A Music Lover
World Trade Center : the twin towers (1998)
updated
It does flips and throws you over
Board your ship that's going nowhere
If you stop, you'll end up somewhere
Everybody wants to go to Japan
Everybody wants to go to Japan
Everybody wants to go to Japan
Everybody, just hold hands
Everybody wants to go to californ-I-a
To live their life on a sunny day
Dreaming of someone else's wife and kids (kids and wife)
But they'll be bringing you the same old shit (strife)
Everybody wants to go to Japan
Everybody wants to go to Japan
Everybody wants to go to Japan
Everybody, just hold hands
Everybody wants to go to Jamaica
Queens in drag will surely fake you
Take you home, and then they'll rape you
But you like it, so say 'thank you'
Everybody wants to go to Japan
Everybody wants to go to Japan
Everybody wants to go to Japan
Everybody, just hold hands
Now, everybody wants to go to Iraq
But once they go, they don't come back
Bringing peanut butter jelly and other snacks
We might have our freedom, but we're still on crack.
Everybody wants to go to Japan
Everybody wants to go to Japan
Everybody wants to go to Japan
Everybody, just hold hands
My soul was filled with crystal light
Lavender ribbons of rain sang
Ridding my heart of mortal fight, of mortal fight
Broken sundown, fatherless showdown
Gun hip, swollen lip, bottle sip, yeah I suck dick
Loose grip on gravity falls
Sky blinding, crumbling walls
Never sweep away my memories of
Children's things, a young mother's love, before the
Yearning song of flesh on flesh
Young hearts burst, open wounds, bleed fresh
A young brother, skinny and tall my
Older walks oceanward and somber, slumber, sleeping
Flowers in the water
But I'm just his daughter
Walking down an icy grave
Leading to my schizophrenic father
Weeping willow won't you wallow louder
Searching for my father's power
I'm a shake you off though
Get up on that horse
And ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse
I'm a shake you off though
Get up on that horse and
Ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse
I'ma shake you off though
Look back (with no remorse)
He's a black magic wielder, some say a witch
Wielded darkness when he was vile and
I raise my arms and I'm her child and
He was the bastard that broke up the marriage
Evil doer doing evil from a baby carriage
And he was born with the same blue eyes
Crystal ships dripping with ice
Diamonds coruscate in the night
Fireworks, electric bright
And now he's got his own two sons
Tries to hide his tears in a world of fun
But loveless bedrooms filled with doom
Bring silent heartache July to June
Swoon over new young heart flame
Mourn the memories later
Laugh now alligator
Laugh now alligator
Oh, In a dream my father came to me (In a dream I was a werewolf)
And made me swear that I'd keep (My soul was filled with crystal light)
What's sacred to me
And if I get the choice (Lavender ribbons of rain sang)
To live in his name (Ridding my heart of mortal fight)
I'll pray my way through the rain
Singing "Oh, happy day!"
I don't mean to close the door, but
For the record, my heart is sore
You blew through me like bullet holes
Left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul
You left me broke down begging for change
Had to catch a ride with a man who's deranged
He had your hands and my father's face
Another western vampire, different time, same place
I has dreams that brings me sadness
Rain much deeper than a river
Sorrow flow through me
Tiny waves of shivers
Corny movies make me reminisce
They break me down easy
On this generic love shit
First kiss, frog and princess
I'm a shake you off though
Get up on that horse and
Ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse
I'm a shake you off though
Get up on that horse and
Ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse
I'm a shake you off though
Get up on that horse and
Ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse
I'm a shake you off though
Get up on that horse and
Ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse
I'm a shake you off though
Look back with no remorse
Bloated like soggy cereal
God will come and wash away
Our tattoos and all the cocaine
