He bought her a diamond for her throat He put her in a ranch house on a hill She could see the valley barbecues From her window sill See the blue pools
I have been down this road before And each time I run when I should walk Diving too deep when I can't swim Always asking what could have been I held
Out on some borderline Some mark of in between I lay down golden in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these
Up the hill past 694, at the stone wall make a left, and I will see you soon my friend if these old directions still direct. Is the problem that we can
Traduction: Mitchell, Joni. Le sifflement de Summer Lawns.
Traduction: Silvas, Lucie. Plus nous sommes séparés.
: Rousseau walks on trumpet paths Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders-through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of
: Downtown My darling dimestore thief In the War of Independence Rock 'n Roll rang sweet as victory Under neon signs A girl was in bloom And a woman
: The big man arrives Disco dancers greet him Plainclothes cops greet him Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening Sophomore jive From victims
: Heatwaves on the runway As the wheels set down He takes his baggage off the carousel He takes a taxi into town Yellow schools of taxi fishes Jonah
: Every picture has its shadows And it has some source of light Blindness, blindness and sight The perils of benefactors The blessings of parasites Blindness
: Out of the fire like Catholic saints Comes Scarlett and her deep complaint Mimicking tenderness she sees In sentimental movies A celluloid rider comes
: He bought her a diamond for her throat He put her in a ranch house on a hill She could see the valley barbecues From her window sill See the blue pools
: Out on some borderline Some mark of inbetween I lay down golden-in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these
: Don't interrupt the sorrow Darn right In flames our prophet witches Be polite A room full of glasses He says "Your notches liberation doll" And he
: Down in the cellar in the Boho zone I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well Just another hard-time band With Negro affectations I was a
Oh mon amour, je n'ai aucun regret de partir Non mais vraiment je n'ai pas eu le coeur a m'etendre sur de jolies choses passees en ta compagnie sur de