A Question Of Lust
Fragile
Like a baby in your arms
Be gentle with me
I’d never willingly
Do you harm
Apologies
Are all you seem to get from me
But just like a child
You make me smile
When you care for me
And you know
It’s a question of lust
It’s a question of trust
It’s a question of not letting
What we’ve built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together
Independence
Is still important for us though (we realise)
It’s easy to make
The stupid mistake
Of letting go (do you know what I mean)
My weaknesses
You know each and every one (it frightens me)
But I need to drink
More than you seem to think
Before I’m anyone’s
And you know
It’s a question of lust
It’s a question of trust
It’s a question of not letting
What we’ve built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together
Kiss me goodbye
When I’m on my own
But you know that I’d
Rather be home
It’s a question of lust
Songwriters: Gore, Martin
A Question Of Lust lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
DRIFTING
With your wild, call the pace
Taste the tracks of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth
I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray
Let it slide, let it slide
Ignore me and everything I’ve done
For I am stupid, I am poison
I take this one
and I taste the tracks
I taste the tracks
of the waste in my head
and you face me instead
I must be drifting somewhere
I held in my hand but it’s hard, so hard to see reason
The burning is here, is only here to follow through
But here it is harder than a screaming fist and I hate it
It’s dark behind your smile and I can follow through
Let it slide, let it slide
Ignore me and everything I’ve done
For words, like bullets they know when to come
And taste the tracks, and taste the tracks
Of the waste in my head and you face me instead
Well ignore me and everything I said
For I am stupid, I am poison.
I held in my hand but it’s hard, so hard to see reason
It’s dark behind your smile and I can follow through
I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray
With your wild, call the pace
Taste the track of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
Electro Blues For Bukka White
Take off your nightshirt mama, and your gown
Maybe ‘fore day we’re gonna shake ’em on down
Bukka’s stopped hollerin’
Oh, must I shake ’em on down
I done stopped hollerin’ mama
Must I shake ’em on down
Too much of jelly to be throwed away
Save this jelly for some old rainy day
Bukka’s stopped hollerin’
Oh, must I shake ’em on down
I done stopped hollerin’ mama
Must I shake ’em on down
Fix my supper and let me go to bed
This white light’nin’ done gone to my head
Must I holler, Oh, must I shake ’em on down
I done stopped hollerin’ mama
Must I shake ’em on down
Ain’t been in Georgia but I’ve been told
Georgia women got the best jellyroll
Bukka’s stopped hollerin’
Oh, must I shake ’em on down
I done stopped hollerin’ mama
Must I shake ’em on down
See, see, mama what you gone done
Made me love you now your man done come
Bukka’s stopped hollerin’
Oh, must I shake ’em on down
I done stopped hollerin’ mama
Must I shake ’em on down
Baby got somethin’ I don’t know what it is
Made me drunker than a whiskey still
Bukka’s stopped hollerin’
Oh, must I shake ’em on down
I done stopped hollerin’ mama
Must I shake ’em on down
I’m Afraid Of Americans
Uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh
Johnny’s in America
Low techs at the wheel
Uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh
Nobody needs anyone
They don’t even just pretend
Uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh
Johnny’s in America
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
I’m afraid of Americans
I’m afraid of the world
I’m afraid I can’t help it
I’m afraid I can’t
I’m afraid of Americans
Johnny’s in America
Uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh
Johnny wants a brain
Johnny wants to suck on a Coke
Johnny wants a woman
Johnny wants to think of a joke
Uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh
Johnny’s in America
Uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
I’m afraid of Americans
Uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh
Johnny’s in America
Johnny looks up at the stars
Johnny combs his hair
And Johnny wants pussy in cars
Johnny’s in America, uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh
Johnny’s in America, uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
I’m afraid of Americans
God is an American
God is an American
[Chorus:Repeat x2]CHORUS (x2)
Yeah, I’m afraid of Americans
I’m afraid of the words
I’m afraid I can’t help it
I’m afraid I can’t
I’m afraid of Americans
Johnny’s an American
Johnny’s an American
Johnny’s an American, uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh
Songwriters: DAVID BOWIE, BRIAN ENO
I’m Afraid Of Americans lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC, UPALA MUSIC, INC.
The Great Below
Staring at the sea
Will she come?
Is there hope for me
After all is said and done
Anything at any price
All of this for you
All the spoils of a wasted life
All of this for you
All the world has closed her eyes
Tried faith all worn and thin
For all we could have done
And all that could have been
Ocean pulls me close
And whispers in my ear
The destiny I’ve chose
All becoming clear
The currents have their say
The time is drawing near
Washes me away
Makes me disappear
I descend from grace
In arms of undertow
I will take my place
In the great below
I can still feel you
Even so far away
Les symboles de danger des produits présentant un « risque » pour la santé et/ou l’environnement changent à compter du 1er juin 2015.
Je pense qu’il est important de partager cette info, bien que je sache pertinemment que beaucoup de gens ne lisent pas les étiquettes, se foutent moquent allègrement de polluer leur environnement et que d’autres encore, qui ont des enfants, laissent les produits dangereux à porter des mimines des petits curieux (ce qui est normal…qu’ils soient curieux). A ce propos, voici le lien d’un site utile et informatif sur les accidents domestiques « planetoscope ». Pour les autres, qui lisent les étiquettes, heureusement il y en a de plus en plus 🙂 voici donc ce qui a changé et va changer pendant ces 2 prochaines années :
…/… L’entrée en vigueur des nouveaux symboles de danger a commencé dès 2010. Ils sont alors devenus obligatoires pour les substances vendues…
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