We have three choices from here. Evolution, regretion, or stagnation. And I will choose the first. I would rather move on. Because looking backwards
To give what I got, to take what I need to live, it ain't easy for me, Darken my eyes, tell me lies, but all nice, tell me how I have to be, Get me in
De tous ses copains du cirque forain Pas un n'avait dit au vieux funambule Qu'il etait aussi parfois somnambule Ca n'aurait servi strictement a rien
C'est la ballade d'une ordinaire, pas courageuse pour un sou Traine son fiel, cree sa misere Dechirant son c?ur d'amadou L'imbecile se meprend pour une
Faut du trash Faut du clash Faut du rentre-dedans Faut que ca pete Faut que ca bouge Faut du mouvement Faut du vrai De l'instantane Etre percutant Faut
Quand tout a coup deboule un bataillon de flics ! Bagarre des casques noirs contre foulards rouges, « Gare si je t'attrape » ca matraque sur tout ce
"Johnny, uh, some kids on the show yesterday mentioned a new kind of music - Ska. You know anything about it?" "Nothing but a modern off-shoot of Reggae
(Jacques Plante) Tout la-haut dans la nuit marche un funambule En habit de clair de lune et de diamant Il s?avance en jonglant par-dessus la foule Des
Well, the moon moves the ocean with its pull And the sun keeps arising over the hill Bodies in motion Mixing emotions Why oh why oh why Won't my heart
[Bonus track for Japan]
written by Judee Sill Sweet silver angels over the sea Please come down flying low for me One time I trusted a stranger 'Cause I heard his sweet song
By Warren Zevon Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Hoist the mainsail - here I come Ain't no room on board for the insincere You're my witness I'm your mutineer
written by Warren Zevon Mom and Papa bought a Chickering Every day I'd sit and play that thing I practiced hard; it was more than a whim I played with
written by Warren Zevon I was getting used to you You went and changed your tune Now you've got me so confused I can't tell the salt from the wound
written by Warren Zevon and Carl Hiaasen Got a Glock in the bedside table Machine gun leaning by the bedroom door Kevlar vest in the closet Well,
written by Warren Zevon Once upon a time these stories always start There lived a handsome prince and he had a happy heart And a princess, too--she
written by Warren Zevon Every touch is measured out Every word is written down Sunny skies are seldom seen In the land of few and far between And