Et maintenant changeons d’Amérique avec trois chansons de mon alien favori au style inimitable « grogné- hurlé », j’ai nommé Tom Waits.


Hold On (Tiens bon !) de Tom Waits

Hold On (Tiens bon !)
Tom Waits

They hung a sign up in our town
« if you live it up, you won’t
live it down »
So, she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said don’t look back just
Come on Jim

Oh you got to
Hold on, Hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
You gotta hold on

Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don’t meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes there’s nothin left to do

Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here, you got to
Just hold on.

Well, God bless your crooked little heart St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me

Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
You burn your mansion to the ground
When there’s nothing left to keep you here, when
You’re falling behind in this
Big blue world

Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
You got to hold on

Down by the Riverside motel,
It’s 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes
And started swaying
But it’s so hard to dance that way
When it’s cold and there’s no music
Well your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head there’s a record
That’s playing, a song called

Hold on, hold on
You really got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
And just hold on

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Hope I don’t fall in love with you (Souhaite que je ne tombe pas amoureux de toi…)

Hope I don’t fall in love with you

Well, I hope that I don’t fall in love with you
‘Cause falling in love just makes me blue
Well, the music plays and you display
Your heart for me to see
I had a beer and now I hear you
Calling out for me
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you

Well, the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well, if you sit down with this old clown
Take that frown and break it
Before the evening’s gone away
I think that we could make it
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you

Well, the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don’t understand
Well, I turn around to look at you
You light a cigarette
I wish I had the guts to bum one
But we’ve never met
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you

I can see that you are lonesome just like me
And it being late, you’d like some some company
Well, I turn around to look at you
And you look back at me
The guy you’re with he’s up and split
The chair next to you’s free
And I hope that you don’t fall in love with me

Now it’s closing time, the music’s fading out
Last call for drinks, I’ll have another stout
Well, I turn around to look at you
You’re nowhere to be found
I search the place for your lost face
Guess I’ll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you

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Ruby’s Arms

Ruby’s Arms

I will leave behind all of my clothes
I wore when I was with you
All I need’s my railroad boots
And my leather jacket

As I say goodbye to Ruby’s arms
Although my heart is breaking
I will steal away out through your
Blinds for soon you will be waking

The morning light has washed your face
And everything is turning blue now
Hold on to your pillow case
There’s nothing I can do now

As I say goodbye to Ruby’s arms
You’ll find another soldier
And I swear to God by Christmas time
There’ll be someone else to hold you

The only thing I’m taking is
The scarf off of your clothesline
I’ll hurry past your chest of drawers
And your broken window chimes

As I say goodbye
I’ll say goodbye
Say goodbye…

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