Son cabas sous le bras, en pleine nonchalance. Un peintre en batiment de moyenne importance. En ce jour de conge, traine son anatomie. Un sourrie iradiant sa tete de Lundi. . Chaque jour, son vis
And so she woke up. Woke up from where she was. Lying still. Said I gotta do something. About where we're going. . Step on a steam train. Step out of the driving rain, maybe. Run from the dark
The joy of the Lord will be my strength. I will not falter, I will not faint. He is my Shepherd, I am not afraid. The joy of the Lord is my strength The joy of the Lord. The joy of the Lord. The
I know a girl, a girl called Party. Party girl. I know she wants more than a party. Party girl. And she won't tell me her name. Oh no, not me. . I know a boy, a boy called Trash. Trash Can. I
Boy, stupid boy. Don't sit at the table. Until you're able to. . Toy, broken toy. Shout shout. You're inside out. . If you don't know. Electric co. If you don't know. Electric co. . Red,
Il est parti en voyage. L’home de tous les instants en bagages. Car c’est un grand baladeur de bitume. D’une espèce peu commune. C’est un touriste admirable. . Certes curieux mais toujours très