand Job l [Title: Boredom]
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.Don't look back into the sun. Now .you know that your time has come. .And they said that it would never .come for you. Oh my friend you .haven't changed. Looking rough .and living strange. And I know .you've got a taste for it too. They .will never forgive you but they .won't let you go. No she'll never .forgive you but she won't let you .go, oh no. Don't look back into the .sun. You cast your cards but you're .on the run. And all the lives said .hurt, did you say. When they .played that song at the death .disco. It started fast but it ends so .slow. And all the time it reminded .me of you. Ah they will never .forgive you but they wont let you .go. She'll never forgive you but .she wont let you go, oh no.


Je suis lunatique, je me fous des gens qui n'ont aucun rapport de près ou de loin avec moi. Je désire tout, tout de suite et rien dans longtemps. Je regrette les choses que j'achète et envie ce que je veux. Avant de les regretter quand je les ai, bien sur. J'ai envie de compagnie mais quand on me l'a propose, je la refuse. Je crois que je suis solitaire, trop même. J'ai l'impression d'être à l'opposé des gens par rapport à mes pensées, mes goûts et mes intérêts. Mais je suis banale. Je prend la défense des gens qui ont un état qui provoque le dégoût, la peur et/ou l'intolérance. Je me moque des gens qui sont aimés. Je fais des choses stupides sans me préoccuper des répercussions. Je suis difficile à vivre mais j'ai des amis. Enfin, je crois.


Je suppose que je ne serai toujours qu'une enfant.

# Posté le lundi 19 mars 2007 18:18

Modifié le mercredi 22 août 2007 14:20