Come on

Come on, learn what you’re taught but

Come on, don’t take it for granted

Come on, don’t trust what you’re told but

Come on, first understand it

Come on, shouldn’t we try not 

To make generalizations?

Oh come on, what does really mean a word

Such as “civilizations”?

Come on, don’t let people make

Comments, think and talk in your place

Come on, if there are claims to stake

And demands—don’t shut up your face

Come on, learn what you’re taught but

Come on, don’t take it for granted

Come on, don’t trust what you’re told but

Come on, first understand it

Come on, come on, ...

I wanna think that this guy did that thing that is bad

But I don’t want to believe that in fact that one was involved

And what about this person who used to drive me mad

And who in fact is the one due to whom a problem was solved?

And for you what is the truth?

Whoa, whoa

Come on...

Lover on the loose

Is it you walking in the street?

’Could be you: she looks so wild, she looks so sweet

I look for you as for a lover on the loose

I think of you and I got the blues

Is it you wandering in the turns of my head?

'Should be you: no one else could have entered instead

I look for you who left my dear soul with a bruise

I dream of you and I got the blues

Shleter in the wind

You’ve got a car like a truck

You’ve got a house more than big enough

But your life’s a shelter in the wind

A brand new fridge—’spits icecubes!—

A nice machine that makes beverages

But your wife’s a prisoner of routine

A TV haunts every room

Mobile at hand, eyes on computer

Thus your children never talk to you

So many friends hanging round

Who want to share all your happiest times

Yet, would they help you if you were in need?

Time

Time is something that never can be crossed

It sticks to you so tightly, so badly

Girl, you know I was born way too early

Don’t fool yourself, don’t lie to me but tell:

Why then were we meant to meet?

Life is something that wouldn’t wait for you

Insane river carrying people along

And there’s no timeless port where I could rest

No isle, no rock, nothing at all

but see:

Time is so cruel

How long since I was at school?

You make me sorry, girl,

I was born way too early

Time, is something that never can be tamed

It presses you so tightly so badly

Girl, you know I was born just too early

Don’t blame yourself, don’t cry for me but tell:

Why then were we meant to meet?

Les acariens (The mites)

Ils s’appellent Pyroglyphus,

D. farinæ voire destructor,

Blomia ou bien Euroglyphus.

Leurs noms sont à coucher dehors.

Pourtant ils dorment dans votre lit,

Et ils partagent votre oreiller,

Vous y font des chatouillis,

Quand ils ne font pas éternuer,

Ou vous empêchent de respirer !

Tous vos acariens, toutes vos acariennes,

Sont d’horribles bestioles vraiment vilaines,

Qui ont du poil aux pattes, une sale tête et pas d’antennes,

Et qui se nourrissent avec de la peau humaine.

Certaines personnes ça les chatouille,

Mais d’autres sont moins bien loties,

Car celles-là, ça les gratouille,

Et  c’est  bien  pire  que  les  orties !

Que faire contre ce fléau-là ?

Pourquoi pas les bons vieux traitements ?

Mais le mieux ne serait-il pas

De se faire désensibiliser ?

Désensibiliser, simplement !

Tous vos acariens, toutes vos acariennes,

Sont d’horribles bestioles vraiment vilaines,

Qui ont du poil aux pattes, une sale tête et pas d’antennes,

Et qui se nourrissent avec de la peau humaine.

Il suffit d’avoir des piqûres,

Et pour ceux qui ne les aiment pas,

Il existe une procédure

Qui peut paraître plus sympa :

Sous la langue on met quelques gouttes

À prendre chaque jour (n’oubliez pas !) ;

C’est très simple, il n’y a pas de doute !

Les petites bêtes n’en reviendront pas !

Non, les petites bêtes n’en reviendront pas !

Tous vos acariens, toutes vos acariennes,

Sont d’horribles bestioles vraiment vilaines,

Qui ont du poil aux pattes, une sale tête et pas d’antennes,

Et qui se nourrissent avec de la peau humaine.

Tous vos acariens, toutes vos acariennes, ...