I know, I'll have to repeat the above at least a dozen times in a row.
Row, row, row your boat - Gently down the stream - Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily - Life is but a dream
Row, row, row your boat - Gently down the stream - Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily - Life is but a dream
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French Soul L'Esclave Endormi - .....Life is but a dream: L'ESCLAVE ENDORMI
(Armande Altaï / Armande Altaï) Pâleur, orphique beauté, Garçon effeuillé sur ma couche, Nimbé de perversité, Un souffle innocent sur la bouche. Vautré dans les dentelles Ton corps évanoui Que le désir écartèle L'esclave endormi. Poissé de parfums et de vin Enroulé de guirlandes de fleurs, Offert au vent frais du matin, Gorgé de nerfs et de langueurs. Vautré dans les dentelles Ton corps évanoui Que le désir écartèle L'esclave endormi. Flottant au souffle d'Eole, Gisant dans une tempête soumise, Que laile de laube bleue frôle, Ton flanc quun frisson frêle irise. Vautré dans les dentelles Ton corps évanoui Que le désir écartèle L'esclave endormi. |
Gewidmet der Nutznießer des jetzigen Systems:
"Two Heads" You want two heads on your body And you've got two mirrors in your hand. Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick and your nose is too small for this land. Inside your head is your town Inside your room your jail Inside your mouth the elephant's trunk and booze, the only key to your bail Two heads can be put together. And you can fill both your feet with sand. No one will know you've gutted your mind but what will you do with your bloody hands? Your lions are fighting with chairs, Your arms are incredibly fat; Your women are tired of dying alive If you've had any women at that. Wearing your comb like an ax in your head and list'ning for signs of life; Children are sucking on stone and lead And chasing their hoops with a knife; New breasts and jewels for the girl, Keep them polished and shining; Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life, For no child of mine. Want two heads on your body and you've got two mirrors in your hand |