Could this be my new love?

Ma nécessité ma chance, mes troubles ma différence,
se cachent pendant l’absence, c’est ma cécité
Rouge abus d’aisance de clairs puissant voyances
de scènes allumées engeance sans cesse étirées
De bruits comme un remède de plaies qui longtemps saignent
d’émettre avant le trêve, un oubli passager
Avance tout droit et compte les pas
qui me séparent de toi

Avant de s’asseoir avant d’être sur avant d’apprendre à gémir :
« tu me reprendras jamais, que pour une semaine encore »
De résonances d’homme blessé, de cailloux mâchés qui brisent la langue
cherche à parler, cherches à parler
Un soupir qui s’échappe des plaies qui longtemps saignent dis moi :
« comment penser l’après sans être plombé de remords ? »
Ecartes bien la tête et bouge les bras
et étends bien loin les bras pour toucher, toucher du doigt

J’ai pourtant essayé de penser de te rendre responsable des infirmités celles qui m’empêchent de voir
Mais reste à l’écart et tiens bien les marges
C’est la sévérité celle qui pousse à voir
Aussi loin que cherche ma mémoire, rien n’existe que l’absence et la perte de sens
Ecartes bien la tête et bouge les bras
Et étends bien loin les bras pour toucher du doigt

Ces murmures d’existence, de scènes allumées tombées
Ma nécessité ma chance me laisse un peu tomber
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Brian please sing for me...

Pushing throught the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, he said earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying

I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons and t.v.’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 that1

Well 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 miss you, you’re beautiful...

We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years...

letter to Fuel

If I die today
it's okay
at least I got to meet my One

You think I'm a slut, but you still love me
Third sentence, first meeting: I'm in love with you

You stll owe me a night of babymaking
Caramel Babies

Everyday I wonder what could have been...

I don't know you, I love you, I do know you...Fuck

PS: Next time listen to your heart instead of listening to your friends...
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bitter deception, bitter
So long surrogate knowledge
Goodbye beloved illusion

So here I stand, nearly
as naked as the truth
and only shame on my

Then Jake comes along
pretty perfect Jake
with black crosses on his eyes
and duck tape on his mouth