| Come and talk a walk on the wild side, let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain.
In Europe and America there’s a growing feeling of hysteria conditioned to respond to all the threats in the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you I don’t subscribe to this point of view it would be such an ignorant thing to do if the Russians love their children too.
How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer’s deadly toy there is no monopoly in common sense on either side of the political fence we share the same biology regardless of ideology believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too.
There is no historical precedent to put the words in the mouth of the President there’s no such thing as a winnable war it’s a lie that we don’t believe anymore Mr. Reagan says we will protect you I don’t subscribe to this point of view believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too.
We share the same biology regardless of ideology what might save us me and you is if the Russians love their children too.
| I thought I was someone else, someone good.
A se changer en roi à hurler à la lune à traquer la fortune tout ça pour traîner son poids.
Au risque de s’y plaire au moment de s’y croire sonnez les courants d’air faites donner l’exutoire il faudrait qu’on s’élève au fois il a d’la classe ou alors qu’on prenne la sève comme elle vient encore et encore.
Tu la vois la belle bleue les feux de l’artifice tu la sens même un peu mieux à la faveur d’une éclipse on voit du jour au lendemain que ça ne s’invente pas instantanément comme ça reprendre de volée d’aussi loin comme elle vient encore et encore.
Comme elle vient comme on peut c’est cruel et sans fard ça choisit pas merci pour eux comme une flèche comme un pieu c’est bon pour la mémoire ça vous fait quoi d’être au milieu et camarades si les jeux sont faits au son des mascarades on pourra toujours se marrer et tout le long des courants on voit des amoureux qui savent encore changer leurs nerfs en un bouquet délicieux on en aura des saisons des torrides et des blêmes je peux encore garder ton nom je peux aussi dire que je l’aime.
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People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening, people writing songs that voices never share, and no one dared disturb the sound of silence…
| Simon and Garfunkel, The Sound of Silence.
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Once a jolly swagman sat beside the billabong under the shade of a cooibah tree and he sang as he sat waited by the billabong you’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda waltzing matilda you’ll come a waltzing matilda with me and he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong you’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee and he sang as he tucked jumbuck in his tuckerbag you’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda waltzing matilda you’ll come a waltzing matilda with me and he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong you’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
Down came the stockman riding on his thoroughbred down came the troopers one two three “where’s the jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tuckerbag” you’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda waltzing matilda you’ll come a waltzing matilda with me and he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong you’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong “you’ll never catch me alive” cried he and his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong you’ll come a waltzing matilda with me.
