fuckin'sixteen morose day, où sont passé mes

fuckin'sixteen

morose day, où sont passé mes pantoufles? Pour un peu on se croirait dans l'Oise.
la non action ne me réussit pas.

aujourd'hui j'ai mangé une strawberry. It was a "surprise". not.

(Nat King Cole, by ADAM.)

THEY ARE BRAND NEW AND FUN: 

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MGMT                                                                               Times to pretend 

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life   Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives   I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and f*ck with the stars    You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars
This is our decision to live fast and die young   We've got the vision, now let's have some fun   Yeah, it's overwhelming but what else can we do   Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends   We were fated to pretend   To pretend
We were fated to pretend   To pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms   I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world   I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home   Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do   Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew   The models will have children, we'll get a divorce   We'll find some more models, everything must run its course
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end   We were fated to pretend   To pretend
We were fated to pretend   To pretend 

I said yeah, yeah, yeah
All right yeah, yeah, yeah
I said yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah