[Verse 1]
You left your coat on the chair
Keys still hang, but you're not there
Your name's still in my phone
But I don’t pick up when I'm alone

You were smoke in my chest
Now you're just a little less
I used to wait for your sound
Now I don't look around

[Chorus]
You don’t live here anymore
Not in my bed, not at my door
Not in the cracks of the kitchen floor
You don’t live here anymore
No more steps on the second stair
No more shirt that you used to wear
No more waiting like before
You don’t live here anymore

[Verse 2]
Your cup’s still in the sink
But I don’t stop to think
You were fire in disguise
Now just ashes in my eyes

I don’t rewind your voice
I’ve learned I have a choice
You were thunder in my room
Now I sleep right through

[Chorus]
You don’t live here anymore
Not in my bed, not at my door
Not in the dust, not in the drawer
You don’t live here anymore
No more notes on the bathroom glass
No more hoping that you'd come back
I don’t knock like I did before
You don’t live here anymore

[Bridge]
Ooh, I changed the locks
Ooh, I lost the map
Ooh, you were just a ghost
I finally let collapse

[Final Chorus]
You don’t live here anymore
Not in the light, not in the war
Not in my dreams like before
You don’t live here anymore
You don’t live here anymore
You don’t live here…

You don't live here anymore

Résumé de l’album Les Lois de la Nature
Un album libertin en 13 chansons qui retrace, pas à pas, le cheminement de la pensée libre à travers les philosophes, les salons secrets, la critique des lois, la célébration des plaisirs, jusqu’à l’hymne final à la nature. De Cyrano à Épicure, de Montaigne aux libres penseurs, chaque chanson dévoile une étape : le doute, la provocation, la sensualité, l’égalité, la révolte contre les dogmes, pour finir dans la lumière d’une liberté universelle. Une fresque moderne, élégante et chaloupée, dans l’esprit des bars feutrés et de l’Art Déco, où la philosophie et le désir s’unissent en musique.

13. Le dernier toast

Should Know Better
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

Out on the street, my child was beat
By a man, in uniform
By a man, who should know better
By a man, who should protect her

[instrumental]

It is time to hunker down
Lay our bodies on the ground
A futile stand against the end
Tanks are coming round the bend

Shooting children on the run
Shot by men who shoot for fun
Shot by those who live the lie
We are vermin in their eyes

Our own sons will gun us down
Grind our bodies in the ground
They will do what they believe
But the why I can't conceive

[chorus]
Out on the street, my child was beat
By a man, in uniform
By a man, who should know better
By a man, who should protect her

[instrumental]

It has come to indecision
To the rule by those unable
The rule by those without a vision
Wanting all that's on the table

Those of us who disagree
Never could make up our minds
Spent our strength on empty lines
And have lost all of our time

Now here we are on our last stand
All choices taken from our hands
Here we stand, we did not try
Our final choice, 
just one, 
to die

[chorus]
Out on the street, my child was beat
By a man, in uniform
By a man, who should know better
By a man, who should protect her

[instrumental]

Now here we are on our last stand
All choices taken from our hands
Here we stand, we did not try
Our final choice, 
just one,
to die

It is the end
My only friend, the end

It is the end

[outro]


Should Know Better

I write the lyrics; Mr. Alfonso Suno composes the music.  Working with the lovely Ms. Ai Ongaku, they create the arrangements.  Ms. Ongaku and her crowd are responsible for the performances.  My part in creating these tracks is very small. Nonetheless, I am to blame.  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

Should Know Better

I and Ai

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