Everything But the Girl

Ill let a train be my feet if its too far to walk to you
And if a train dont go there
Ill get a jet or a bus ‘cuz Im gonna find you
Youre gonna see my shadow soon around you
And my head is my only house unless it rains
Ive walked the meadow plains
While the desert’s on my eyes until I find you
I wont sleep until I find you
I wont eat until I find
And my heart wont beat
Until I wrap my arms around you
And my arms are just two things
In the way till I can wrap them around you
You can make a sad song happy
And a bad world good
I can feel you out there moving
Youre mine and I know Ill find you
And my head is my only house until I found you
I hate to hear other people
Hear me sing this song
If it reaches you before I do

Why does he still go on like she’s a baby
Saying that’s no kind of language for a lady?
He knows she hates that word, that’s why he said it.
He can be childish too and she won’t forget it.
Don’t tell me I don’t understand,
He said, ‘I know I don’t understand.
I understood when you were ten,
But nothing’s added up since then.
He said, ‘I’ll give you a piece of my mind
And you’re not too old to take it.
Oh, just a piece of my mind
That’s him and her mum on honeymoon.
She was born in January and that was in June.
But now her life and his, they just don’t mix,
And he don’t like her boyfriends or her politics.
Don’t tell me what you think of me,
I know what you think of me.
I understood when you were ten,
But nothing’s added up since then.

I Didn't Know I Was Looking For Love E.P.

Un regard…

Photo et Voyage

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Si vous vous rendez au Vieux Port à la Rochelle vous y trouverez cette fresque murale qui est bien foutue, un excellent exemple de l’art de la rue. J’adore cet art quand c’est bien fait par un véritable artiste de rue. Au lieu de voir un mur gris et sale, pourquoi pas un vrai art des artistes.

Par contre je ne sais pas combien de temps que cette fresque murale sera là, mais je l’adore et il fallait la photographier.

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2 fave Pixies songs

hey
been trying to meet you
hey
must be a devil between us
or whores in my head
whores at my door
whores in my bed
but hey
where have you been?
if you go i will surely die
we’re chained

uh said the man to the lady
uh said the lady to the man she adored
and the whores like a choir
go uh all night
and Mary ain’t you tired of this
uh
is
the
sound
that the mother makes when the baby breaks
we’re chained

Ooh, stop
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there’s nothing in it
And you’ll ask yourself

Where is my mind
Where is my mind
Where is my mind
Way out in the water
See it swimmin’

I was swimmin’ in the Caribbean
Animals were hiding behind the rock
Except the little fish
But they told me, he swears
Tryin’ to talk to me koi koy

Where is my mind
Where is my mind
Where is my mind
Way out in the water
See it swimmin’