The Lucky Man

Always a hand on his gun
He wakes with the sun
Put his dusty boots on
He’s ready for the run
He’s not the kind of guy
Who think ‘bout the calaboose,
The Lucky Man is fearless
He’s got nothing to lose

He’s walking on the railroad
The train on his track
As engineer sees Lucky Man
He’s got a heart attack
Kill a man at sunrise
And rob a bank at noon
Everyone’s a goner
When Lucky’s on the mood

Now trust me baby, listen honey
How far this story goes
When posters of his face
‘d been tacked on the walls
When a thousand dollars reward
‘d been put over his head
The Lucky Man freaked out
And peed on sheriff’s bed

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Borderline Town

Everything’s always the same in this small old town
People in the bars smoking, drinking and talking
Standing there waiting for the next gossip in a row
Like if it was the last bell to ring

There’s no need to be in Mexico
To find plenty of corruption
Doesn’t have to be Jim Crow
To judge on presumption

The river flows downtown there you can get a walk
On these dirty banks where misery’s hiding
Don’t be afraid stranger they’re only country gawks
All their life being misguided

There’s no need to be in Mexico
To find plenty of corruption
Doesn’t have to be Jim Crow
To judge on presumption

In this town …

This town on the border
This town on the border of

Ghost town where desertion becomes haunting
Where empty showcases is a new standard
Everything around collapses and future is daunting
Poverty crawling down the streets like a cancer

There’s no need to be in Mexico
To find plenty of corruption
Doesn’t have to be Jim Crow
To judge on presumption

In this town …

This town on the border
This town on the border of
The border of 3 countries

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Charlotte Will Marry Me

Staring at these gray secondhand eyes
In the dirty antique mirror behind the bar
Rows of tinkling bottles complies
With every single line of my avatar
Scents of girls standing next
Make me visualise her face again
It’s like I’ve been hexed
Feel so lonely in this pigpen

No matter who I am
No matter what I am

Charlotte will marry me
Ain't no other way it can be
Charlotte will marry me
As it's meant to be

Staring at the posters all over my wall
She's there giving me her suggestive look
Every time she does I have a ball
So many draw of her in my sketchbook
Posing for me from the magazines
Talking to me through the interviews
A gesture for me in all her scenes
In every move some love transfuses

No matter who I am
No matter what I am

Charlotte will marry me
Ain't no other way it can be
Charlotte will marry me
As it's meant to be

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Bleu Existenciel

Les gouttes perlent et glissent le long de mon jean
Rebondissent et clapotent sur les bords du Stetson
Leur danse insouciante humecte mon échine
Le spleen, l’impatience, les angoisses m’abandonnent
De minuscules gerbes jaillissent de mes semelles
Léopardant le cuir brun des chaussures
Ma jaquette perce laissant tremper la flanelle
La chemise imbibée jusqu’à l’encolure

Une promenade pluvieuse
Une flânerie ensorceleuse

Sous la pluie
Sous la pluie
Sourire est inévitable
Sous la pluie
Sous la pluie
Optimisme inoxydable

Les muqueuses irritées par tant de sécheresse
Enfin retrouvent leur humide nature
Respirer redevient source d’ivresse
Je m’enivres de ma désinvolture
Réapparue parmi les trombes d’eau
Ton élégance et ta grâce en cadeau
Tout mon être s’inonde d’allégresse
L’âme enchantée par ces éclaboussures

Une promenade pluvieuse
Une flânerie ensorceleuse

Sous la pluie
Sous la pluie
Sourire est inévitable
Sous la pluie
Sous la pluie
Optimisme inoxydable

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The Old Man Is Gone

The old man is gone
He will not tell stories
From his past no more
The old man is gone
Leaving old memories
And his woman sore

He always knew how to
Grow a smile on your face
He always knew how to
Let you live on your pace

The old man is gone
He will not tell stories
From his past no more
The old man is gone
Leaving old memories
And his woman sore

He always knew how to
Leave when you needed space
He always knew how to
Live his life with grace

The old man is gone
He will not tell stories
From his past no more

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Abigaëlle Flaherty

Les tumbleweed traversent la main street
Tandis que sifflent les vents d’ouest
La poussière tout autour gravite
Sur le porche du saloon pas un geste
Angoisse paralysante

Rien qu’une idée en tête
S’enfuir plutôt que mourir
Décéder dans la tempête
Produire le dernier soupir

Un haut de forme roule sa bosse et s’envole
Le chauve qu’il abritait s’inonde de sueur
La chemise au dessous n’est plus qu’auréoles
Ce lourdaud badaud déguerpi avec ardeur
Insécurité latente

