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• Artiste: Marc Seberg
• Titre: Tricks Of Mind
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" There is no whisky in this town, no pub, no club to sit me dowm. " Useless prayers of a bewildered crowd, down by the Gange, I watch them drown. I'm buried in Benares, waiting for the Monsoon. I told you once, but I can tell you twice : for a glass full of Red-eye, I could sell my hide. I won't go to Benares, even if the sun shines. Remember, there is tricks, tricks to fill up a life, like empty words mixed with a bottle of wine, and a girl, a girl just like you. Entangled in a tune, my words are sucked up into their shells. The sound of broken glass reminds me their uselessness. Enslaved souls in their funeral piles, down by the shore, I hear them cry. I can't stay in Benares cause I don't have a dream to realize to realize Remember, there is tricks to fill up a whole long life, like empty words mixed with a handfull of rice, and a girl, a girl just like you. Oh give me a girl just like you, A simple girl all dressed like you, and eyes of blue. I call your name, there is no telephone. I scream myself hoarse, waiting for the Monsoon, and no telephone. Well I call your name hoarse in the sweltering heat. I scream myself hoarse but there is no telephone. (Merci à MJames pour cettes paroles)