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mercredi, 04 octobre 2017


Tom Petty est mort, beaucoup de choses se meurent mais la musique restera et notre âme avec, en tout cas la mienne.

When I'm all alone on my own by my lonesome And there ain’t a single ‘nother soul around I wanna dig into my guitar bend a blues riff that hangs Over everything When I'm by myself and it’s daytime cuz down-under Or wherever it is I live when it's evening You know I speed-read the morning news and come up with my own little song also ...too When I step outside to a beautiful morning Where the trees are all waggin’, my hair-flag waving The scenery ragin’, my life/love cascading, and the smog hangs Over everything When I'm outside in a real good mood You could almost forget bout all the other things Like a big old ominous cloud in my periphery Don’t wanna talk about it Simultaneous I shout it When I was young I liked to hear music blarin' And I wasnt carin to neuter my jams with earplugs But these days I inhabitate a high-pitched ring over things So these days I plug em up When I'm strugglin with my songs I do the same thing too And then I crunch em up in headphones, cause why wouldnt you? You could say I hear you on several levels at high decibels Over everything When I'm all alone on my own by myself And there and another single one around I wanna dig into my guitar, bend a blues riff that hangs... Over everything