Translation: Trenet, Charles. La Mer.
La mer Qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs A des reflets d'argent La mer Des reflets changeants Sous la pluie La mer Au ciel d'ete confond Ses
For A Few Dollars More Rich Girl, she buys her dreams It's a rich world behind the scenes Green eyes, they tell it all The more she takes,the harder they
What this world needs is a few more rednecks Some people ain?t afraid to take the stand What this world needs is a little more respect For the Lord and
I could give you pretty clothes show you off downtown Make you so happy all the time And I could be so proud of you brag about the things you do But I
I'd like to actively encourage the toughest man to dance as hard as he can to this, my song. And bring your stupidest friends along. We wrote this song
(Ronnie Bird / Pierre Papadiamadis) Say no more I think you'll never understand I have refused the same demand All my life ! Say no more In my book there
("Clear Thinking in Troubled Times": Winnipeg Free Press, Nov 21st, 1995) "People have the right to the truth. Unvarnished. Even uncomfortable. But never
...And We Thought That Nation-States Were a Bad Idea "Publicly subsidized! Privately profitable!" That's the anthem of the upper-tier (the
They called here to tell me that you're finally dying, through a veil of childish cries. Southern Manitoba prairie's pulling at the pantleg of your bad
Some of my otherwise brilliant and productive friends (like scoundrels and their flags) take final refuge in character assasinations; hey ignore the issue
Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands, All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds. staring at the window as the sunlight demands
At some turning point in history, some fuckface recognized that knowledge tends to democratize cultures and societies so the only thing to do was monopolize
At Harold Edward's Elementary you pay respect to Our God, Our Flag, Our Military. In grade 3 I had a written composition about the global threat of communism
I'd like to actively encourage the toughest man to dance as hard as he can to this, my song And bring your stupidest friends along. We wrote this song
I'm not going to try to tell you that I'm different from all the rest. I've been subject to the same de-structure of desire and I've felt the same effects
Our cities seem to function quite the same: sweeping ghettos under one big rug makes them easier to contain, so the upper-middle class can sleep (or shop
why don't we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next g-7 picnic? it seems easier with every clock tick. but whose will would that
