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Samedi 2 juillet 2005

 

Rock'n roll suicide

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth

You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette

The wall-to-wall' is calling, it lingers, then you forget

You're a rock'n'roll suicide

You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it

And the clock waits so patiently on your song

You walk past the cafe but you don't eat when you've lived too long

You're a rock'n'roll suicide

Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road

But the day breaks instead so you hurry home

Don't let the sun blast your shadow

Don't let the milk floats ride your mind

It's so natural - religiously unkind

Oh, no love! You're not alone

You're watching yourself but you're too unfair

You got you head all tangled up but if I could only make you care

Oh, no love! You're not alone

No matter what or who you've been

No matter when or where you've seen

All the knives seem to lacerate your brain

I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain

You're not alone just turn on with me

You're not alone let's turn on and be

You're not alone gimme your hands

You're wonderful gimme your hands

You're wonderful gimme your hands

Ziggy stardust

Ziggy played guitar

Jamming good with Weird and Gilly

The Spiders from Mars

He played it left hand

But made it too far

Became the special man

Then we were Ziggy's band

Ziggy really sang

Screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo

Like some cat from

He could lick 'em by smiling

He could leave 'em to hang

Came on so loaded man

Well hung and snow whithe tan

So where were the Spiders

While the fly tried to break our balls?

Just the beer light to guide us

So we bitched about his fans

And should we crush his sweet hands?

Ziggy played for time

Living us that we were voodoo

The kids were just crass

He was the nass

With God given ass

He took it all too far

But boy could he play guitar?

Making love with his ego

Ziggy sucked up into his mind

Like a leper messiah

When the kids had killed the man

I had to break up the bandOh Yeah

Ziggy played guitar

Amsterdam

In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who sings

Of the dreams that he brings

From the wide open sea

port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who sleeps

While the river bank weeps

To the old willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who dies

Full of beer, full of cries

In a drunken town fight

In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who's born

On a hot muggy morn

By the dawn's early light

In the port of Amsterdam

Where the sailors all meet

There's a sailor who eats

Only fish heads and tails

And he'll show you his teeth

That have rotted too soon

That can haul up the sails

That can swallow the moon

And he yells to the cook

With his arms open wide

"Hey, bring me more fish

Throw it down by my side"

And he wants so to belch

But he's too full to try

So he stands up andlaughs

And he zips up his fly

In the port of Amsterdam

You can see sailors dance

Paunches bursting theirpants

Grinding women to porch

They've forgotten thetune

That their whiskey voice croaked

Splitting the night

With the roar of their jokesAnd they turn and they dance

And they laugh and they lust

Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts

And then out of the night

port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who drinks

And he drinks and he drinks

And he drinks once again

AHe'll drink to the health

Of the whores of Amsterdam

Who've given their bodies

To a thousand other men

Yeah, they've bargained their virtue

Their goodness all gone

For a few dirty coins

Well he just can't go on

Throws his nose to the sky

And he aims it up above

And he pisses like I cry

On the unfaithful love

In the port of Amsterdam

In the port of Amsterdam

Five years

Pushing thru the market square

So many mothers sighing

News had just come over

We had five years left to cry in

News guy wept when he told us

Earth was really dying

Cry so much his face was wet

When I knew he was not lying

I heard telephones, opera house

Favorite melodies

I saw boys, toys; electric irons and TV's

My brain hurt like a warehouse

It had no room to spare

I had to cram so many things to store

Everything in there

And all the fat-skinny people

And all the tall-short people

And all the nobody people

And all the somebody people

I never thought I'd need so many people

A girl my age went off her head

Hit some tiny children

If the black hadn't a pulled her off

I think she would have killed them

A soldier with a broken arm

Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac

A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest

And a queer threw up at the sight of that

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour

Drinking milk shakes cold and long

Smiling and waving and looking so fine

Don't think you knew you were in this song

And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor

 

And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there

Your face, your race, the way that you talk

I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We got five years, stuck on my eyes

We got five years, what a surprise

We got five years, my brain hurts a lot

We got five years, that's all we've got

Time

Time, he's waiting in the wings

He speaks of senseless things

His script is you and me, boy

Time, he flexes like a whore

Falls wanking to the floor

His trick is you and me, boy

Time, in quaaludes and red wine

Demanding Billy Dolls

And other friends of mine

Take your time

The sniper in the brain

Regurgitating drain

Incestuous and vain

And many other last names

I look at my watch it say 9:25

And I think "Oh God, I'm still alive"

We should be on by now

You, are not a victim

You, just scream with boredom

You, are note evicting time

Chimes, Goddamn, you're looking old

You'll freeze and catch a cold

Cause you've left your coat behind

Take your time

Breaking up is hard

But keeping dark is hateful

I had so many dreams

I had so many breakthroughs

But you, my love, were kind

But love has left you dreamless

The door to dreams was closed

Your park was real and greenless

Perhaps you're smiling now

Smiling through this darkness

But all I have to give is guilt for dreaming

We shoud be on by now (5 fois)

Yeah! Time

 

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