L'enfant des longues solitudes

Mécontent de tous et mécontent de moi, je voudrais bien me racheter et m’enorgueillir un peu dans le silence et la solitude de la nuit. Âmes de ceux que j’ai aimés, âmes de ceux que j’ai chantés, fortifiez-moi, soutenez-moi.

C. B.

...

Waving your guns at somebody new

Your sorry eyes cut through the bone
They make it hard to leave you alone
Leave you here wearing your wounds
Waving your guns at somebody new

Baby you're lost
Baby you're lost
Baby you're a lost cause

There's too many people you used to know
They see you coming they see you go
They know your secrets and you know theirs
This town is crazy; nobody cares

Baby you're lost
Baby you're lost
Baby you're a lost cause

I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause

There's a place where you are going
You ain't never been before
No one left to watch your back now
No one standing at your door
That's what you thought love was for

Baby you're lost
Baby you're lost
Baby you're a lost cause

I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause

Cheers darling...

Here's to you and your loverboy
I got years to wait around...

Three cigarettes to smoke my tears away

Goodbye Jersey Girl

I'll never kiss your lips again,
or break your heart, as I say goodbye,
I'll say goodbye to Ruby's arms.

You've already found another soldier...

Where the cars go by...

Where the cars go by,
All the day and night,
Why don't you say,
What's so wrong tonight?
Pray for me,
Praying for the light,
Baby baby,
Let's go out tonight.

Where the lights all shine,
Like I knew they would,
Be mine all mine,
Baby I'll be kind.
Pray for me,
Praying for the light,
Baby baby,
Let's go out tonight.

I know a place,
Where everything's alright,
Alright,
Let's go out tonight.
Where the cars go by,
All the day and night...

My blueberry nights

Maybe I just wanna be yours...

the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other

who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
since feeling is first

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

e. e. cummings

LE QUAI DES BRUMES

T'as d'beaux yeux, tu sais...

IN A LONELY PLACE

I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me.