[LYRICS] The sound of goodbye

**Enregistré. Je chante toujours aussi mal tiens!**

Well, I'll maybe record that as soon as I find some time.

There, looking at you leaving
Trying to catch the reasons you could find
There, with some tears on my face
Searchinf for mistakes I could have made

You've taken all of your things
'Left no trace, no sign behind your shadow
And I feel so broken inside
You never gave me no chance to try

No one wants to hear the sound of goodbye
No one wants to hear the sound of goodbye
But it's always when you fear
That the one you love the most
Will say goodbye, take the road and fly

There, looking at empty walls
Feeling like a part of me is missing
I know I'll have to face the truth
So I'll crack a smile and pretend I'll be all right

No one wans to hear the sound of goodbye
No one wants to hear the sound of goodbye
But it's always when you fear
That the one you love the most
Will say goodbye, take the road and fly

No one wants to hear the sound of goodbye
No one ever wants to hear the sound of goodbye
But there's nothing you can do
When the one you love the most
Feels he got to break your heart and go


---manu c a august 2005 copyrighted all rights reserved by author

Why am I so weak everytime I'm in front of Him?

Why? My mind so quick and cynic
can't ever find the words
Why? My eyes who could face the worse in the world
will always end up wet and tired

The harm is done and it's much too strong
And I'll have to carry that weight for still too long.

Te koop Te koop Te koop

Chez Hema, cds très branchés classic-rock à 7.95...

-> Aqualung - Jethro Tull



et

-> No lookin' back - Michael McDonald



Puis hier saut chez Caroline Music (hein, Ozz ;) ) :

-> Fragile - Yes



et

-> This Was - Jethro Tull

clouds

Quand le blues revient, j'aime bien m'asseoir et regarder les nuages devenir lourds, noirs. J'aime sentir l'atmosphère se dégrader, me sentir enfin en phase avec les éléments, bientôt en colère. Là, je m'apaise enfin. La colère intérieure se transforme un peu en désespoir, en conscience de la vanité de mes actes, de la vanité de l'existence, de mon existence. Pourquoi?

Run run, the spiders run

Sometimes I feel
Like if there were spiders
Running and crawling
Under my burning skin

Since I'm in love
They never go away
Traces of my madness
Signs that I'm under your spell

Sometimes I feel
Like if there were
Boiling water around my brain
I can't think, I'm totally insane

That's how you make me feel,
Totally insane
Even when you're not there
You drive me crazy all the same

I feel your fingers
All over my skin
Like so many crawling spiders
And I start to burn


19-08
---manu c a august 2005 copyrighted all rights reserved by author

beat'

''he said come with me my little beatnik queen, let me hold you tight
you are my dream come true so won't you stay the night...''

bill is in love.

Il n'y a plus rien à faire, ça y est, je suis foutue. Quand on se retrouve à trois heures du matin, à sentir ses paumes pour y retrouver l'odeur de celui dont le manque nous dévore les entrailles, c'est qu'il est trop tard. C'est que l'on est irrémédiablement perdu. C'est que notre salut dépend déjà d'autrui. Et là... on court le risque d'avoir mal. D'ailleurs, on sait que l'on aura probablement mal. On ne sait juste pas quand. Et le rêve réside dans ces spéculations. Cela s'appelle tomber amoureux. J'aurais aimé pouvoir l'éviter. Mais couler ainsi est trop doux pour s'en priver.

me.

...

Comment un être peut-il contenir tant de haine? Un de ces jours, tout ça finira par exploser. Vers l'intérieur ou l'extérieur, telle est la question.

I'm a Cheshire cat.