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Walking On Thin Ice

Walking on thin ice,
Im paying the price
For throwing the dice in the air.
Why must we learn it the hard way
And play the game of life with your heart?

I gave you my knife,
You gave me my life
Like a gush of wind in my hair.
Why do we forget whats been said
And play the game of life with our hearts?

I may cry some day,
But the tears will dry whichever way.
And when our hearts return to ashes,
Itll be just a story,
Itll be just a story.

Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai...

Ooh-ahooh...

I knew a girl who tried to walk across the lake,
course it was winter when all this was ice.
Thats a hell of a thing to do, you know.
They say the lake is as big as the ocean.
I wonder if she knew about it?

Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai...
Yoko Ono

Piano

To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Cant feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches

To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Cant feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches

To the good, to the clean
And Ill be youre ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of sighs
Not some moaning, until they homing
And they spoil it all

To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Cant feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the good, to the clean
And Ill be youre ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of sighs
Not some moaning, until they homing
And they spoil it all

Not some moaning, until they homing
Not some moaning, until they homing

To the good, to the clean
And Ill be youre ugly

To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of sighs
Not some moaning, until they homing
Not some moaning, until they homing

To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Cant feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches

TRICKY

DÉJEUNER DU MATIN

Il a mis le café
Dans la tasse
Il a mis le lait
Dans la tasse de café
Il a mis le sucre
Avec la petite cuiller
Il a tourné
Il a bu le café au lait
Dans le café au lait
Et il a reposé la tasse
Sans me parler
Il a allumé
Une cigarette
Il a fait des ronds
Avec la fumée
Il a mis les cendres
Dans le cendrier
Sans me parler
Sans me regarder
Il s'est levé
Il a mis
Son chapeau sur sa tête
Il a mis
Son manteau de pluie
Parce qu'il pleuvait
Et il est parti
Sous la pluie
Sans une parole
Sans me regarder
Et moi j'ai pris
Ma tête dans ma main
Et j'ai pleuré.

J.PREVERT

Ode à la vie

Elle a jonché d’or et de jade ma routine
Elle a jonché de sopalin des torrents de larmes
Mais l’ampleur m’a fait me fissurer

Ode à la vie
Ode à la poésie
Ode à la parodie

Petit baigneur
Fait des longueurs à longueur d’odyssée
Brasse petit verni
À bras raccourcis
Brasse petit gabarit
Brasse
Brasse

Engloutis mes péchés véniels
Mes blasphèmes en apnée
Brasse

Elle a jonché d’orchidées l’enfer de ma marelle
Elle a saupoudré de courage mes limbes
Elle m’a arraché un sourire
Elle m’a dit polie polisson ces gravillons

Ode à la vie
Ode à la poésie
Ode à la parodie

J’fais la noce
J’fais la noce avec Yasmina
Je divorce avec la Grande Ourse
Aux équinoxes il arrive que je penche

Ode à la vie
Ode à la poésie
Ode à la presbytie

Aux orties les ciels de réglisse
Au pilori mes éclipses
À la trappe rodéos corridas civière sparadrap
À découvert le ventre à l’air
Ancré dans la baie du bonheur
Lancer des frisbees dans les jardins de Libreville
Lancé. Hop. Attrape. Loupé

J’fais la noce
J’fais la noce avec Yasmina
Je divorce avec la Grande Ourse
Aux équinoxes il arrive que je penche
J’fais la noce
J’fais la noce avec Monica
J’fais la noce

Ode à la vie
Elle a jonché d’or et de jade ma routine
Elle a jonché de sopalin des torrents de larmes
Mais l’ampleur m’a fait me fissurer
Ode à la vie
Ode à la parodie
Ode à la poésie
Ode à la vie
Ode à la vie ...

Alain Bashung

Cindy C.

