These four years were a suicide But you volunteered and kept it alive So you can't complain, no you can't complain No you can't complain, no you can't
These four years were a suicide But you volunteered and kept it alive So you can't complain, no you can't complain No you can't complain, no you can'
the Pyrenees Paid vacations Send a brochure from the agency No complaints But my girlfriend dug a ditch in my room Walking papers and a hole Straight out for my shoes No complaints
complaint department If you wanna complain I'm not the complaint department If you wanna complain I'm not the complaint department If you wanna complain I'm not the complaint
It was that kind of misting rain It was that kind of night Nothing was wrong Oh, it just wasn't right It weren't the blues It weren't low rent It was
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Hoy no es una noche comun en el viento puedes escuchar el lamento de Saturno perdiendose en la piel estelar Hoy no es una noche comun en la niebla puedes
I've seen your fairground hair, your seaside eyes Your vampire tooth, your little truth and your tiny lies And I know your trembling hand, your guilty
Oh, your love has strayed When you gonna taste the same Go and perform again When you gonna call the game This is the lost complaint This is the lost complaint
Oh, who will plough the fields all day And who will thresh the corn Who will tend the sheep now And see them neatly shorn The stack that's in the haggard
( Drag City Supersession album ) There is no comfort so Familiar as the silence Inasmuch as we touch We understand each other As for us we've become
I guess, I tried to show you how I'd take the crowd with my guitar And business men would clap their hands And clip another fat cigar And publishers
Paroles et musique : Michel Rivard © 1974 by Editions Bonte Divine Capo III 1 Cremoe, cremoe pas quequ'part en Alaska Y'a un phoque qui s'ennuie en maudit
La lune trop bleme pose un diademe sur tes cheveux roux La lune trop rousse de gloire eclabousse ton jupon plein d'trous La lune trop pale caresse l
This is the world I meant Couldn't you listen? Couldn't you stay content? Safe behind walls, as I could not Now you know what's out there in the world
Paroles de Luc PLAMONDON - Musique de Michel BERGER J'ai pas d'mande a v'nir au monde J'voudrais seul'ment qu'on m'fich' la paix J'ai pas envie d'faire
Quand je regarde les gens, ca me fait bien marrer Ils sont jamais contents rien ne les satisfait Depuis le temps que les hommes cherchent le bonheur Si
You told me all about you without ever saying a word Every time you opened your mouth, it was my voice that I heard At least that's what I thought or
