Gainsbourg Zero-Dix S'rait-il Mayfair ou Saint-Sulpice ? Videur, danseur, voyeur, artiste ? Hardeur ? Petit...petit pianiste ? Dis-moi, Gainsbourg
Melancholy, aviation Chocolate perfume, cigarettes Frequent flier stow away Dislocation, sleeping jets Wave goodbye, feel homesick Tranquilizers bill
A cinq heures cinquante-cinq Awake with open eyes A drift upon the night And miles away from land 5:55 5:55 A cinq heures cinquante-cinq Ante meridiem
Crooked man down a crooked mile Crooked backbone, crossed out smile Crooked cat, crooked mouse We live together in a crooked little house We're all fine
I feel you all around me You're everything I cannot see As the ocean crawls onto the shoreline So you lap at the edges of me And now as I'm walking I
I told you before that this is the end You'll never work in this town again, Jamais You think you know me, that's your trouble Never fall in love with
I collect many things And keep them all close to me To the ceiling from the floor I'm tripping on them constantly Pixelated faces play On the blown out
She's sliding, she's sliding down to the depth of the world She's fighting, she's fighting the urge to make a .... Heaven can wait and hell's too far
In the playground, children sing their songs and skin their knees Play little monsters, play I remember doing just the same so many years ago And the
Quand on est mort, c'est qu'on est mort Quand on ne rit plus, c'est qu'on ne vit plus Quand j'aurai coupé la ficelle Mettez-moi dans une poubelle
If I had my way I'd cross the desert to the sea Learn to speak in tongues something That makes sense to you and me I'd like to unplug the phone Sending
Last night I saw a ghost He seemed familiar to me I welcomed him with open arms He said my name and laid me down Awoke the dreams still sleeping in my
(Hey hey hey hey... hey hey hey hey...) Hold my head up, right foot back Take my hands down, shake my back Pull my strings and cut my rope Rattle my
Help me to see What it's all coming to Crumbs on the table And mud on these shoes Treading so long I can't see where we've been Tracks on the trail And
Night Nighttime intermission Personal inquisition Nocturnal emission Just talking to myself
Now come and stand See the sights and warm your hands And fan the flame inside of me Been burning all my life So come and set my house alight Yeah, come
Train, train Come and gone My rum coco My cold empty Shake, shake Sugaree Shoo, shoo fly Don't come back again X X the eyes C. C. Rider riding On the
Without blindness, there is no sight You'd see further if you'd only close your eyes In unconsciousness, I can find peace Inside prison walls I can find
