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Paroles: Ward & Dewar


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A savoir

Sam Peckinpah était un scénariste et réalisateur américain, décédé en 1984. Il a réalisé 14 films entre 1961 et 1983 dont La Horde Sauvage, Croix de Guerre et Apportez moi la tête d’Alfredo Garcia. Ses films sont caractérisés par les scène d’une rare violence (pour l’époque) et l’utilisation du ralenti lors de ces scènes.

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This road on
On which the planes
The planes they drive
They drive the planes the
The fast move
The bullets blast
I wish they wouldn’t
I wish they wouldn’t

I wish planes
Would drive on the
Drive on the road
And I wish bullets would
Wouldn’t move so
Wouldn’t move so fast
Jesus I thought I’d had a
I’d had a

I could talk about guts but that’s a whole nother letter
It’s for one member’s member to express it better
Felt a little bit jack-knifed since I was a puber
So I’m swinging on a pick-axe trying to make it gooder

So someone
So someone’s been
Been fucking with
The feeling get
The food chain
The view from here
From up here up here up here

I get the feel
The feeling get
I get it with
Been fucking with
The chain the food
The food the view
I’m trying I’m trying

I’ve got some funny ideas about what makes great art
My vegetarian friends all think they’re pretty smart
I know it’s noxious but can I have my money back?
It’s just I need it now

Sam Sam Sam know you’re trying all you can
Kicking up the blast and blam for your gun-shocked baby

And so they thought
Creating the
Creating sounds
The future the
The future
It sounds they were
They in a sense
In a sense they were

They thought they were
The sounds they were
The sounds of the
They thought they were
It sounds like
And in a sense
And in a sense and in
A sense they were

Why procrastinate now when I could do it later?
All this soundbiting it’s a map of space it’s such an
Episode bore it’s a bag of peaches in some
Lardball’s breeches
(Cue some girly screeching)

Sam Sam Sam know you’re trying all you can
Kicking up the blast and blam for your gun-shocked baby