{De l'ancien autre côté.} - Hyères-les-Palmiers, rue des Porches.
Dimanche 19 novembre 2006.
{Un an plus tôt}
Combien de temps que je n'avais pas déambulé
Musique blanche dans les oreilles
Dans ces rues vidées d'intérêt ?
Ouais moi aussi j'aurais aimé
Avoir des fleurs dans mes cheveux...
Sandi Thom - I wish i was a punk rocker (with flowers in my hair). -
Oh I wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and radio was king
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Oh I wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teen
and anarchy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh I wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super info highway was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs
and playing games meant kick arounds
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh I wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
{Noir et blanc.} - intérieur, fin de jour.
Samedi 18 novembre 2006.
{Un an plus tôt}
Quand les souris dansent dans le calme
Et que les chats sont partis...
Quand le train vague de gare en gare
Et que sourient les p'tits sourires...
Quand le dragon angoisse de grosses larmes
Et qu'il a du mal à s'endormir...
Quand elle prie qu'il n'y aura pas pire
Et qu'elle écrase tout en un air triste
Quand je sais que cette ville m'est vide
Et que je n'aurais pas à la remplir...
En même temps
On n'a pas tous la chance d'être
Une télé en noir et blanc...