So long darlin in your eyes I’ve been too long too far away I mean I was to you the guy of the postcard I ‘m steppin out and here are the words I say Misunderstanding while I ‘m comin at ya I’m all of a sudden standin and facing Your bodybuilt bodyguard...

She ‘s a bird loving freedom there is no place to I In her own private kingdom stubborn as I am despite people around me say That I would be foolish this heart too far away that belongs to her, selfish Stupidly in love Despite a love that bites with a...

(Once upon a time In our little town Once upon a time in our lives) There she came alone I don’t know why Don’t know why she’s walking Under our sky Wise man said we were fools Cause with her body she can lead you to anywhere When you have her in your...

It’s obvious all around is such a mess Cause he has left all of us much too soon When all I can see around is darkness I only ear endless gossip from noon Now he’s quiet you all can stop Cause your gunshots lead to nowhere In his poor body not a blood...

No gun, no weapon And no violence I don’t shout I don’t want to make you bleed Bloody teardrops have no sense You’ve hurted me that’s what it leads. In my opinion You ‘re not interesting a lot At the foolish’s cup You won the pot Pen ‘s my favorite weapon...

I’m inflamed But I’m damned I’m out of it all I’m fed up with faith Bored of having control Jah whispers on my ears Try to clean up my soul In between me and your fears I’ve built a healthy wall You can pretend being Buddhist or a Rastafarian I won’t...

love sometimes makes you blind go to a crazy mood Ignore what you will find Under the cherry moon your friends say it’s a love running one way and it comes from your side they advice it’s enough but you go your way only you can decide don’t focus or you’ll...

Colline à demi-nue Alanguie sous le ciel De sa robe verdâtre Aguiche le soleil Loin du béton, du plâtre Elle s’endort inconnue Solitaire irréelle En vénus d’albâtre Cueille la fleur de sel Du vent qui court le pâtre L’amer en arrière Qui rêve de ce sucre...

Pour la forme Je proteste La haine Comme la peste Contre ceux qui retournent leur veste Dans leur placard, pourvu qu’ils y restent Pas forcément un modèle Mais j’essaie de rester modeste Alors qu’ici on me moleste J’ai pas peur de rester en reste On fait...