I remember when I knew where I was goingI recall a time I felt I’d lost my wayAnd now I’m stuck between the twoAnd it’s all because of youFor leaving me as I’d just started growing
There were weeks on end the clouds weren’t in the skyThere were times when we were stuck out in the rainMemories good and bad have been and goneI’ll cherish each and every single oneI remember when all we knew was still worth knowing
And I’d love to say with certainty that this wasn’t for the worstAnd I'm struggling to put it in to wordsI can’t lie that it’s been hurting meThat you cant see what its worthAnd you left just when I needed it to work
I remember when the world was at our feetAnd I look back to when we thought wed lost it allI was a story of success
Now I'm barely existing at bestI remember when I knew where I was going

Que pensez-vous de mon poème

Verlaine ?

Y ai-je mis tout ce que j’aime,

Verlaine ?




Est-ce bien fait de vers impairs

Bon père ?

Est-ce poison dans l’atmosphère,

Dans l’air ?




Soyez donc à ce que vous faites,

Poète

Plus tard je vous ferai la fête,

Nue tête




Vous fouillerez mon cou gentil

De nuit.

Mais quoi, regardez, je vous pris !

J’y suis ?




Que pensez-vous de mon poème,

Verlaine ?

Y sent-on bien le chrysanthème,

Verlaine ?




Ils valent tous les vins de messe

Tes poèmes, l’enchanteresse

Veut-tu maintenant, poétesse

Montrer ce que tu as de fesse ?

Huit janvier de quatre-vingt seize

Le Bon Père est venu matin

M’emmener pour que je la baise

Une catin




Elle a l’œil de basalte gai

De Rimbaud, d’Esther, je ne sais

Je m’en vais lui sonner les cloches

Ce sera fait




Me restera le long chemin

A courir, eh bien, dieu me damne :

Il n’est pas si long, le chemin

Je suis poète, je suis âne !




Huit janvier de quatre-vingt seize

Le Bon Père m’a pardonné

Son crucifix blond, je le baise

Son cul donné




Qui est l’œil de la vie sous terre

De Satan, d’Orphée, Baudelaire

Je m’en vais offrir ma tournée

Tournez, danser !




Nous allons vous le mettre en bouche

Notre poème, enfant qui couche :

Le monde a perdu la raison

Il nous a reniflé le con,

Il nous a reniflé le con !




Elle :




Dansons notre ronde, tournons

Verlaine, ou si tu veux, sortons !

La ville est jolie, c’est l’été :

Sur la place on a tricoté

Des roses de papier crépon




Ouvrons la fenêtre, chantons !

Verlaine, ou si tu veux, causons

La ville est jolie je suis belle

Je suis louve et je suis missel

Ou coquelicot, c’est selon




Verlaine, je m’en vais passer

Sache bien que j’étais la vie

Sache bien que j’étais la vie

Sache bien que j’étais la vie

Ce n’est rien, dis-tu ?

C’est assez

Inside out you can turn it up or down you can put it right here
You can run em round in circlesWrite it out maybe put it in a letter if you call em on the phone
Make sure they're really listeningGet linked in get on line if they can't pick up the drift tell em “shut up and listen”It’s quite clear no doubt whatsoeverSo open up your ears coz this is the reason:
We're all soul; anyone can see so X2
Inside out you can put it on the line got to get it worked out and eliminate the questionIt’s in your hands see what you can do explain I'm not a number nor emotional inventionGet linked in get on line if they can't pick up the drift tell em shut up and listenShut up!It’s quite clear no doubt whatsoever so open up your ears coz this is the reason:
We're all soul; anyone can see so X4Anyone can, anyone can. Up! Up!Anyone can
Inside out you can put it on the line got to get it worked out and eliminate the questionIt's in your hands see what you can do explain I'm not a number nor emotional inventionGet linked in get on line if they can't pick up the drift tell em shut up and listenIt’s quite clear no doubt whatsoever so open up your ears coz we’re all soul
We’re all soul,
Anyone can see soAnyone can, anyone can, anyone can, anyone can
We're all soul; anyone can see so X2Anyone can anyone can anyone can anyone can
Anyone can.So shut up and listen!
Oh any one canShut up and listen!

One day if you don’t mindI’ll take you undergroundWhere the freaks dance aroundUnder the vaults of a forgotten cave
There’ll be crazy bandsActing extremely strangelyThere might be monster gangsWho knows what arises when you’re open to change?
And we’ll be sliding in the darkWith magnifying glassesIt all seems to be so starkBut we love seedy places
And this black will be as brightAs the rays of the sunlightAnd the colours of their smilesWill paint our lips in mauveAnd I’ll stop holding backThose words I love you
A flood of words will gush upWe’ll speak and speak endlesslyWe’ll fill our eyes with passionUnder the vaults of the forgotten cave
Lifted up by the momentOverwhelmed with emotionsOur hearts will skip a few beatsWho knows what arises when you’re open to change?
I know your heart is differentYou don’t resemble what you areSo one day if you don’t mindI’d like to take you underground
Where the black will be as brightAs the rays of the sunlightAnd the colours of the smilesWill paint our lips in mauveAnd I’ll stop holding
Those words I love you