Saturday, June 29, 2019
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
Je me suis fait tout petit
-Georges BrassensI laid low
I had never dropped my hat
In front of anybody
Now I crawl and I sit up and beg
When she calls
I was a bad dog and she makes me eat
in the palm of her hand
I had wolf fangs, I traded them
For toothypeg !
I laid low in front of a doll
That closes her eyes when you put her to bed
I laid low in front of a doll
That says mama when you touch her
I was hard boiled, she converted me
The smarty
And I fell all steamy, all roasted
Against her mouth
That have baby teeth when she smiles
When she sings
And wolf fangs, when she's a fury
She is mean
I laid low...
I live under her rule, I keep a low profile
Under her influence
Even if she is jealous beyond imagination
And even worse
A pretty periwinkle That I reckoned
Was prettier than her
A pretty periwinkle one day died
Beaten by an umbrella.
I laid low...
All the sleepwalkers, all the wizards told me
Without malice
That in her arms as a cross, I will suffer my
Last ordeal
There is worse, there is better (fate)
But all considered
To be hanged here, to be hanged elsewhere
If you need to be hanged.
I laid low in front of a doll
That closes her eyes when you put he to bed
I laid low in front of a doll
That says mama when you touch her
Saturday, June 8, 2019
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