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Ex-salarié et narco-syndicaliste, migrant idéologique, amoureux des langues vivantes. Singirankabo !

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Ex-salarié et narco-syndicaliste, migrant idéologique, amoureux des langues vivantes. Singirankabo !

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R.I.P. Lou Reed!

Lou Reed nous a quittés ce jour, âgé de 71 ans. http://next.liberation.fr/musique/2013/10/27/lou-reed-est-mort_942734 Le moment de lui rendre un petit hommage, avec ce classique "Heroin".

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Lou Reed nous a quittés ce jour, âgé de 71 ans. 

http://next.liberation.fr/musique/2013/10/27/lou-reed-est-mort_942734 

Le moment de lui rendre un petit hommage, avec ce classique "Heroin".

Au passage.. si la drogue tue, alors elle tue lentement!

Et ça tombe bien,  on n'est pas pressés!

I don't know just where I'm going 
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can 
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man 
When I put a spike into my vein 
And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same 
When I'm rushing on my run 
And I feel just like Jesus' son 
And I guess that I just don't know 
And I guess that I just don't know 
I have made the big decision 
I'm gonna try to nullify my life 
'Cause when the blood begins to flow 
When it shoots up the dropper's neck 
When I'm closing in on death 
And you can't help me now, you guys 
And a 
You can all go take a walk 
And I guess that I just don't know 
And I guess that I just don't know 
I wish that I was born a thousand years ago 
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas 
On a great big clipper ship 
Going from this land here to that 
In a sailor's suit and cap 
Away from the big city 
Where a man can not be free 
Of all of the evils of this town 
And of himself, and those around 
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know 
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know 
Heroin, be the death of me 
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life 
Because a mainer to my vein 
Leads to a center in my head 
And then I'm better off and dead 
Because when the smack begins to flow 
I really don't care anymore 
About all the Jim-Jim's in this town 
And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds 
And everybody puttin' everybody else down 
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds 
'Cause when the smack begins to flow 
Then I really don't care anymore 
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood 
And that blood is in my head 
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead 
Then thank your God that I'm not aware 
And thank God that I just don't care 
And I guess I just don't know 
And I guess I just don't know

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