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CONSTATATIONS LUCIDES

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Updated 11/28/2007
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I miss you I miss you I miss you so much

"So we meet again!" and I offer my hand
All dry and English slow
And you look at me and I understand
Yeah it's a look I used to know
"Three long years... and your favourite man...
Is that any way to say hello?"
And you hold me... like you'll never let me go.

"Oh c'mon and have a drink with me
Sit down and talk a while..."
"Oh I wish I could... and I will!
But now I just don't have the time..."
And over my shoulder as I walk away
I see you give that look goodbye...
I still see that look in your eye...

So dizzy Mr. Busy - Too much rush to talk to Billy
All the silly frilly things have to first get done
In a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time - make it June
Until later... doesn't always come

It's so hard to think "It ends sometime
And this could be the last
I should really hear you sing again
And I should really watch you dance"
Because it's hard to think
"I'll never get another chance
To hold you... to hold you... "

But chilly Mr. Dilly - Too much rush to talk to Billy
All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done
In a second - just hang on - all in good time - wont be long
Until later...

I should've stopped to think - I should've made the time
I could've had that drink - I could've talked a while
I would've done it right - I would've moved us on
But I didn't - now it's all too late
It's over... over
And you're gone..

I miss you I miss you I miss you
I miss you I miss you I miss you so much

But how many times can I walk away and wish "If only..."
But how many times can I talk this way and wish "If only..."
Keep on making the same mistake
Keep on aching the same heartbreak
I wish "If only..."

But "If only...."
Is a wish too late...

Cut Here, The Cure

Mercy Street

J'écoutais beaucoup Peter Gabriel au collège mais ses plus vieux CD ont depuis été enfouis sous une tonne de nouveaux groupes de toute sorte qui se sont approprié Ipod et autre gadget mobile.
 
Je suis allée à l'église ce dimanche pour le baptême de mon nouveau neveu (qui vient compléter le trio masculin explosif qui brisera sûrement un tas de choses d'ici les 10 prochaines années). Depuis l'âge de 15 ans, je n'ai pas autant mis les pieds à l'église que depuis les 2 dernières années. Et à chaque fois, je reste figée par les émotions qui se bousculent et les larmes qui coulent pour les simples psaumes ou paroles que j'entends. Manque de foi chrétienne? Vide spirituel? Début d'un burn out? Je ne peux pas encore le dire exactement mais je trouve un grand réconfort à aller dans ces endroits que j'ai pourtant toujours trouvés endormants et de peu d'intérêts. Le détachement des prêtres et leur capacité à tout donner sans attendre en retour est d'un contraste éblouissant par rapport à la vie que l'on mène à tous les jours.
 
Et de n'avoir jamais regardé derrière durant le voyage de la vie adulte, c'est seulement maintenant que je me rends compte à quel point j'ai dérivé.
 
Je ne crois pas à tout ce que la Bible enseigne - mais les valeurs qu'elle supportent me manquent énormément...
 
Bref, cette chanson que j'adore infiniment s'est mise à défiler dans ma tête, combinaison parfaite du son, de l'émotion et de l'image à ce moment très précis. Comme une mini-illumination...
 
Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams all made real

All of the buildings, all of those cars
Were once just a dream
In somebody's head

She pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
She pictures a soul
With no leak at the seam

Lets take the boat out
Wait until darkness
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness comes

Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
Nowhere in the suburbs
In the cold light of day

There in the midst of it so alive and alone
Words support like bone

Dreaming of mercy st.
Wear your inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms

Pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
Tugging at the darkness, word upon word

Confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
To the priest-he's the doctor
He can handle the shocks

Dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
Of kissing Mary's lips

Dreaming of mercy st.
Wear your insides out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms

Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy

Anne, with her father is out in the boat
Riding the water
Riding the waves on the sea


 

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Maryse: A au quai

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Mél: you are procrastinètingue?

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Mél: silli you

Maryse: i-i-i-i-i

Mél: datz a liteul bite draille

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Mél: no èche

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Maryse: hein? lol

Mél: in?

Maryse: aguène?!

Mél: ouatte?

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Mél: iou are guettingue a bitte connefiousingue fort mi

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Maryse: aguène = again .... loll

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Mél: aille love tou mèke iou go notz

Maryse: lolll

 

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