This song's about a high class model,
over in Paris, France (Oh, Cindy C)
If I get a camera,
Tell me will u dance (will u play with me?)
If I take a picture,
In the middle of the night (Oh, Cindy C)
Will u fuck with me,
sugar, say it's alright, c'mon (will u play with me?)
(Say it, say it)

(Cindy C, play with me)
(I will pay the usual fee)
Aahhh Cindy C, (What's it gonna be?)
will u play with me? (What's it gonna be?)
(Cindy C, play with me)
(I will pay with usual fee)
Aahhh Cindy C, (What's it gonna be?)
I'll pay the fee (Cindy C)

Super-fine heifer (super fine)
I saw u in the Vogue
I knew you would be trouble, (trouble, trouble)
but why go (go,go)
I'll give you 7 sips of
Elderberry wine (1,2,3,4,5,6,7)
Maybe we'll unlock the
Secrets of your mind

(Cindy C, play with me)
(I will pay the usual fee)
Aahhh Cindy C, (What's it gonna be?)
will u play with me? (What's it gonna be?)
(Cindy C, play with me)
(I will pay with usual fee)
Aahhh Cindy C, (What's it gonna be?)
I'll pay the fee (Cindy C)

The passion's in the mix. (Serve it up, Sheila)
Drink it quick - Cindy, shit
Where'd u get that beauty mark?
Maybe u and I should be undressing

Don't all girls look the same? They don't?
Oh, what a shame.
Cindy, Cindy. I'll pay the usual fee
What's the matter, don't u like me?

([help me] tell me what it's all about)

I'm talking about a long [crucial wait](Cindy C Listen
Girl, if I have 2 beg (She's so tired)
I'm gonna see u in (Look at me)
your birthday suit tonight (She doesn't look as good as I do)
I'm sure you're quite intelligent (U think she does, but think again. See?)
A whiz at math and all that shit (how 'bout that?)
But I'm, I'm a tad more interested (Ah ha ha look it,)
(She can't even walk in those shoes)
(I can walk better than that)
in flyin' your kite tonight (She can't even dance)
Cindy, is that alright? (I would give somethin' to know)
(how she ever sees anyone) (Cindy C)

Oohhh Cindy C, will u play with me?
I'll pay the usual fee

Two organ solos 2 go...

(Oh Cindy C, Oh Cindy C, Oh Cindy C, Oh Cindy C)
(Oh Cindy C, Oh Cindy C, Yeah, Oh Cindy C, Oohhh Cindy C)
(Oh Cindy C, Oohhh, Oohhh, Oh Cindy C)
(Oh Cindy C, Will u play with me?)
(Oh Cindy C, I will pay the fee)
(Ah Cindy C, Will u play with me?)
(Ah Cindy C, I will pay the fee)

Help me (aaww shit)
Excuse my savoir faire,
But, baby I'm dying 2 take u everywhere (Oh yeah?)
I wanna show u 2 my friends
Because baby, you're the living end (Tell me now)
Let me have a debt worth winning,
I can feel your ice is thinning
Like a frozen pond in spring
Your furry melting thing awaits me
Your furry melting thing awaits me, (Oh Cindy C)
and my six-string (Will u play with me?)

(Cindy, where r u?)
C'mon Cindy (Oh my God)
C'mon Cindy (Wait)
Don't u want 2 play with me? (Ah, yes, no, wait)
Don't u want 2 play with me? (Yes)
What's the matter with me, Cindy? (Nothing)

[shockadelica]

Oh Cindy C, won't u play with me?

Music is the key 2 set yourself free
From depression, drugs and increasing poverty
The key is 2 the lock, the lock is on the door
The door has a knob that u've never turned before
The jack, use the jack, it opens up the lock
Cuz there's the key 2 unlock the body
Place it like that 2 open up the door
The door 2 the house full of people galore
The beat won't stop 'til the JM jocks
And he jacks the box 'til the party rocks
The clock tick-tocks and the place gets hot
And believe it or not, all the troubles u forgot
It's just that easy if u want it 2 be
For all the fellas, and the young ladies
So ease your mind and set yourself free
2 the mystifying music that we call Cindy C

Oh Cindy C, won't u play with me?
Prince

Nicholas Kirwood // http://www.nicholaskirkwood.com

Bigmouth Strikes Again

Sweetness
sweetness I was only joking when I said
I'd like to smash every tooth in your head.

Oh sweetness
Sweetness I was only joking when I said
By rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed.

And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her walkman started to melt

Bigmouth la da dum da da
Bigmouth la da da da, bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
In the human race

x2

And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her megadrive started to melt

Bigmouth la da dum da da
Bigmouth la da da da
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
In the human race
The Smiths - Bigmouth Strikes Again - 1986

OLDIESTOMORROW Italian Vogue // Fashion Stylist: Jessica Diehl // Photographer: Michael Baumgarten

O Superman

O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to leave a
message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don't know me,
but I know you.
And I've got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.

And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the
hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They're American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
completion of their appointed rounds.

'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice.
And when justive is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me,
Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.
LAURIE ANDERSON - "O Superman"