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• Artiste: Roger Waters
• Titre: The Flickering Flame
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When my neurons conspire to direct my thoughts Away from divorce And competitive sports Back to the place Where all rivers run to the sea then I I shall be free I shall be free On a seesaw In a strange land The jackdaw sat On the carindals hand And the fiddlers played And the planners planned What would be On a backseat In a courtroom Molly Malone sat with Leopold bloom 'Till the police came down With a new broom And swept them clean (chorus) Like Geronimo Like Quinn the Eskimo Like the Blackfoot And Like the Arapaho, Like Crazy Horse I'll be the last one To lay down my gun And when the bell sounds for that final round I'll be there On the open road In a bar room A pickup band plays a new tune When the coloured girl sings I feel my heart boom When a new song Strikes the right note When a clearing sky Saves an old boat When an insight Strikes the mote From mine own eye (chorus) Just out of sight Beyond the next range I feel the heat Of a flickering flame On an African plain By a thorn tree My old friend Philippe Is waiting for me Que ce passe se passe Whatever will be WILL be When a friend dies And the tears rise From that deep well That never runs dry And the women break their bracelets And the men take their whisky outside In a petit theatre on the rue St. Denis The red velvet curtain Draws back to reveal The place where the dark side Meets the angel and me The angel in me When my synapses pause In thier quest for applause When my ego lets go Of my end of the bone To focus instead On the love that is precious to me Then I shall be free I shall be free