80 % du temps, quand on parle, on parle de ce que font les autres tant ce qu'on fait est insignifiant.

Sinon, pour tous les bipolaires de la planète, les cyclothymiques patentés, ou simplement les déprimés définitivement bloqués sur "moins", j'ai ça en stock. Trois belles chansons aussi. Vous me direz : ça rend presque heureux les chansons, non ? Et le chant des oiseaux, hein, c'est pas mal ? Ouais, ouais, d'accord, mais faut pas pousser non plus, tout le monde ne s'appelle pas Saint-François d'Assises ou Marcel Amont.
Traffic et son bizarrement titré "Feelin' allright".

Seems I've got to have a change of scene
Cause every night I have the strangest dream
Imprisoned by the way it couldn't be
Left here on my own or so it seems
I've got to leave before I start to scream
But someone's locked the door and took the key

Ya feelin' alright?
I'm not feelin' too good myself
Well, ya feelin' Alright?
I'm not feelin' too good myself

Well boy you sure took me for one big ride
And even now I sit and wonder why
That when I think of you I start to cry
I just can't waste my time I must keep dry
Got to stop believin' in all your lies
Cause there's too much to do before I die

Ya feelin' alright?
I'm not feelin' too good myself
Well, ya feelin' alright?
I'm not feelin' too good myself

Don't get too lost in all I say
Like the time I really felt that way
But that was then and now it's today
Can't get off yet and so I'm here to stay
Till' someone comes along and takes my place
With a different name, yes, and a different face

Ya Feelin' alright?
I'm not feelin' too good myself
Well, ya feelin' alright?
I'm not feelin' too good myself

Paul Weller et son "Changing man"


Is happiness real?
Or am I so jaded
I can't see or feel - like a man been tainted
Numbed by the effect - aware of the muse
Too in touch with myself - I light the fuse

I'm the changingman - built on shifting sands
I'm the changingman - waiting for the bang-
As I light a bitter fuse

Time is on loan - only ours to borrow
What I can't be today - I can be tomorrow

And the more I see - the more I know
The more I know - the less I understand.

I'm the changingman - built on shifting sands
I'm the changingman - waiting for the bang-
To light a bitter fuse

It's a bigger part -
When our instincts act
A shot in the dark -
A movement in black

And the more I see - the more I know
The more I know - the less I understand.

I'm the changingman - built on shifting sands
(I don't have a plan)
I'm the changingman - waiting for the bang-
To light a bitter fuse

Blur : "This is a low" ou comment vivre avec une dépression avoisinant les 950 hectopascals ?

And into the sea goes pretty England and me
Around the Bay of Biscay and back for tea
Hit traffic on the dogger bank
Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
Sail on by with the tide and go asleep
And the radio says

[Chorus]
THIS IS A LOW
BUT IT WON'T HURT YOU
WHEN YOU ARE ALONE IT WILL BE THERE WITH YOU
FINDING WAYS TO STAY SOLO

On the Tyne forth and Cramity
There's a low in the high forties
And Saturday's locked away on the pier
Not fast enough dear
On the Malin head, Blackpool looks blue and red
And the Queen, she's gone round the bend
Jumped off Land's End
And the radio says

[Chorus x 3]