Avec Blandine, on a écrit une chanson trop géniale de la mort. C'est parti d'un truc tout bidon, pour finalement n'avoir plus rien à voir. Fin bref voilà la petite histoire, et tant qu'à faire les paroles (version finale) de la chanson. Si des fois c'est bizarre c'est parce que c'est pour faire comme Tarja Turunen :D
Paroles de Blandine, musique de moi :)
Des gouttes froides
Don't you know I'm a man
In spite of what you might think
I used to eat apples
But I left right for left
Don't you know I'm a man...
In spite of what you might think
I don't mind what you do
I am free I can love
Wouldn't you like to be free
Free your mind be like me
Can you taste my freedom
Can you be like a woman
Would you say tomorrow
Standing in the middle of the dance
You were alive you never lived
That you juste don't know what you missed
See how much you suffer
If only you could feel it
You lack, lack everything
You're going slightly mad
You're going slightly mad
I used to be a maaaan !
I have eaten apples
Wouldn't you like to be free
Wouldn't you like to be like me
Become a womaaaan !
Trust me I know how it could be
How you could live, just like me.
Can you taste my freedom
Can you be like a woman
Would you say tomorrow
Standing in the middle of the dance
You were alive you never lived
That you juste don't know what you missed
