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(written by townes van zandt)
Strange to see, the sun don't shine today
But i ain't in the mood for sunshine anyway
Maybe i'll go insane, got to stop the pain
Maybe i'll go down to see kathleen
Swallow comes, tells me her dreams
Says she'd like to know just what they mean
Feel like i could die as i watch her flying by
Riding the north wind down to see kathleen

Stars hang high with the ocean roar
The moon has come to lead me to a door
It's crystal `cross the sand, the waves they take my hand
Soon i'm gonna see my sweet kathleen
Soon i'm gonna see my sweet kathleen

(repeat all 3 verses)

Plus de liaisons
Plus de trahisons
Plus de liaisons
Comment devineras-tu ?
Si je tremble dans tes bras
Si je soupire dans tes cheveux
Cette derniere liaison
Maintenant plus de trahisons
Plus de liaisons
Comment devineras-tu ?
Si mes bras tremblent
Si j'evite ton regard
Cette derniere liaison

Plus de liaisons
Plus de trahisons
Plus de liaisons
Non, plus de trahisons
Plus de liaisons
Comment devineras-tu ?

Si je tremble dans tes bras
Si je soupire dans tes cheveux
Cette derniere liaison
Quelque part dans ma tete
Je sais ce qui se passe
Mais tout ca a grandi
Ne me laisse pas le choix
S'amuser seulement
Ca me semble un tel crime a present
Va jouer, jouer sur la route
Et tu mourras ecrasee

Plus de liaisons
Plus de trahisons
Plus de liaisons
Comment devineras-tu ?

C'etait spontane
Mais on a rappele les autres
On s'est amuse avec nos precedents amants
Il y a foule la-dedans

Plus de liaisons

(by tom waits)

Mockin' bird, high in the tree
Looks like you've got the best of me
Mockin' bird, singing a song
Well, mockin' bird is mocking me now that you're gone
Mocki'n bird, on top of my roof
Blowin' notes on top of my roof
Mockin' bird singing a song
Well, mockin' bird is mocking me now that you're gone
Mockin' bird, high in the tree
I'm looking up at you, you're looking down at me
Mockin' bird, singing a song
Well, the mockin' bird is mocking me now that you're gone
Throw up some papers, try to scare him away
Look down at me, this what he says. . .
Mockin' bird, high in the tree
Looks like you've got the best of me
Mockin' bird, singing a song
Well, the mockin' bird is mocking me now that you're gone

Nothing came under
The rays remained in the sun that day
And life isn't full of surprises
You think you could steal in
Pop over the wall in the middle of the night
Climb out of those heavy boots and clothes
And into that cool blue
You're not even dipping your toe
I find this bed too big now
It's like those people you see on the way to work
Stuck in an endless queue of traffic
Each one in their own individual car
Half of them coming from the same place
Going to the same place
Going nowhere
They could quarter the amount of cars by sharing a lift
Go on the bus, wipe out all the cars
I should rid myself of this bed, get myself a cardboard box
No waste of space
No force of empty wasted space for your body to create its dent in
I miss your back
You're back, how are you?
What are you up to? getting on okay?
Fuck off

Eighteen months ago they moved in here
The scrap metal dealer to one side
And divorced violinist to the other
Each morning we'd wake to the same chorus
Of cookers and fridges being dragged on their sides across the concrete
Accompanied by ravel's bolero
At first this was the best sound we'd ever heard

Hammer a six inch nail into my right ear
Shove a red hot poker up my nose
Make me walk on hot coals and broken glass
Gouge out my eyes with a cocktail stick
Rip my fingernails off
The pain would be so much easier than doing nothing to me at all

It was that dream again, when i was on the table
There was bright lights, and laurence olivier out of 'the marathon man' staring down at me
As they unbuttoned my coat and unravelled my sweater
And the shirt and the vest peeled
And said "did something die in here?"

So, whose bed you been sleeping in then?
Some poncey arsehole i'll bet
I can see you there
And it fucking hurts
God, i want to buy you bagels and cream cheese for breakfast
Run down the corner shop without my undies or socks on
Make some fresh coffee, hop back into your warm bed
And have those chats i miss so much
Another coffee? cigarette?
Fancy going to the pub later
God, it's good to see you
You always cheer me up

Harry was a contented dog. but he awoke this morning and something was very wrong. he couldn't be bothered to beg for mid-morning biscuits. he couldn't be bothered to roll over and rub his back
E rough floor. he couldn't be bothered to scratch at anything that might be nibbling away at him. he just lay on top of his kennel feeling thoroughly depressed. even his tail wouldn't wag.
Four months earlier, his owner (an elderly gentlemen whom harry had been devoted to ever since he was a puppy) had been temporarily forced to leave the country, leaving harry with a trustworthy, caring couple who lived around the corner. things hadn't been so bad at first: long walks, hearty dinners; even his kennel was in the same spot in their yard -- just to the right of the back door.

This is the same kennel that harry had now been moping on top of for three days. despite the best efforts of the young, caring couple to cheer him up -- offers of chicken and an endless stream of un-fetched balls sent rolling down the yard -- nothing could coax harry from his gloom. so, it was decided to send him to the vet.

Harry was a large dog and heavy-withered, and he was in no mood to climb down from his kennel and trot to the waiting car to travel two miles to the surgery. eventually, he was lifted, with the aid of a neighbor, onto a blanket and hobbled from kennel to car; from the car to the vet's. when, once, harry would have put up a fight before going within 500 yards of this place, during the whole journey, he never raised an eyebrow. of course, the vet could find nothing wrong with harry; mentioned depression; suggested chicken and balls; sent harry home to rest, still wrapped in the blanket. took seven days for the notification to come through. the owner had died in his sleep, leaving specific instructions for harry to be put down. harry was a dead dog.