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Beware the Dancing Spy

Lyrics :
Naked darkness, you want to top
My scarlet lips sure won’t say stop
My soul drowns in your fragrance
Your burning gaze puts me in trance.

I look clumsy in my flip-flops
You suck my dreams like lollipops
Lady, we’re going to dance
Be sure it’s sex, not romance.

Chorus :
I’m your mount, your wild mare,
Our sweats mixed in the summer air.
I’m your bottom, you’re my top.
I’ll drink your desire to the last drop.

You’re so sexy in your high heels
A dominant stance that appeals
My mini short is far too tight
But I won’t keep it long tonight

You strip-me and start to tease
I surrender, begging for ease
Your tongue slither in my ear
As I sparkle like a cold beer.

Chorus :
I’m your pony, ride me bareback,
Our pleasure is well on track.
I’m your bottom, you’re my top.
Be sure to bring your riding crop.

I’ll yield to you, but make it sweet
Your devilish smile is my defeat
When our warm bodies collide
I’m soaking wet, no need to hide.

You’re the top. I’m on the ground
So horny, we’re upside down.
My pussy’s ticking like a clock.
Turn me inside out like a sock

Chorus :
I’m your mount, your wild mare,
Our sweats mixed in the summer air.
I’m your bottom, you’re my top.
I’ll drink your desire to the last drop.

Chorus :
I’m your pony, ride me bareback,
Our pleasure is well on track.
I’m your bottom, you’re my top.
Be sure to bring your riding crop.

Top & Bottom

Mother's Little Helper

Slow Crash

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

Touchdown in Palma,

Sara

Lilac in the Desert

[Verse 1]
This age has melted me down
but left my breath behind—
youth did not kill me
yet its death stayed inside

Lilac I drifted far
shadow on a page of sky—
if love had its time
why did it wait to arrive

[Pre-Chorus]
I carried sparks in the soil
cried to the heavens above—
Every wound in my palm
was a prayer was a love

[Chorus]
Lilac in the desert
calling out my name—
restless urge of rivers
pulling through the flames

I was young unbroken
yet broken just the same
Lilac in the desert
you led me where I came

[Verse 2]
I would not speak too soon
my tongue rusted with grief—
the chance of mistakes
the inheritance of belief
Adam's fate was in me
trembling body set alight
thousands of sparks
plunged deep into the night

[Pre-Chorus]
I drank the cloud's essence
without breaking its skin—
Sweat and questions poured
where has it carried man in

[Chorus]
Lilac in the desert
calling out my name—
restless urge of rivers
pulling through the flames

I was young unbroken
yet broken just the same
Lilac in the desert
you led me where I came

[Bridge]
There is a fountain soiled and scarred
my reflection in my hand
I said 'it doesn't matter'
yet I was searching for a stand

The city's fire still burning
its wound still speaks in me
I walked on face bent forward
toward a summer I can't see

[Final Chorus]
Lilac in the desert
calling out my name—
restless urge of rivers
pulling through the flames

I was young unbroken
yet broken just the same
Lilac in the desert
I walk and still I came

[Outro]
Lilac oh lilac
I walk on

Lilac in the Desert

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Title: The Key to the End
Album: Paradoxical Equilibrium
Number: 6
Artist: Mike Fitzgibbon

The Key to the End

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