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The St Gilles Street's Gossips

All the St-Gilles street's gossips
Those are people that don't worry !
They're always laughing
Sat on the docks
 
The tobacconish is their lair
For all those gossips from St Gilles street
They're always carrying their tobacco pouch,
There, it's the story of the gossips !
 
While their men are at work,
They're playing, grinding coffee
While their men are at work,
Women are playing, grinding coffee
 
It was the first time, it's the last time
Never again, never again she'll get that from me
It was the first time, it's the last time
Never again, never again she'll get that from me
 
Oh la la, women are partying
Oh la la, it's a whole band from Rosse1
Oh la la, women are partying
Men are at home, taking care of the children
 
  • 1. Rosendaël, little city from north-France
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Now you don't know me

You got lost from your cosy corner of birth
going after a dream of far away places,
without thinking that there remained
all the ones who loved you
and me, with my inconsistency.
Agony of living without you
or dying on a road,
I left leaving behind
the curse upon us both,
and this is the way you pay me.
 
Now you don't know me,
I was erased by your ingratitude,
even if you leave my soul broken
you will never be able to forget
all that of our youth.
Some day you will cry
for all the pain you give me,
I looked for you without rest,
for love, nothing else,
and now, you don't know me.
 
One doesn't play with a heart
the way you do with me,
don't make that reticent face,
to look for you was my mistake,
and to find you, my punishment.
I don't know how you can feign
that surprise in my presence,
me, who was dreaming this occassion,
I saw you pass, I herd you laugh,
and my illusion turned into pieces.
 
Now you don't know me,
I was erased by your ingratitude,
even if you leave my soul broken
you will never be able to forget
all that of our youth.
Some day you will cry
for all the pain you give me,
I looked for you without rest,
for love, nothing else,
and now, you don't know me.
 
I looked for you without rest,
for love, nothing else,
and now, you don't know me.
 
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Flying Eagle

Ah! May I be a flying eagle
Flapping wings
Soaring in the sky
No matter at sunny day
Or at dark night
Never getting lost
I want to fly through the highest mountain
And the largest grassland
As well as oceans and forests
To see the gorgeousness
And joy of the world
Bring my love
To the world's every corner
 
AH...
 
Wish you were an eagle
Flying with me
Soaring in the sky
No matter it's windy
Or stormy
Staying by my side
With me, fly through the highest mountain
And the largest grassland
As well as oceans and forests
To see the wonders
And warmth of the world
Bring my love
To the world's every corner
 
AH...
 

Ballerina

My inspiration and all my rhymes,
every verse is a little bit yours;
all the madness, everything that never fades.
I breathe you in again tonight.
 
The smell of lavender, salt is between our fingers;
between the peaks of sheets there's you.
Your touches wait in line,
everything really is as it should be.
 
Put on your red skirt again, the same one you once did,
be my ballerina, like on that night all those years ago.
Let your heels the color of wine carry you to me;
the first of September, a love from school, under that birch of ours.
 
The city knows you have returned
your step to the streets.
As though you've melted vanilla,
you lifted pirouettes to the air.
 
The smell of lavender, salt is between our fingers;
between the peaks of sheets there's you.
Your touches wait in line,
everything really is as it should be.
 
Put on your red skirt again, the same one you once did,
be my ballerina, like on that night all those years ago.
Let your heels the color of wine carry you to me;
the first of September, a love from school, under that birch of ours.
 
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(equirhythmic, rhyming)

Steamboat Pushed Onshore...

Steamboat pushed onshore. Disaster!
Captain yells: Full steam ahead!
How is such dick head entrusted
With the steamboat? What a dread!
 
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