Parce que mon autre blog "Let's Rock" devenait assez... bordélique, en voici un autre. Défouloir sentimental, coups de gueules, coups de coeur, humeurs, soleils, ombres, bouquins, films, musique, souvenirs... Comment ça ici AUSSI c'est bordélique?
I am not gonna make it
I can see the crowd around me
Is getting bigger, & as it is
I'm trying to figure out
Why I feel so isolated
I have my friends
But don't have much time for them
I have my house
A tiny pocket in my luggage
I have my boyfriend
But he's also so tired of listening to me
Every single day
Seems like a mountain to climb
Every single word
It takes all my strength to get it out
I'm tired of talking about me
But in fact, it's the only thing
I get a grip on
I feel like I'm not gonna make it
I really feel like I'm not gonna make it
But it might be the best thing
That ever happened to me, so now
Hey little girl keep on smiling!!
Cause they don't want to hear you complaining
You're a lucky girl
Your life's so exciting
So I'll keep on making bad jokes
Cause you think I'm strong
& it might be the way you like it
Oh how I need you to like me...
I have tried as hard as I can
I have tried to go through 9 to 5
But I was like a train
Between work and bars
Never found out what I was travelling for
Now I have my car
But I ain't got no safe place to go
I still hold my drink
But I'm not as thirsty as before
I have my voice
But I heard lately that people
Don't want to hear sad songs
Every single place
It's all the same to me
Every single face
I know it will be replaced
By another smiley one
Who will also be left soon
Somewhere behind
I feel like I'm not gonna make it
I really feel like I'm not gonna make it
But it might be the best thing
That ever happened to me, so now
Hey little girl keep on smiling!!
Cause they don't want to hear you complaining
You're a lucky girl
Your life's so exciting
So I'll keep on making bad jokes
Cause you think I'm strong
& it might be the way you like it
Oh how I need you to like me...
Please now just don't count on me
I can't handle it anymore
& don't ask me why
If you don't want me to lie
But don't be alarmed
Don't you see that I'm just down
Just don't worry soon
I'll be back on the tracks
Smiling!!
Cause I'll get tired of complaining
I'm a lucky girl
& I'm doing exactly what I wanted
So I'll keep on making bad jokes
Cause I need to be strong
It might be my only chance to get out of it
& now I really need to make it!!
Publié par Lujena à 11:51:26 dans Mots(aux) en chansons | Commentaires (2) | Permaliens
Elle ne sait plus quoi faire
Quand son p'tit cœur de verre
Lui joue des tours
Quand, après sa voix,
Son p'tit cœur de verre
Se brise à son tour
En mille morceaux transparents.
En mille petits sentiments.
P'tits bouts de verre brillant
Lumineux dans le soleil, éclatants.
Effilés comme des lames
Mais froids comme des larmes
Honteuse, elle les récupère
Un à un, tristes morceaux de verre.
Elle les remet dans son sac
Les enferme à double tour
Clic-Clac.
Plus tard, elle devra réinventer
Une potion-colle pour tout réparer.
Raccommoder tous ces p'tits bouts
Pour cicatriser et rester debout.
Et enfermer loin, très loin,
Tout au fond de sa mémoire
Cette douleur-coup de poing
Flanquée de son copain Désespoir.
Pour recommencer à vivre
Souriante, légère et libre.
Vivre au rythme d'un Carpe Diem
Embelli par quelques « Je t'aime »
Soufflés dans le creux de l'oreille,
Créant une joie sans pareil...
... Des p'tits bouts
De vie
Tout doux.
L.
Publié par Lujena à 11:06:34 dans De rimes en vers | Commentaires (1) | Permaliens
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