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Je me souviens avoir cherché le I remember de Joe Brainard chez Barnes et Noble à New-York mais ils ne l’avaient plus.
Je me souviens des mots brodequins et godillots.
I don’t live today Maybe tomorrow I don’t know Jimi Hendrix
Communication breakdown It’s always the same Having a nervous breakdown Drive me insane Led Zeppelin, Communication Breakdown
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
I drive a Roll’s Royce Coz’ it’s good for my voice But you won’t fool the children of the revolution Marc Bolan, Children of the revolution
les nuées viennent du nord - un gars à la radio parle de Jérà´me Lindon et qu’ils se déconnectent d’Internet quand il écrit, évoque l’immédiateté et que sans garde fous, il n’ose pas dire garde fou, étrangement dit garde corps, qu’écrire en délai bref c’est comme écrire pour un journal - grogner dans la demi sieste (...)
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 (...)
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
We have to keep ourselves together Or every day could be your last Cactus, Hometown bust
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