Bonnes fêtes!

Finalement, je ne viendrai pas demain
Bonnes fêtes !

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone

Let there be light … and there was light
Let there be sound … and there was sound
Let there be drums … and there was drums
Let there be guitar … and there was guitar
Let there be rock

Home, home again
I like to be there when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones besides the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell

Beyond the door
There is peace I’m sure
And I know
There’ll be no more …
Tears in heaven
Time, all the long red lines
That take control
Of all the smokelike streams
That flow into your dreams
That big blue open sea
That can’t be crossed
That can’t be climbed
Just born between

Oh the two white lines
Distant gods and faded signs
Of all those blinking lites
You had to pick the one tonite

Is it any wonder?
When you hold it back,
When you keep it under,
When you lost the luck,
Is it any wonder how it’s done?

Holes, dug by little moles
Angry jealous spies
Got telephones for eyes
Come to you as friends
All those endless ends
That can’t be tied
Oh they make me laugh
And always make me cry
’til they drop like flies
And sink like polished stones
Of all the stones I throw
How does that old song go
How does that old song go

All is filed.
All is saved.
Not anything, can ever get erased.
It’s coming round again, another strange parade
Just repeat to fade.
In my mind the DJ keeps playing so many times;
The faces i’m betraying:
Repeats to fade,
Repeats to fade.
It’s coming round again, another strange parade
that just repeats to fade.

Bands, those funny little plans, that never work quite right

In this friendly, friendly world, with each night full of dreams, why should any heart be afraid?

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