Traduction: Julien Clerc. Faillite (First National City Bank Blues).
: What gives words the power to change their intended .. content? And who said our last silver dollar already has been spent? I roam alone through rooms
: What was it that ever drew me to you, In the first place? Because the girl I was introduced to, had a kind face I'd always imagined, she was a beacon
: A saxophone with flesh wounds is my true singing voice I've got a pizzicato love affair but the snare drum is my first choice Anyhow it's up to me
: How would you mind if I moved in next door to you? And then would you mind if I held up your door for you? And maybe in time I could knock on your
: There's a peg on the line It is hanging on to clothes There's a grape on the vine So here the story goes I'm a peg on that line And I am holding
: Stay friends with the ground crew Like friends that you once knew Don't misplace the trust that you have found Short on time's just a habit Life's
: What was left of the rain? I could hear under my bicycle tires What was left of your love? I could feel like the steam from a fire What is left of
: If what you believe in, is so sacred That you can not love me anymore Then I'm sorry, that your wisdom Won't prepare you for what's in store Because
: I'd like to see the world run by kids And the National Bank is where their treasures are hid Like pieces of paper with invisible ink That collect the
I'm harder than the diamond that the edam[?] might still I'm never mythical, divinity is real Mind stays steel, ever stable to the end Nations begin,
bank Just wait untill it tanks Your parents had it planned We're almost like them? Fun, racist professional sports Management gets the real rewards Multi national
'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll Tuba players now rehearsal around the flagpole And the National Bank
'm in the streets With the tombstone blues Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole And the National Bank
Thirties On A Hummer With The Butterfly Doors,Lucky Charm Teeth Lack On Dem D's,Chevys Sittin High Iced Out Everthang,Stacks On Deck No Bank,What Yall