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I hold an image by the ashtray girl
That cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described our world
And put our friendship to the test
And late at night whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture ?
What's wrong with this picture ?

Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
And watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphore
You know we miss her
We miss her picture

Sometimes it's fated
(We) disintegrate it
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's fated
(We) assassinate it
For fear of growing old

Farewell the ashtray girl
Angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake
Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore
You know we miss her
We fucking miss her picture

Sometimes it's fated
(We) disintegrate it
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's fated
(We) assassinate it
For fear of growing old

Hang on
Though we try
It's gone

Hang on
Though we try
It's gone

Sometimes it's fated
(We) disintegrate it
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's fated
(We) assassinate it
For fear of growing old

I can't stop growing old
I can't stop growing old
I can't stop growing old
I can't stop growing old

I can't stop growing old...

on aurait droit à 'Pure Morning' ou 'Twenty Years'?

mais bien sur!!! twenty years c la toute nouvelle!!!

Twenty years

There are twenty years to go
And twenty ways to know
Who will wear,
Who will wear the hat.

There are twenty years to go
The best of all I hope
Enjoy the ride,
The medicine show.

Them's the breaks
For we designer fakes
We need to concentrate
On more than meets the eye.

There are twenty years to go
The faithful and the low,
The best of starts
The broken hearts, the stone.

There are twenty years to go
The punch-drunk and the blow,
The worst of starts
The mercy part, the foam.

Them's the breaks
For we designer fakes
We need to concentrate
On more than meets the eye.

Them's the breaks
For we designer fakes
But it's you I take
Because you're the truth not I...

There are twenty years to go
A golden age I know,
But all will pass
Will end too fast you know.

There are twenty years to go
And many friends I hope,
Though some may hold the rose,
Some hold the rope.

That's the end,
And that's the start of it
That's the whole,
And that's the part of it
That's the highs,
And that's the heart of it
That's the long,
And that's the short of it
That's the best,
And that's the test in it
That's the doubt,
The doubt, the trust in it
That's the sight,
And that's the sound of it
That's the gift,
That's the trick in it...

You're the truth, not I...

Traduction:

20 ans

Il nous reste vingt ans
Vingt ans pour savoir
Qui portera
Qui portera le chapeau

Il nous reste vingt ans
C'est tout ce que je nous souhaite
Prends ton pied
Le grand show des médocs

Puis les fractures
Avant que nous n'élaborions nos mensonges
Nous devons nous concentrer sur ce qui va au-delà des apparences

Il nous reste vingt ans
Les espoirs et les bas
Le meilleur des départs, le coeur brisé, la pierre

Il nous reste vingt ans
L'ivresse et la descente
Le pire des départs, la compassion, l'écume

Puis les fractures
Avant que nous n'élaborions nos mensonges
Nous devons nous concentrer sur ce qui va au-delà des apparences

Puis les fractures
Avant que nous n'élaborions nos mensonges
Mais c'est en toi que je crois car tu es la vérité contrairement a moi.

Il nous reste vingt ans
Un age d'or je sais
Mais tout passera et finira trop vite tu sais

Il nous reste vingt ans
Et beaucoup d'amis je l'espère
Bien que certains nous tendrons une rose
Et d'autres une corde

C'est la fin - et c'est le début de cela
C'est la totalité - et c'est la partie
C'est le sommet - et c'est le coeur
C'est la longueur et c'est la brièveté
C'est le meilleur - et c'est l'épreuve
C'est le doute - le doute et la confiance en cela
C'est l'image - et c'est le son
C'est le don - et c'est l'hypocrisie

Tu es la vérité, moi non.
Tu es la vérité, moi non.
Tu es la vérité, moi non.
Tu es la vérité, moi non.

La classique

THE BITTER END

Since we're feeling so anesthetised
In our comfort zone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home

We're running out of allibies
From the second of May
Reminds me of the summer time
On this winter's day

See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end

Every step we take that's synchronised
Every broken bone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home

You shower me with lullabies
As you're walking away
Reminds me that it's killing time
On this fatefull day

See you at the bitter end (x4)

"From the time we intercepted...feels more like suicide"

See you at the bitter end (x4)

une que j'aime bocoup aussi

TEENAGE ANGST

Shine the headlight, straight into my eyes
Like the road-kill, I'm paralysed
You see through my disguise

At the drive-in, double feature
pull the lever, break the fever
and say your last goodbyes

Since I was born I started to decay
Now nothing ever ever goes my way

One fluid gesture, like stepping back in time
Trapped in amber, petrified
And still not satisfied

Airs and social graces, elocution so divine
I'll stick to my needle, and my favourite waste of time
both spineless and sublime

Since I was born I started to decay
Now nothing ever - ever goes my way

par conntre je nai pas ma preferer ,"protege moi" je la trouve classe

pure morning (je crois que c'est celle que je prefere!)

A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend with weed is better
A friend with breasts and all the rest
A friend who's dressed in leather

A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend who'll tease is better
Our thoughts compressed
Which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather

A friend in need's a friend indeed
My Japanese is better
And when she's pressed she will undress
And then she's boxing clever

A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend who bleeds is better
My friend confessed she passed the test
And we will never sever

Days dawning, skins crawling (x4)
Pure morning (x4)

A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend who'll tease is better
Our thoughts compressed
Which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather

A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend who bleeds is better
My friend confessed she passed the test
And we will never sever

Days dawning, skins crawling (x4)
Pure morning (x4)