Les motos anglaises d'avant 1983

Rory in France

En exclusivité pour les macqueurs, l'hymne officiel du GRT.

Courtney Barnett....

Qu'un pote m'a fait écouter récemment

Mon adolescence (mais on s'en fout)

ça ressemble, on dirait, ç'est presque comme... mais ç'est pas les Beatles boys !!

Sortez couverts !!
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Le week-end dernier

BigSteve on a les mêmes goûts Vu VDGG au moins 10 fois en concert, c'était quelque chose, notamment en Italie !!!!

The killer lives inside me: yes, I can feel him move.
Sometimes he's lightly sleeping
in the quiet of his room,
but then his eyes will rise and stare through mine;
he'll speak my words and slice my mind inside.
Yes the killer lives.
Angels live inside me: I can feel them smile...
Their presence strokes
and soothes the tempest in my mind
and their love can heal the wounds
that I have wrought.
They watch me as I go to fall
- well, I know I shall be caught,
while the angels live.

How can I be free?
How can I get help?
Am I really me?
Am I someone else?

But stalking in my cloisters hang the acolytes
of gloom
and Death's Head throws his cloak into
the corner of my room
and I am doomed...
But laughing in my courtyard play the pranksters
of my youth
and solemn, waiting Old Man
in the gables of the roof:
he tells me truth...

And I too, live inside me and very often
don't know who I am:
I know I'm not a hero, but
I hope that I'll not die.
I'm just a man, and killers, angels,
all are me:
Dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace
as long as Man lives...

I'm just a man, and killers, angels,
all are me:
Dictators, saviours, refugees...