Floby
Roy dans son pays
Le Roy
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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Souvenirs industriels
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Orientation pluricellulaire
mots maux momo motus
Sujet pieux
Depuis le 23-06-2005 :
135193 visiteurs
Depuis le début du mois :
598 visiteurs
Billets :
245 billets
I didn't mean to hurt you | 18 février 2007
that's true
Publié par Floby à 19:07:29 dans Blues | Commentaires (0) | Permaliens
Baby | 16 janvier 2007
I wish I was a baby...
Cooooold turkeeeeeeeeey...
Publié par Floby à 23:15:28 dans Blues | Commentaires (0) | Permaliens
My dear | 21 décembre 2006
Dear Prudence,
Won't you come out to play?
Dear Prudence,
See the brand-bew day, hey.
The sun is up
The sky is blue
It's beautiful
And so are you...
(basse, taaaaaaaaoun dou doui aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)
Publié par Floby à 19:28:31 dans Blues | Commentaires (1) | Permaliens
I can't dim the lights and sing your song full of sad things. We can do the tango just for two. | 04 décembre 2006
Nothing to worry about, baby
Beneath his hands and lips
it's still me loving you...
Je me sens un peu bleu ce soir (oui oui comme mon pull). Je ne sais pas dire d'où ça provient. je suis triste c'est tout...
Publié par Floby à 21:12:14 dans Blues | Commentaires (0) | Permaliens
When I'm sixty-four | 28 novembre 2006
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the isle of wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera chuck & dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
Publié par Floby à 22:07:57 dans Blues | Commentaires (2) | Permaliens
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