Youd better close your eyes...

"Sweet child in time youll see the line
The line thats drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll
If youve been bad, lord I bet you have
And youve been hit by flying lead
Youd better close your eyes and bow your head
And wait for the ricochet"

"Whiskey and Wimmin almost wrecked my life
Whiskey and wimmin almost wrecked my life
Werent for whiskey and wimmin, i have money today

Nightlife Nightlife Nightlife
aint no good aint no good for me
I had a good start but wimmin and whiskey tore it down

Whiskey and Wimmin aint no good for me
Whiskey and wimmin aint no good aint no good for me
I had a lot of money, and big fine car, but i lost everything i had
aw i did

I had a lot of money at one time but nightlife, and whiskey wrecked my life."

love burns inside me



I'm losing the reasons to breathe I never lived

"Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I fear
Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I fear

No more fear, no more fear I'm in love
Losing sensation for you my love I fear
Losing sensation for you my love I fear
No more fear, no more fear I'm in love

Spoken: Love...love...I'm in love

Losing the reasons to breathe I never lived
I'm losing the reasons to breathe I never lived
Never lived, never lived I'm in love

These are my reasons the truth is never filled
These are my reasons the truth is never filled
I'm never filled, never filled I'm in love

Spoken: Love, love, I'm in love

Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I kill
Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I kill
Red eyes and tears
Red eyes and tears
Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I kill
No more kill, no more kill I'm in love

Spoken: Love, love, I'm in love"

La preuve en image (c'est l'émotion de surprendre un big foot qui explique le flou, et non pas un Parkinson avancé):

Les fous qui me servent d'amis sont repartis en France après deux semaintes de vacances à Boston dans mon super grand 30 m2.

Ce fut super, et plus particulièrement New York (surtout Harleem et le Queens de nuit, le bronx de jour c'est un peu trop clean) et son métro (plus mal indiqué, je ne vois pas).

Hier soir le repas d'aurevoir, on l'a fait avec des collègues dans un "Clubhouse" typiquement américain (comprendre dans la carte tu as le choix entre des burgers ou des burgers, avec des frites autrement appelées légumes).

Très bonne soirée de mon point de vue, même si j'en ai pris plein la tronche.

Enfin voilà, retour au train train de la science !

Merci aux deux [Clan_Pin] qui sont venus donc, et grosses bises aux autres ;)

Votre serviteur.

P.S: Vive l'Inde.

c'est épuisant...

Il faudra que j'y retourne (au moins) un autre week end.

Des détails peut être plus tard.

Ce week-end, à moi la grosse pomme !

Je suis trop content d'être heureux !

"Metaphor for a missing moment
Pull me in to your perfect circle

One womb
One shame
One resolve

Liberate this will
To release us all

Gotta cut away, clear away
Snip away and sever this
Umbilical residue that's
Keeping me from killing you

And from pulling you down with me in here
I can almost hear you scream

One more medicated peaceful moment
Give Me
One more medicated peaceful moment

And I don't wanna feel this overwhelming
Hostility
I don't wanna feel this overwhelming
Hostility

Gotta cut away, clear away
Snip away and sever this
Umbilical residue

Gotta cut away, clear away
Snip away and sever this
Umbilical residue that's
Keeping me from killing you

Snip away and sever this

Keeping me from killing you"