And all of the aborted babies
Will turn into little bambies
Wounded river push along
Searching for that desert song
And mozart's requiem will play
On tiny spearkers made of clay
Tell my mother that i love her
Martin luther you're an angel
Charming monkey saunter swagger
Drunken donkey limbs disjointed
Your chest is a petting zoo
Mexican pony fucked up shoes
I dreamt one thousand basketball courts
Nothing holier than sports
Dragonfly kiss your tail
Precious robot built so frail
Universe of milk and ember
Your hot kiss in mid december
What's god name i can't remember
Trough the crack eye lovely weather
Pillow case on his head
No more breathing time
An ambulance sped
Sped 'round ever corner
Calling out his name
Shot a rabbit from the back seat window
Sat and watched the summer corn grow
Ate ice cream in a desert dream
And got lost in father's singing
Too hot inside
Too hot outside
Lazy days when I said let's go for a ride
We'll sail on Spirit Lake
Me, my pappy, and his lemonade
Tim and Tina were my parents' names
They got engaged
They were inflamed
Seduced by the light of butterflies
How they shimmer, how they glimmer
Those butterflies
We seven kids
We almost died
Nearly put to death
By lightening strikes
Instead there was hot, pink
Flashes in the sky
We climbed the rocks, in snow and rain
In search of magic powers
To heal our mother's pain
To the villain
Give rise
To the head of
Deprived
Of the protector
And shield
From weather
My sister,
She used to goat's blood
To conceal her ravaged body
But,
I was gifted
With my uncle Freddy's baby
Froze in time
I could hide
Bloated belly,
Baby inside
Give rise
To the villain
Give rise
To the head of
Deprived
Of the protector
And shield
From weather
What happened
To my life
All this ain't right
I should have taken
It myself
With uncle Freddy's knife
Cause the grave is
Very suiting
For a bloodless
Daughter bride
Give rise
To the villain
Give rise
To the head of
Deprived
Of the protector
And shield
From weather
J'ai fait six semaines. Ça m'a bien plu de suivre le mouvement. Je n'ai pas réécouté, je ne sais plus ce que je raconte dedans. Jamais personne ne m'en parle mais pour moi c'était naturel. Je viens d'un milieu d'ouvriers, d'artisans, de paysans, donc je suis typiquement Gilets jaunes. Pour moi, ce sont comme les peaux rouges, ils sont venus pour se battre mais de toute façon ils l'ont dans le baba. Les plus beaux combats sont ceux perdus d'avance. La modernité met de côté les gens, je vois bien comment vivent les personnes de ma famille. À une époque, ma maison de disques voulait que je prenne des cours de diction parce qu'on trouvait que j'avais un accent auvergnat trop prononcé. Non mais ça va pas ! J'ai jamais eu ni accepté les codes pour réussir dans ce métier.
Interview RFI Musique 5/11/2021
After the Prince & the Showgirl 03:08
Goodnight Moon 06:45
Et sur le Quai des Grands Augustins
Nous tournons les pages à l'improviste
Devant l'étalage d'un bouquiniste
Je ne vous connais pas, je vous frôle
Là sur le Quai, épaule contre épaule
Nous jetons en même temps un œil sur
Les quatrièmes de couverture
Une biographie de Signoret
Voilà le genre de choses qui vous plaît
Un storyboard de Fellini
Le genre de truc qui vous fait lever la nuit
Je vous devine à Juan-les-Pins
Un Press-Pocket entre les mains
Emportez-vous à Maisons-Laffite
Ce Boris Vian en 10/18?
Je connais bien votre poignet
Je connais vos mains, votre bracelet
J'aime la manière dont vous reposez
Tristan Corbière sur le côté
Qu'allez-vous donc penser de moi si
J'attrape en rayon "Les années Platini?"
Finalement, je préfère me rabattre
Sur la NRF de 54
300 pages sur la guerre d'Espagne
Le genre de chose qui nous éloigne
Un vieux Sempé en Livre de poche
Le genre de truc qui nous rapproche
Guide du Routard du Sri Lanka
Dieu soit loué, on ne se connaît pas
Hitchkock-Truffaut : les "Entretiens"
Nous avons tant de choses en commun
23 juillet, Paris s'éteint
Et sur le Quai des Grands Augustins
Nous tournons les pages à l'improviste
Devant l'étalage d'un bouquiniste
Je ne vous connais pas, je vous frôle
Là sur le Quai, épaule contre épaule
Sur les quatrièmes de couverture
Nous cherchons la même aventure
Sur les quatrièmes de couverture


