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
And last but not least, en fin de sélection musicale pour cette journée un mix d’Alan Wilder & Paul Kendall pour la dernière tournée de Recoil :
Titre de Recoil (Alan Wilder ex Depeche Mode)avec la collaboration du célèbre Golden Gate Quartet
Recoil – Want (Low Tech Remix) : http://youtu.be/JzntSIYHabI
1er Juin 2014 – Anniversaire d’Alan Wilder, ex membre de Depeche Mode ( 1982-1995) et fondateur de Recoil , dont je suis bien sûr fan !
June 1st 2014- it’s the birthday of Alan Wilder one great musician and artist who was member of Depeche Mode from 1982 to 1995 and founder and creative mind behind RECOIL since 1986
EN : June 1st 2014 , Alan Wilder the great mind and artist behind Recoil he celebrates his 54th birthday today, he’s one great artist a kind person and surely an under rated artist who should deserve more for his input in music. I was and still am a great fan of his work during his Depeche Mode era and of course for Recoil, he’s one of my favourite artist and I still have a great admiration for him , so this is just a small way to thank him and celebrate his birthday.
FR : 1er Juin 2014 , nous fêtons les 54 ans de l’esprit créatif et du grand artiste qui est derrière RECOIL. c’est un artiste qui à mon avis n’est pas apprécié à sa juste valeur et qui n’est pas complètement reconnu pour son implication et son influence musicale. J’ai été et je reste un grand…
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Alan Wilder’s birthday June 1st, happy Birthday Alan
Pimpf : Drifting somewhere... 