On croit connaitre ses amis mais c'est quand ils partent qu'on sait qui ils sont...
Enfin il n'est pas vraiment encore parti juste tres distant mais je sens la fin proche...
pourquoi? je ne lui ai rien fait...j'ai essayé de le sortir des galeres ou ils se mettaient.
je veux pas le perdre mais bon c'est son choix...
je ne le supplierai pas
Just remember what he was...

Une bonne chanson d'énervé
Si t'en as marre de quelqu'un balance lui ça dans la tronche!

Boiler

Looks like i'm gonna do everything myself

maybe i could use some help but hell,

you want something done right you gotta do it yourself

maybe life is up and down but my life's been (what?)

till now i crawled up your butt somehow and that's

when things got turned around i used to be alive

now i feel pathetic and now i get it what's done is done you just leave it alone

and don't regret it but sometimes,

some things turn into dumb things

and that's when you put your foot down.

why did i have to go and meet somebody like you (like you)

why did you have to go and hurt somebody like me (like me)

how could you do somebody like that?

(like that) hope you know that i'm never coming back (never coming back)

looks like i'm gonna do everything myself (everything myself)

maybe i could use some help but hell,

if you want something done right you just do it yourself (got it?)

maybe life is up and down but my life's been (what?)

till now (got it) i crawled up your butt somehow (got it)

and that's when shit got turned around (got it)

i used to be alive i'm so pathetic but now i get it what's done is done

i know you just leave it alone and don't regret it

but sometimes some things turn into dumb things

and that's when you put your foot down.

why did i have to meet somebody like you?

why did you have to hurt somebody like me?

how could you do somebody like that?

hope you know that i'm never comin' back

why did i have to meet some-body like you?

why did you have to hurt somebody like me?

how could you do somebody like that?

hope you know that i'm never comin' back

depending on you is done giving to you is done no more eating

no sleeping no living it's all just more giving to you

and i'm done depending on you is done giving to you is done

no more reaching no sleeping no living it's all just forgiving to you

and i'm done the hiding from you is done the lying on you is done

no more eating no more sleeping no living it's all just more giving to you

and i'm done why did i have to meet somebody like you?

why did you have to hurt somebody like me?

how could you do somebody like that?

i hope you know that i'm never coming back

why did i have to meet somebody like you?

why did you have to hurt somebody like me?

how could you do somebody like that?

i hope you know that i'm never coming back

why? why? why?

Cette photo est vraiment belle...comme un souvenir qui ressurgit...

Encore une chanson terriblement triste...
de plus pour moi c'est la chanson qui me rappelle mon pere...


"Ode To My Family"

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo,
doo...

Understand the things I say, don't turn away from me,
'Cause
I've spent half my life out there, you wouldn't disagree.
Do you see me? Do
you see? Do you like me?
Do you like me standing there? Do you notice?

Do you know? Do you see me? Do you see me?
Does anyone care?


Unhappiness where's when I was young,
And we didn't give a damn,

'Cause we were raised,
To see life as fun and take it if we can.
My
mother, my mother,
She hold me, she hold me, when I was out there.
My
father, my father,
He liked me, oh, he liked me. Does anyone care?


Understand what I've become, it wasn't my design.
And people
ev'rywhere think, something better than I am.
But I miss you, I miss, 'cause
I liked it,
'Cause I liked it, when I was out there. Do you know this?

Do you know you did not find me. You did not find.
Does anyone care?


Unhappiness where's when I was young,
And we didn't give a damn,

'Cause we were raised,
To see life as fun and take it if we can.
My
mother, my mother,
She hold me, she hold me, when I was out there.
My
father, my father,
He liked me, oh, he liked me.

Does anyone
care?... [X9]
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo...

C'est pour moi le meilleur groupe avec Mark Knopfler le meilleur guitariste...enfin bon disons qu'ils jouent admirablement bien et que leur musique me touche beaucoup.Elle me rappelle des années d'insouciance et de bonheur...Et de plus les paroles des chansons sont tous ce qu'il y a de plus pur et de plus beau tout en étant toujours sinceres...
Voici une de mes préférées...
Telegraph Road
Elle parle de attention je vais vous épater de la route du télégraphe..
evidemment sans la musik c'est moins bien alors je vous conseille d'y ecouter...
La prochaine ce sera surement Brothers in arms
Papa je pense a toi

Telegraph Road

A long time ago came a man on a track
walking thirty miles with a pack on his
back
and he put down his load where he thought it was the best
made a home
in the wilderness
he built a cabin and a winter store
and he ploughed up
the ground by the cold lake shore
and the other travellers came riding down
the track
and they never went further, no, they never went back
then came
the churches then came the schools
then came the lawyers then came the
rules
then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
and the dirty
old track was the telegraph road

Then came the mines - then came the
ore
then there was the hard times then there was a war
telegraph sang a
song about the world outside
telegraph road got so deep and so wide
like a
rolling river. . .

And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
people
driving home from the factories
there's six lanes of traffic
three lanes
moving slow. . .

I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
I
got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found
yes and they
say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
we're gonna have to reap from some
seed that's been sowed
and the birds up on the wires and the telegraph
poles
they can always fly away from this rain and this cold
you can hear
them singing out their telegraph code
all the way down the telegraph
road

You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights
when life
was just a bet on a race between the lights
you had your head on my shoulder
you had your hand in my hair
now you act a little colder like you don't seem
to care
but believe in me baby and I'll take you away
from out of this
darkness and into the day
from these rivers of headlights these rivers of
rain
from the anger that lives on the streets with these names
'cos I've
run every red light on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into
flames
and I don't want to see it again. . .

>From all of these
signs saying sorry but we're closed
all the way down the telegraph
road