(Patricia Carli) On dit de toi A Brasilia Que tu vas bien Que tu deviens quelqu?un et que tu feras ton chemin Quelqu?un t?a vu A Brasilia Rire et danser
[Kilmister - Campbell - Burston - Taylor] Here we go again, on a 747, Looking at the clouds from the other side of heaven, Smoking & drinking, never
Here we go again, on a 747, Looking at the clouds From the other side of heaven, Smoking & drinking, never gonna stop, Reading magazines, Stop me looking
Ohhhhhh Ohe Ohh Oh Ohhhhhh Ohe Ohh Oh Brazil! Che aro Brazil lets go! Brazil! Brazil! La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning I'm trying to keep my back from the wall The prophets and their pawns have had another success And I'm wondering why
air traffic control it's me coach-class row thirteen i've got that sinking feeling is everything allright? stare at the wing and think it's later than
candle is blue could see me through but I'm color blind they tell me it's blue and I'm a believer that's why I'm blind live on the freeway listen to signs
In the dream that awakened me, you had come and taken me to a sea of stars. The cat stood in the flowers, two ears above. And the ground that was under
When you drive a nail through all that's good, the carpenter becomes the wood. If my concentration sounds like wreckage, it's 'cause I got a new feeling
i just found the frame where i took your picture away and in my wallet like a saint from some other place that picture repays my eyes as they glaze a
I live in a hotel must keep writing if I'm to be better than everyone else like figure skating like asphyxiating on your own seeping fumes you're just
i love my mother for all the things she's not but mostly for who she is i love my father for all the things he's thought but really for the things he
we are the high street service trays coming to take you away pasadena 1968 with speed on your breakfast plate aunt cancer calls them happy pills they
know that you'll soon go crazy just like a whittling stick hit by the coming daylight cut up in a quick succession a pointed confession really stripped
In the tall grass of a long sun a quiet repast and I'm sweet nothings Come hell, I'm your lover, your man, your friend, your fair weather It's a world
Rose, can I come down for a drink? It's happened again I've got a story I'm sure will end poorly I'll begin at the end Rose, you must know I couldn't
How long will you wait for me to come around? And wouldn't it be great if everything worked out? I wouldn't come home late after hiding out. I'd tell
there's a sign up ahead says no signs for a while and a line in my mind from a song we both like it sounds like me and you and all we're going through
