Parole, paroles

Parole, paroles  

"Et passent les caravanes"  

Les épaules pliées sous le poids de l’enclume,
Je passe mon chemin vers la cité grandiose,
Hors l’asphalte ennemi sous les platanes en plumes,
Enfin se dénudant aux relents de pluviôse…

Là-bas où mes plombiers remplissent tout l’espace,
Câblant des neurones aux ténèbres automnaux,
Remaillant des filets sur moult carapaces,
Et brasant des tuyaux en beaubourgs infernaux…

J’aperçois un grand chien filant des chats d’airains,
Plus fort que mes envies, plus souple que mes doigts.
Je lui crie l’ami vient. Il a l’œil vipérin,
Ne bronche pas d’un poil, et sa queue seule ondoie…

Las ! J’arrive à l’hôtel pour y passer l’hiver,
On me montre ma niche on me dit être chien,
Le taulier n’entend rien quand j’aboie mon calvaire,
J’étais en mon pays bon informaticien…

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Lyrics to Babylon :

Spirit rise to greet the sun
Takes my hand and beats the drum
Tries to make me understand
We are as one in a sea of sand.

I' m praying for rain ,
To see desert flowers again

Underground the children sing
In spite of what the storm may bring
In their hearts a dormant seed
Dreams of life beyond the reeds

In our hearts and minds we see
The hope that springs eternally
Whilst underground the hidden stream
Flows into the man machine

The eagle flies up towards the sun
High above the fields of Babylon
In one claw he holds an olive branch for peace
In the other twelve arrows for his enemies, for his enemies

Sons and daughters of America
You lay down your lives
For the warlords of America
Not for your sake, not for mine


Spirit rise to greet the sun
Takes my hand and beats the drum
Tries to make me understand
We are as one in a sea of sand.

I' m praying for rain ,
To see desert flowers again

Underground the children sing
In spite of what the storm may bring
In their hearts a dormant seed
Dreams of life beyond the reeds

In our hearts and minds we see
The hope that springs eternally
Whilst underground the hidden stream
Flows into the man machine

The eagle flies up towards the sun
High above the fields of Babylon
In one claw he holds an olive branch for peace
In the other twelve arrows for his enemies, for his enemies

Sons and daughters of America
You lay down your lives
For the warlords of America
Not for your sake, not for mine