They’re All Gone They’re all goneDo they mind my mind is blownTrying to fix the absenceIn those solid tearsThat come without meKnowing I am aloneCause yes they areThey are all gone I am the one to knowI know when you can’t speakCause it is nowAnd the mind is blowingAsking my bodyTo stop a bitThis nonsense... Lire la Suite →

What is leaving about. When are you leaving ? Next week. Ok, have a nice life over there. Thank you.

Definitive Oversight I don’t wanna know the last time I drink hereI wanna feel like I sleep on a deep sweet kasmireWith open eyes and times to seeThese landscapes running over meI wanna let it go like it’s an ordinary dayLike time is letting me a chance to stayAnd then when I can’t keep from... Lire la Suite →

Definitive Oversight (Please) I don’t wanna know the last time I drink here I wanna feel like I sleepo on a deep sweet kasmire With open eyes and times to see These landscapes running over me I wanna let it go like it’s an ordinary day Like time is letting me a chance to stay... Lire la Suite →

I will meet you soon(no capital letters) Yeah cause I already met youIt’s gonna be a breakfast under the moonCause I love your legsIt’s gonna be spread out under the skyYou gonna kiss my lipsCause it’s gonna be underwrittenIn the memories of stonesYou gonna be there I gonna be hereAnd it’s gonna beLike toilets in... Lire la Suite →

You write a lotAnd they don’t mindYou write a lotAnd they don’t care Sometimes it’s youYou lazy chairYou don’t evenCome to nowhereBut still they don’tDon’t even care Cause we are lost and lostAnd lost againDon’t pay a wordYour mind is freeOh to be so goddamned lazyDon’t pay a pennyTo bring you back on the right... Lire la Suite →

DRACULA CITY (CLIMBING THE COCO TREE) If you wanna rideYou’d better try not to wait too longIf you wanna dreamYou should not wait for the end of that song Speeches so many speeches and shrinesMy mother tongue is deadYou’ve read History and you knowThere is no end It’s a pitiful harmony that just sounds like... Lire la Suite →

Faulkner (Steinbeck if you prefer)’s attitude : I’m not the one to talk about what I’m doingYou know I’m a stranger in my own land