EN : Here is my playlist for the start of year 2016, sure this playlist will evolve on a regular basis 🙂
FR: Voici ma playlist pour ce début d’année 2016, elle évoluera et changera au fur et à mesure de l’année 🙂
U2 : New year’s day
Depeche Mode : New Life
Nine Inch Nails – Head like a Hole
Daniel Balavoine : Je ne suis pas un héros
Etienne Daho : Mon Manège à moi
A-Ha The Sun always Shine on tv
Billy Idol : Rebel Yell
Midnight Oil : Beds are Burning
AC/DC Back in Black
Blondie : Heart of glass
David Bowie : Let’s Dance
Bérurier Noir : Porcherie – La Jeunesse emmerde le front national
Noir Désir : Tostaky
J’adore vraiment ce qu’il fait avec Soulsavers ,superbe Titre
I really enjoy a lot what he’s done with Soulsavers, a wonderful song.
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
Pimpf : Drifting somewhere... 