A quelques semaines près,

ça va faire maintenant 10 ans que j'écoute les Geraldine Fibbers.
(oui je suis une vieille, vieille ado.)

Ce groupe est comme un bijou qu'on veut garder pour soi, et on est très content que peu de gens connaissent.

groupe qui n'existe plus, même si Carla fait son chemin. Je lui ai écrit un jour et elle m'a répondu et tout, je l'aime. C'est mon héroïne à moi.

Trashman in Furs

Lay down Rosey.
It's the blue and the orange time,
a water and a twist of lime.

I had so much to tell you.
I raced through the sky
to touch you for the last time.
So much to tell you.
I raced through the sky,
to whisper a message into your morphine drip.

Not a dark boy
a sparkle and a mark boy
making cake out of trashcan afterthoughts.
Death is a spinster,
mortally whacking the funny boys
'til they're not laughing anymore.

I had so much to tell you.
I raced through the sky
to touch you for the last time.
So much to tell you.
I raced through the sky,
to whisper a message into your morphine drip.

Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry
I'm havin' fun drivin'
I'm ridin' ridin' ridin'
to a place with no pain
no tears no art
no ears no cars
no need for you to cry for me
don't cry for me
they're here for me
no need for you to cry.