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La la la la

We speak in past tense and talk about the weather
Half broken sentences we try to piece together
I ask about an old friend that we both used to know
You said you heard he took his life about five years ago
We may pass each other on the interstate
We honk and cross over to the other lane
Everybody's going somewhere everybody's inside
Hundreds of cars hundreds of private lives
We are so out of touch yeah
La La La
La la la la






du génie purement, même si c'est pas aussi fort que la version du fillmore
ça ressemble à une chanson de neil young,
mais jamais neil young n'a atteint ce degré de perfection dans l'écriture ;

This song brings a tear to my eye because of it's prophetic message. Poor Phil knew he had a problem,I wish he could have overcome it,just imagine what other brilliant songs he could have written!.

RIP Phil you killed most other songwriters in rock!

je trouve ce groupe de plus en plus extraordinaire; ado, je suis passé à côté, même si j'avais leurs grands disques; ce n'est que maintenant que leur grandeur m'atteint vraiment, et comme dit le mec en haut : impossible de ne pas avoir les larmes aux yeux en écoutant ça; quel songwriter :


I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff

Tell my mama and tell my pa
That their fine young son didn't get far
He made it to the end of a bottle
Sitting in a sleazy bar

He tried hard but his spirit broke
He tried until he nearly choked
In the end he lost his
Bottle drinking alcohol

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff

Tell my brother I tried to write and
Put pen to paper but I was frightened
I couldn't seem to get the words out right
Right quite right

Tell my sister I'm sinking slow
Now and again I powder my nose
In the end I lost my bottle
It smashed in a casbah

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff

I've been messing with the heavy stuff
For a time I couldn't get enough
But I'm waking up and it's wearing off
Junk don't take you far

Tell my Mama I'm coming home
In my youth I'm getting older
And I think it's lost control
Mama I'm coming home

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff

le début des Guns Of Brixton, pas mal, surtout pour un groupe qui massacre tout ce qu'il cover; juste après un de mes trucs favoris des RHCP; my lovely man, c'est monstrueux; étrange, j'avais pas réécouté depuis des années; toujours la même jubilation;