Itunes is going nut. The 8th track of each one. The Beastie Boys suivent The English Patient. Pierre Lapointe et Steely Dan se tiennent par les nouilles. Shuggie Otis follows the rythm for that hot black cop fucking this little white boy. Ou est-ce Audrey Hepburn qui n’a rien vu venir ? And then came the one that makes me feel moody. Un rien me remue. Est-ce que ça empire en vieillissant, ‘pa ?
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.My mind’s distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you’re asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.And a song I was writing is left undone
I don’t know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can’t believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.
