Jean-Jacques Goldman
I understood all the words, I well understood, thanks
Reasonable and new, that's the way here
Things have changed, that flowers get fade
That the time before, was the time before
If all zap and tire, loves also go by
You must know
I'll go get your heart if you take it somewhere else
Even if in your dances others dance your hours
I'll go get your soul in the colds in the flammes
I'll cast a spell on you for you to still love me
Shouldn't begin tease me touch me
Shouldn't give so much I don't know how to play
They say that today, they say others do so
I'm not the others
Before we attach to the other, before we spoil each other
I want you to know
I'll go get your heart if you take it somewhere else
Even if in your dances others dance your hours
I'll go get your soul in the colds in the flammes
I'll cast a spell on you for you to to still love me
I'll find languages to sing your praises
I'll make my luggages for infinite vintages
Magic spells from African priests
I'll say them without remorse for you to still love me
I'll name myself queen for you to hold me
I'll make myself new to let the fire restart
I'll become these others who give you pleasure
Your games will be ours if that's your wish
More brilliant more beautiful for another spark
I'll change myself into gold for you to still love me
Jean-Jacques Goldman
It happens to you without a warning
In the middle on a colourless hour
A gesture, a smell, a look
Which like tear off your decor
Suddenly your heart who almost forgot you
Is showing itself at your door and restart to knock
Attention, the ballet is about to begin
You don't know what's happening to you
You first thing to an error
You avoid her and she guesses you
Between pleasure and pain
You hear yourself tell her empty phrases
Whatever the words have no more importance
Because the ballet has begun
She's at her best and put honey on her voice
You you make yourself velvet and your jewelry is shining on you
She tells you poetry and dreams of far away trips
You answer Florence, painting, perfect images
Ladies and knights, step ahead
One look at her back, her hips when the galant go away
A look when she bends over and let show a breast
She already knows his hands, the outline of his lips
The curve of his back that she noted gently
Because the ballet will animate itself
He known the codes and gave the right passwords
A little more alcohol and cuirasses to fall
Body keys delivered finally the skins kiss
And the time stops while grace last
Because the ballet is almost over
And the real live will begin
Yeah - the real life -
Jean-Jacques Goldman
It's like a machine at full power
A locomotive charging without end
Hits shakes, I'm not getting used to
Who's driving, who's pushing this train, who knows where it goes
I have a headache, I have a heartache
Please make it stop, call me the ticket inspector
I want they explain to me, I want someone
In case of panic, it's written there
Oh, pull the hand brake
And you what are you doing here,
On your sofa, at my side
Don't you see I'm dying, I'm exhausted
I'm out of sap, I won't hold
Look at me, tell me the soft words
These words wispered
Let me get off far away far away of all this
I want, I order, look at me
I need your eyes
It's the mirror where I exist without them
I don't see myself
Everything inhales us, small screens
Must show the worst elsewhere
To accept our nothings
If you don't take care, with the time
You don't care about stations and you never get off
Temples hitting, it takes me again
Or you reasoned yourself or you take medication
But I wanna know, one time only
The end of the story and why, where and how
Who are the good ones and the bad ones
Jean-Jacques Goldman
Divert rivers, carrying weights
Cross oceans, I would know how
Challenging machines, flouting laws
God's wrath, don't afraid me
I know how to accept a hit, give it back also
To punch nails, that I learned
I'm no victim, I'm no dove
And to break me, I have to fall
I know the winters, I know the cold
But life without you, I don't know
I knew the silence for a long time
I know it's violence, it's blood taste
Red angers, dark pains
I know the wars, I'm not afraid of them
I can defend myself, I learned well
We're not tenders by here
I know the winters, I know the cold
But life without you, I don't know
Fight after fight, worst after worst
Each minute, I tought I could hold
I would love to learn day after day
But who orders to our loves?
I know the winters, I know the cold
But life without you, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Jean-Jacques Goldman
A last prayer before obeying
To nature of things and to our fathers
Before leaving
Just another life saved from forgetfulness
Graved well better than with a sword
In Abraham's memory
Long the waiting of the hour
Heavy the sadness in our hearts
But so great our love and faith
And difficult to understand you sometimes
What'll be tomorrow our destins far away
A little of peace of love and of bread
In the middle of your hands
Long the waiting of the hour
Heavy the sadness in our hearts
But so great our love and faith
And difficult to understand you sometimes
Lead our children for the end of the times
Full of more joys than tears
Abraham's memory
Jean-Jacques Goldman
There's so much walls to hold you back
To much unreacheable ladders
In your dreams and in your words
You chosed upside down against sadness
Somewhere where other rainbows
Draw better worlds
Search again
As long as your flame will burn
The dormant paradise
In the secrets of your soul
Search again
Follow your light and your laws
If you can search again harder
And if you ever loose yourself
I'll be there, I'll be there
I want to stay in your history
A small open door
In the corridor where you're running off
Back of your memory's bars
Even where reason stops
I'll hear you without a cry
Go farther search again
As long as your
The dormant paradise
In the secrets of your soul
Search again
Follow your light and your faith
If you can search again harder
And if you ever loose yourself
I'll be there, I'll be there
And the time people still go ahead
If you fall before I'll hold you
And the winds, the years, still running around
Jean-Jacques Goldman
There's no voile to my brother's shutters
There's no opal around my fingers
No cathedral where to hide my prayers
Just a little gold around my voice
I go the routes I go the borders
I smell, I listen, and I learn, I see
Time passes along time zones
I take, I give, had I the choise?
