Who am I?
Nobody knows but me
Nobody knows but me
Who am I?
Nobody else can see
Just you and me
Who are we
Oh My Love Oh My Love
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I'm sitting here in the boring room
It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my time
I got nothing to do
I'm hanging around
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder
I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast
I'm driving too far
I'd like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder
I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
I'm sitting here
I miss the power
I'd like to go out taking a shower
But there's a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired
Put myself into bed
While nothing ever happens and I wonder
Isolation is not good for me
Isolation I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree
I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy
Baby anyhow I'll get another toy
And everything will happen and you wonder
I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
And I wonder, wonder
I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see
Is just a yellow lemon-tree
Publié par Floby à 22:26:01 dans Blues | Commentaires (2) | Permaliens
J'ai eu mes premiers cours de philo cette semaine, terminale oblige.
Contrairement à d'autres personnes, dont je ne citerai pas le nom ici, je ne peux pas passer mon heure à admirer la jolie prof de philo versée dans les plaisirs de la vie, ou un quelconque professeur jeune et sexy, parce que mon prof, il est moche. Mais il parle quand même.
et il dit des choses qui me revoltent, eh oui! (pas con, le roy) Ce qui m'empeche de dormir comme le reste de la classe (ou de faire des voyages psychédéliques, je vous expliquerai un jour comment faire).
Enfin peut-être, sûrement, que c'est fait exprès, que ça me revolte pour me forcer a réfléchir, ils sont tordus ces gens-là.
Enfin ce qui me revolte surtout, c'est que jusque là, on a appris, défini, ce qu'est la philosophie et ce qui la rendait la discipline maîtresse. Mauvais choix pédagogique pour des physiciens. Enfin bref, pour l'instant, ça me plait pas cette matière, j'ai décidé que je ne marquerai pas un seul mot de cours, afin de garder mon innocence enfantine ^^.
Publié par Floby à 18:48:18 dans Jour nez | Commentaires (8) | Permaliens
You tell me that you've got everything you want
And your bird can sing
But you don't get me, you don't get me
You say you've seen seven wonders
and your bird is green
But you can't see me, you can't see me
When your prized possessions start to wear you down
Look in my direction, I'll be round, I'll be round
When your bird is broken will it bring you down
You may be awoken, I'll be round, I'll be round
You tell me that you've heard every sound there is
And your bird can swing
But you can't hear me, you can't hear me
Publié par Floby à 17:36:28 dans Chansons | Commentaires (1) | Permaliens
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I've got something I can laugh about
I feel good, in a special way
I'm in love and it's a sunny day
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
We take a walk, the sun is shining down
Burns my feet as they touch the ground
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Then we lie beneath a shady tree
I love her and she's loving me
She feels good, she know she's looking fine
I'm so proud to know that she is mine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Publié par Floby à 19:40:02 dans Blues | Commentaires (2) | Permaliens
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