Lights Out
Musique et texte original : traditionnel cajun
© 1977 by Éditions Marais Bouleur
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Travailler, c'est trop dur, et voler, c'est pas beau,
D'mander la charité, c'est quéqu'chose j'peux pas fair'
Chaque jo
ur que moi j'vis, on m'demande de quoi j'vis
J'dis que j'vis sur l'amour, et j'espère de viv' vieux !
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Et je prends mon vieux ch'val, et j'attrap' ma vieille selle
Et je sell' mon vieux ch'val pour aller chercher ma bell'
Tu connais, c'est loin d'un g
rand bout d'lÃÃ
Numbers
typewriters bang,
everyday it is the same
fact is
these people are going insane
they got sad eyes, no reply
they've been doing this shit all day
and they don't know why
they don't know the way
that's probably why they're going insane
they can't think with all those numbers (times 3)
numbers-
there's too much on the line for numbers-
there's too much emphasis on numbers-
there's too much on the line for numbers-
there's too much emphasis on
go!
machine goes ping, telephone rings
yeah all his life
he's been doing the same thing
got sad eyes, no reply
i've been doing thi shit all day
and i don't know why
they don't know the way
thats probaly why they're going insane
they cna't think with all those numbers (times 3)
numbers
there's too much on the line for numbers
there's too much emphasis on numbers
there's too much on the line for numbers
there's too much emphasis on
go!
stop!