Help yourself

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Le soleil est sur un prophète
Pour qui sait lever les yeux
Du tréfonds de son mal-être
Le poète admire les cieux

J'ouvre les ailes des moments les plus sublimes
Des versets lestent mon imaginaire
J'ouvre les ailes des moments les plus sublimes
Des vers célestes... originaires

Aux antipode de Babylone
De ses codes, de ses castes si néfastes
Des épisodes d'une nouvelle donne
Bordent en couleurs nos contrastes
Quel est le jour que nous attendons
Celui dont certains rêvent et que d'autres font?
Quel est ce jour?
I and irie!

J'ouvre les ailes des moments les plus sublimes
Des verstes lestent mon imaginaire
J'ouvre les ailes des moments les plus sublimes
Des vers célestes... originaires

Témoins de l'unique spectacle
Que nous insuffle la vie
Faut-il une plus forte claque
Pour réveiller les esprits?
Quel est le jour que nous attendons
Celui dont certains rêvent et que d'autres font?
Quel est ce jour?
I and irie!

La Canopée - Mass Hysteria

Puisse la nuit être douce et calme

Polly wants a cracker
I think I should get off her first
I think she wants some water
To put out the blow torch

It isn't me
We have some seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself
I've got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself

Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like some food
She asks me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few

It isn't me
We have some seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself
I've got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself
Polly said

Polly says her back hurts
And she's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
It amazes me, the will of instinct

It isn't me
We have some seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself
I've got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself

Polly - Nirvana

Tu n'auras point d'autres dieux devant ma face.

Je m’adresse à vous, mon Dieu
Car vous donnez
Ce qu’on ne peut obtenir que de soi.
Donnez-moi, mon Dieu, ce qui vous reste,
Donnez-moi ce qu’on ne vous demande jamais.
Je ne vous demande pas le repos
Ni la tranquillité,
Ni celle de l’ âme, ni celle du corps.
Je ne vous demande pas la richesse,
Ni le succès, ni même la santé.
Tout ça, mon Dieu, on vous le demande tellement,
Que vous ne devez plus en avoir !
Donnez-moi, mon Dieu, ce qui vous reste,
Donnez-moi, ce que l’on vous refuse.
Je veux l’insécurité et l’inquiétude
Je veux la tourmente et la bagarre,
Et que vous me les donniez, mon Dieu,
Définitivement.
Que je sois sûr de les avoir toujours
Car je n’aurai pas toujours le courage
De vous les demander.
Donnez-moi, mon Dieu, ce qui vous reste,
Donnez-moi ce dont les autres ne veulent pas,
Mais donnez-moi aussi le courage,
Et la force et la foi.
Car vous êtes seul à donner
Ce qu’on ne peut obtenir que de soi.

André Zirnheld (1913-1942, Mort pour la France)

Live fast, die punꓘ

I was a misanthrope on the end of a rope
I spent twenty years, six years on dope
Taking a piss while giving up hope
I lived a lifetime six years on dope

I was a human trash can
Shortening my life span
Live fast, die tan
I think that was the plan
Saving all my money for a one way ticket to Afghanistan
Yeah

I was ezoobeson drunk
Strung out on junk
Live fast, die punk
I thought I was sunk
From gin swilling and fish tank penicillin

I was a moron bro with impetigo
A pleased as punch Dog Patch Wino
Casual sex and herpes complex
Now I'm on Interferon and Valtrex

I was a child adult, a walking insult
Every shot got more difficult

I was a teenage trash bin
A breathing mannequin
A caustic cause
Who musta loved suffering
Do pinhole eyes romanticize heroin

I was a moron bro, a circus sideshow
A dying slow Dog Patch Wino


Six years on dope - NOFX

Joie Noire

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E te lo voglio dire
Cosa ti posso dare
Un sogno e due parole
Senti senti senti senti sentimi

Io sono gioia nera
E scappo per dolore
Io porto il malumore
Sono nera, ma so ridere di me

Mi basta solo un gesto
Per prendere e scappare
E come un animale
Corro, corro, corro, corro, corro

Io sono gioia nera (non pensare più a me, non pensare più a me)
Io sono gioia nera (non pensare più a me, non pensare più a me)
Io sono gioia nera (non pensare più a me, non pensare più a me)
Io sono gioia nera

E ho le mie ragioni
Ma non le so spiegare
Forse non sono chiare
O forse non convincono nemmeno me

Ma che cos'è l'amore
Ma che cos'è il dolore
Disordine mentale
Ma speciale che comunque finirà

Io sono gioia nera (non pensare più a me, non pensare più a me)
Io sono gioia nera (non pensare più a me, non pensare più a me)
Io sono gioia nera (non pensare più a me, non pensare più a me)
Io sono gioia nera

Io sono gioia nera (non pensare più a me, non pensare più a me)
Io sono gioia nera (non pensare più a me, non pensare più a me)
Io sono gioia nera (non pensare più a me, non pensare più a me)
Io sono gioia nera

Gioia Nera - Prozac+

Cauchemars

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Painted murder on the wall
Footsteps coming down the hall
To the window
Through the blinds
Runaway but I still
Hear the footsteps
Closing in again
This time the plane is going down
Double over get ready!

I'm allergic to the light
And the darkness brings me fright
Through the peep-hole I saw
Suicidal neighbors they
Turn the doorknob
Came in again
Someone's sleeping in my bed
Close my eyes and

I had a dream
Inside a dream
I woke so many times
I don't know if I'm awake
I had a dream
Inside a dream
I woke so many times
I don't know if I'm awake

Jam the forceps in my eye
Keep them open through the night
Listen to a grainy voice
The night speaks
(It Says)
"Paint your morning
It's great to meet again
Outta bed you sleepyhead"

I had a dream
Inside a dream
I woke so many times
I don't know if I'm awake
I had a dream
Inside a dream
I woke so many times
I don't know if I'm awake
I had a dream
Inside a dream
I woke so many times
I don't know if I'm awake
I had a dream
Inside a dream
I woke so many times
I don't know if I'm awake

Sleepyhead - Gob

42

Long ago in a dusty village full of hunger, pain and strife
A man came forth with a vision of truth and the way to a better life
He was convinced he had the answer and he compelled people to follow along
But the hunger never vanished and the man was banished and the village dried up and died

At a time when wise men peered through glass tubes toward the sky
The heavens changed in predictable ways and one man was able to find
That he had thought he found the answer and he was quick to write his revelation
But as they were scrutinized in his colleagues eyes he soon became a mockery

Don't tell me about the answer
'cause then another one will come along soon
I don't believe you have the answer
I've got ideas too
But if you've got enough naivete
And you've got conviction then the answer is perfect for you

An urban sprawl sits choking on its discharge overwhelmed by industry
Searching for a modern day savior from another place inclined toward charity
Everyone's begging for an answer without regard to validity
The searching never ends it goes on and on and on for eternity

Don't tell me about the answer
'cause then another one will come along soon
I don't believe you have the answer
I've got ideas too
But if you've got enough naivete
And you've got conviction then the answer is perfect for you

The answer is perfect for you

The Answer - Bad Religion