En farfouillant sur you tube je suis tombé sur cette vidéo. Au passage je realise que j'ai jamais pris le temps d'écrire la dessus mais pourtant j'aurais des dizaines de choses a dire: une escapade parisienne completement irraisonnable, premier meeting, les voir, 36 heures tellement intense humainement, musicalement...
J'avais prévu d'écrire un vrai roman la dessus à base de "j'ai mal au cul" et autres idiomes cityziens, mais comme des images valent mieux qu'un long discours, je crois que cette vidéo se passe de trop de blablas et symbolise bien tout ca.
En plus cette chanson est un de mes preferées, un bijou comme ils savent les faire.
Leave me dreaming on the bed,
See you right back here tomorrow,
For the next round,
Keep this scene inside your head,
As the bruises turn to yellow,
The swelling goes down,
And if you're ever around,
In the city or the suburbs
Of this town,
Be sure to come around,
I'll be wallowing in sorrow,
Wearing a frown,
Like Pierrot the clown
Saw you crashing round the bay,
Never seen you act so shallow,
Or look so brown,
Remember all the things you'd say,
How your promises ran hollow,
As you threw me to the ground.
And if you're ever around,
In the backstreets or the alleys,
Of this town,
Be sure to come around,
I'll be wallowing in pity,
Wearing a frown,
Like Pierrot the clown.
When I dream, I dream your lips,
When I dream, I dream your kiss,
When I dream, I dream your fists,
your fists, your fists.
Leave me bleeding in the bed,
See you right back here tomorrow,
For the next round,
Keep this scene inside your head,
As the bruises turn to yellow,
The swelling goes down.
And if you're ever around,
In the city or the suburbs
Of this town,
Be sure to come around,
I'll be wallowing in sorrow,
Wearing a frown,
Like Pierrot the clown,
Like Pierrot the clown, (x4)
J'avais prévu d'écrire un vrai roman la dessus à base de "j'ai mal au cul" et autres idiomes cityziens, mais comme des images valent mieux qu'un long discours, je crois que cette vidéo se passe de trop de blablas et symbolise bien tout ca.
En plus cette chanson est un de mes preferées, un bijou comme ils savent les faire.
Leave me dreaming on the bed,
See you right back here tomorrow,
For the next round,
Keep this scene inside your head,
As the bruises turn to yellow,
The swelling goes down,
And if you're ever around,
In the city or the suburbs
Of this town,
Be sure to come around,
I'll be wallowing in sorrow,
Wearing a frown,
Like Pierrot the clown
Saw you crashing round the bay,
Never seen you act so shallow,
Or look so brown,
Remember all the things you'd say,
How your promises ran hollow,
As you threw me to the ground.
And if you're ever around,
In the backstreets or the alleys,
Of this town,
Be sure to come around,
I'll be wallowing in pity,
Wearing a frown,
Like Pierrot the clown.
When I dream, I dream your lips,
When I dream, I dream your kiss,
When I dream, I dream your fists,
your fists, your fists.
Leave me bleeding in the bed,
See you right back here tomorrow,
For the next round,
Keep this scene inside your head,
As the bruises turn to yellow,
The swelling goes down.
And if you're ever around,
In the city or the suburbs
Of this town,
Be sure to come around,
I'll be wallowing in sorrow,
Wearing a frown,
Like Pierrot the clown,
Like Pierrot the clown, (x4)
