Royal-Artillerie souhaite à ses lecteurs
une meilleure année !
Oubliez pour un jour, qui nous commande,
notre incroissance,
les dettes, les précarités.
Oubliez que vous êtes nés trop tard
en un monde trop vieux !
Gardez l'espérance !
une meilleure année !
Oubliez pour un jour, qui nous commande,
notre incroissance,
les dettes, les précarités.
Oubliez que vous êtes nés trop tard
en un monde trop vieux !
Gardez l'espérance !
SANTÉ ! |
Pour finir la nuit quoi de mieux que la légende du slow...
The Famous Blue Raincoat... à fond les basses...
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house, deep in the desert,
Are you living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear ?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home alone without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to the love flake of your life
And when she came home she was nobody's wife.
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake
She sends her regards. --
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say ?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and a woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
Ah yes Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear --
Sincerely, L. Cohen
The Famous Blue Raincoat... à fond les basses...
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house, deep in the desert,
Are you living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear ?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home alone without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to the love flake of your life
And when she came home she was nobody's wife.
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake
She sends her regards. --
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say ?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and a woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
Ah yes Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear --
Sincerely, L. Cohen
Tous mes voeux à vous mon cher Catoneo pour cette nouvelle année.
RépondreSupprimerFormulons celui de voir enfin le jour où les français ouvrent les yeux et que ce jour-là les royalistes et les princes soient prêts à offrir une alternative institutionnelle.
Amitiés.
Bonne année 2013, mon vieux piéton.
RépondreSupprimerIl y aura de quoi faire !
Bonne année Caton !
RépondreSupprimerGérald
Une super année pour Royal-artillerie.
RépondreSupprimerTous mes voeux !
Bonne année 2013 à Royal-Artillerie !!!
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