Rien qu’une idée en tête
S’enfuir plutôt que mourir
Décéder dans la tempête
Produire le dernier soupir

Les visions se troublent et se voilent
Les estomacs s’acidifient et refluent
Les peaux frémissent et dressent le poil
Les cœurs s’emballent et le sang afflue
Couardise jaillissante

Rien qu’une idée en tête
S’enfuir plutôt que mourir
Décéder dans la tempête
Produire le dernier soupir

Comme tous les premier samedi
Aux 12 coups de midi
Un chariot à l’horizon
Abigaëlle Flaherty et sa cargaison

Indigestion foudroyante

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Music City Trip

I was walking down the main street
Don’t know where I was heading
In Music City you have to follow the beat
Who knows how your evening's going
Bodies turn around all so neat
Tempting, so tempting

Mick was singing Hot Stuff
Can't get enough
Natural born dancer
Life enhancer

My spirit and my mind are drifting away
Moving booty on the dance floor
70's hits airing by the DJ
Reviving memories I can't ignore
Dazzled by shaking bustier
Tempting, so tempting

Mick was singing Hot Stuff
Can't get enough
Natural born dancer
Life enhancer

This music city keeps me alive
For good or evil I feel alive

Move your booty on the dancefloor

This music city keeps me alive
For good or evil I feel alive

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Saguaro Cactus

Let me live under the shadow of that Saguaro Cactus
Where nobody’s ever showing I can be the lazy guy I am

Well I fall asleep
In a blink of an eye
My slumber is so deep
Time is flying by

Let me be there in the sand dreaming bout my favorite actress
Watching her coming on hand in her 40's backless dress

And I can hear softly
A song by Hank Williams
Played by mariachi
When I take her in my arms

It’s not just a dream
It’s a story we share
While dancing on the theme
Of this love affair

And I can hear softly
A song by Hank Williams
Played by mariachi
When I take her in my arms

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Pas Mon Ame

Criii de la porte
Clink des éperons
Choc de cohorte
Clack des talons

Pas à pas
Plus un bruit
Crains trépas
Peur d’autrui

Miroir et bar
Glaviot goulot
Odeur vapeur
Affaire poker


Mais tout au fond là-bas
Il y a toi
Dansante, souriante
Chantante, luxuriante


Et tu me dis ..

Tu peux tout avoir
Mes épaules ou mes jambes
Tu peux tout avoir
Mes seins mon entrejambe
Oui, tu peux tout avoir


Poussière poudrière
Tension aliénation
Cacochyme anonyme
Velours anoploure

Seul à seul
Trop d’envie
Pas bégueule
Ravi eau-de-vie

Au galop
Pas de répit
Comme Buffalo
J’ai la pépie


Et tout au fond là-bas
Il y a toi
Indécente, frémissante
Effervescente, étourdissante


Et tu me dis ..

Tu peux tout avoir
Mon cou et mon corps
Tu peux tout avoir
Mon cœur c’est d’accord
Oui, tu peux tout avoir


Mais t’auras pas mon âme
Là où se jouent les gammes
Non t’auras pas mon âme
Où les notes s’amalgament

Mon âme est à la musique
Mon âme est musique

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Staring At Sedona's Ridge

She wrote many successful songs
Sold huge amount of records
Many times n°1 billboards
Won plenty of awards
With these 3 simple chords

She's exactly where she belongs
Her thin fingers on the fretboard
Grinding a rhythm on a washboard
On stage feeling adored
Til the next encore

She builds her own village
A small place out of the world
She reinvents herself as a cowgirl
Staring at Sedona's ridge

For a public woman showing off is a duty
On TV set, radio broadcast, on the web
She can't escape she's a celeb
Even on her deathbed
She will get no rest

She builds her own village
A small place out of the world
She reinvents herself as a cowgirl
Staring at Sedona's ridge

So now on her own
In a secret free zone

She builds her own village
A small place out of the world
She reinvents herself as a cowgirl
Staring at Sedona's ridge

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The Strangest One

There is a place on the wall
Where every con carves his mark
The last who did is an oddball
Drawing strange pieces of weird art
When you hear the bell rings
He walks alone in the yard

Everybody tries to get it
Everybody tries to understand

They call him the stranger
Strangest man in there
They call him the stranger
He gives them a scare

At night in his cell staring at stars
From the upper bulk where he's laying
He finds a purpose in quasars
Start mumbling like he's relaying
Information from high up above
Equation from the outer space

Nobody knows why he’s here
Nobody knows what he stands for

They call him the stranger
Strangest man in there
They call him the stranger
He gives them a scare

A different man in this bad old world
Frighten everyone like if they were schoolgirls

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