Senor, senor, do you know where we’re headin’?
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seems like I been down this way before.
Is there any truth in that, senor?
Senor, senor, let’s disconnect these cables,
Overturn these tables.
This place don’t make sense to me no more.
Can you tell me what we’re waiting for, senor?

Le froid c’est bien quand on peut rester sous la couette bordel.
cette été

there’s something i’ve forgotten here [in life]
and i if find million more things instead
all the while not finding that one thing
i’ve lived in vain

like a child waking at every rising
waiting for a thing unknown to happen
while it never happens
i’m waiting

rediscovering my life
i suppose
is where i have to start

i wanna see her play
i wanna see her touch

i dont know how to explain this to her
maybe i shouldn’t
i don’t want her to think of me as a pervert
how to say this is just because
i’ll miss her
i’ll miss us

i dont want to forget the details
her curves, her voice, her eyes, her hair
i thought we had more time
i always think so

we are getting further and further away
and i dont like it this way
we’ll grow tired of one and other
sooner or later there’ll be a point
where the only thing left to do
is to end it
and that would be it
no more come backs
been there before
but unlike before
i know
i’ll always love her

she was destructive
she broke my back
she broke my throne
but i cant shake the feeling
that she was the best thing that ever happened to me

but
Let us linger here awhile in the foolishness of things.
my only friend