L'ennui avec le fait que l'on ait beaucoup d'imagination, c'est qu'on en a parfois trop.

Sur ce, je vous laisse gamberger avec ceci.

Je vais voter pour la première fois.

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Des paroles, comme ça.

Archive - Nothing else

My angel clipped wings I know
Wonders in darkness on grimey ground
In a forest unclean unsound
Everything everything's gone wild
Make land for the cows to graze
Leaflets scatter around to advertise

sell out

A swamp in it hands stretched out
To catch a passing dime
Donations to the rich widened
Pavements for the poor
Somewhere else to lie
But my friend the carriage door
Stands slightly ajar
And I know clipped wings make uneasy flight
But we've got to reach


A place where the feast never ends
A moment when the music celebrates
And a time when darkness belongs
To night skies and nothing else
Nothing else

No

Nothing else

Tomorrow my spirit seen
Fears today my mind
Soul aches so deep
Always craves my body to reach

A place where the feast never ends
A moment when the music celebrates
And a time when darkness belongs
To night skies and nothing else
Nothing else

No

Nothing else.