That's my destiny
I go along my route
That's how pass my hours
At my heart beats crazy rhythms
From summer fires I fly to dark winters
Autumn rains to Indian summer
Frozen grounds to dry deserts
I go I come, this world is mine
I live from notes and I live from light
I'm responding to all your cries, your hands
Life's taking me to it's mysteries' hollows
I my tomorrows in your eyes
That's my destiny
I go along my route
That's how pass my hours
At my heart beats high rythms
I go the routes I go the borders
I smell, I listen, and I learn, I see
Time passes along time zones
I take, I give, had I the choise?
I take blues from answering machines signals
I take sadness in airports
I live love at kilometers away
And happiness at my phone
That's my destiny
I go along my route
That's how pass my hours
At my heart beats high rythms
Jean-Jacques Goldman
When walking without any other goal
No past tomorrow broken down
In the cold's nothing of the street
When words no longer exists
When hope forgotten, dissolved
When even alcohols no more make drunk
Remain the scratched phrases
From those phrases we throw before giving away
Lasts will be firsts
In the other reality
We'll be princes of eternity
A bill on the sidewalk
In a newspaper other stories
A sun ray randomly
An abandonned flower
What others leaved by
Not new enough, not enough
When your place is outside
Leaving only these phrases as treasure island
Lasts will be firsts
In the other reality
We'll be princes of eternity
Jean-Jacques Goldman
At home the forests dance
And ceilings scratch the sky
Waters from torrents are violence
And the snows are perpetual
At home wolfes are at our doors
And all children understand them
We hear cries from New York
And boats on the Seine
Ok for your forests your wolfes your skyscrapers
Ok for your torrents your everlasting snows
I live where your eyes shine where your blood flows
Where arms squeeze me
I'll go where you'll go, my country will be you
I'll go where you'll go whatever the place
Whatever the spot
I want coconut palms beaches
And palms under the wind
Sun fire on my face
And the ocean's blue
I want camels mirages
And captivating deserts
Caravans and travels as on brochures
Ok for your coconut palms your beaches
Ok for your lagoons all blue
I live where love is a village
Where someone's waiting for me
I'll go where you'll go, my country will be you
I'll go where you'll go whatever the place
Whatever the spot
Take all you have and your dreams and your life
Your words, your swearwords and your tongue from here
Go away with everything and the air girl
Show me your edens show me your hells
Your north and your south and your west's zests
At home the forests dance
And ceilings scratch the sky
Waters from torrents are violence
And the snows are perpetual
At home wolfes are at our doors
And all children understand them
We hear cries from New York
And boats on the Seine
Whatever I'll go wherever pleases you
I love your desires I love your light
All paysages look like you
When you light them
I'll go where you'll go, my country will be you
I'll go where you'll go whatever the place
Whatever the spot
Jean-Jacques Goldman
And I was listening a long time fountain's water pour
And I was listening the wind sing for ever
Waves of quietude and peace
As far as I remember
Childhood is an immense ocean
And I dreamed long years, long indolence
Where nothing happens but where nothing is forgotten
I was going serene and without knowing
The smallest fire of an absence
That's only when meeting you
That I knew, I understood
I was waiting, I was waiting
I was waiting your look to explain finally
The reason of these goodbyes
To that long road
I was waiting, I was waiting
The country of your body the touch of your hands
My dear compass my north
The meaning to my tomorrows
And I was boarding the adolescent beaches
Doubts, games, and bad flowings
I remember the strokes
Musics and words from France
Past lovers
There's a lot of lives feeded from studies or science
Destinies make from adventures, from records or money
Lives of writting and voyages
Or from puissance dream
I tought about that from time to time
Listening the wind
I was waiting, I was waiting
I was waiting your look to explain finally
The reason of these goodbyes
To that long road
I was waiting, I was waiting I was waiting your love
Your lovely your beautiful love
I was waiting to finally live
By giving at my turn
I was waiting
Jean-Jacques Goldman
Hands pressed to each other, that's easy
Close the eyes, I kind of like it
Knees folded, not impossible
Lower voice a little, «Mmm» why not
But my prayer, it's all mine
I put in it all I love, what I hope
All I believe in
I pray the earth from all my voice
But not the sky, he does not hear me
But not the sky, too high for me
When I wake up I praise the light
The life always, all it's wonders
I pray the roses, I pray the woods
Virtuosos, whatever
I pray the winter when he leaves
The summer, the stars and the sea
And the sun and its shines
And I'm sincere, I pray for all that
But you the sky, you don't hear me
But you the sky, are you there
That's my pagan prayer
My creed my profession of faith
It's my supplication from earth
I put into it all that I hope
And all I believe in
I pray the earth, from all my voice
And you the sky, don't forget me
I pray the men, I pray the kings
To be more of a men, to be less of a king
I pray the eyes, the eyes broken
What the skies, never see
I pray love, and our brains
What we imagine and move ourselves
And without count on up-there
Erudit poet, I pray for you
And you the sky, listen to me
And you the sky, hear my voice
I pray the peace, the unexpected
The «Our Father» have given nothing
And all the men of light
Who are doing war to war
I pray our dreams, I pray our arms
But you the sky, hear my voice
And you the sky, hear our voices
Don't forget us.
Jean-Jacques Goldman
Fly fly little wing
My dear, my dove
Go far away, go serene
Let nothing here hold you back
Rejoin the sky and the ether
Leave us the earth
Leave misery's coat
Change of universe
Fly fly little sister
Fly my angel, my pain
Leave your body and leave us
To finally stop the pain
Go join the other bank
The one of flowers dans laughs
The one you wanted so much
Your child life
Fly fly my love
Because ours is too heavy
Because nothing eases your pain
Fly to your last trip
Leave your hours exhausted
Fly, you haven't steel it
Become a breeze, be dove
To fly yourself away
Fly fly little flame
Fly my angel, my soul
Leave your misery's skin
Go rediscover the light
