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I don’t live today
I don’t live today Maybe tomorrow I don’t know Jimi Hendrix
it ain’t me
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I’m no senator’s son It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I’m no fortunate one, no. J. Fogerty, « fortunate son »
freaked out
No fun to hang around Feeling that same old way Freaked out for another day Iggy Pop, « No fun »
some reason to believe
Seen a man standin’ over a dead dog lyin’ by the highway in a ditch He’s lookin’ down kinda puzzled pokin’ that dog with a stick Got his car door flung open he’s standin’ out on Highway 31 Like if he stood there long enough that dog’d get up and run Struck me kinda funny seem kinda funny sir to me At the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to (...)
but it ain’t me
You say you’re lookin’ for someone Who’s never weak but always strong To protect you and defend you Whether you are right or wrong Someone to open each and every door But it ain’t me, babe Bob Dylan, It ain’t me, babe
let me be who I am
Let me be who I am And let me kick out the jam MC5, « kick out the jam »
but don’t ask me what I think of you
I can’t help about the shape I’m in I can’t sing, I ain’t pretty and my legs are thin But don’t ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Peter Green, Oh well
on est baisés
à§a fait déjà un bout de temps qu’on est baisés comme des glands par Giscard ou Mitterrand par ce putain de gouvernement on est baisés toujours baisés encore baisés rien que baisés No class, on est baisé
nobody knows where
Nobody goes there Nobody shows where Nobody knows where you can find me, yeah Aerosmith, Movin’ out
can’t begin to say
He tries to speak And can’t begin to say Neil Young, Out on the weekend
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