Dead city - Partage et Divers

Dear friend of mine I'm writing this letter to you

I've wasted all my time to tell you how it's true

I'm dead, I'm murded

I watch the people talk around me

I'm stucked to the floor

as they fly on and on

I'm tired and dead with telling me

you're not really gone

Dear body of mine I could have been you

You're just all my mind, it's hard to find something new

the street too sad I'll be lying down

with no answer back

smoking without any caring

is all it's cracked up to be

Dead is this city, dead is this city, dead is this city, no future for me

nothing left to hope, nothing else to drop

No blood inside of me

dead is this city

My head on the ground I can hear no sound

lying on the floor

wrapped all in discord

Life has gone with me, life had a gun on me

dead is this city, that's how it's gonna be

dear friend of mine, trying to write this letter to you

already rippen trice, if only I knew

how you do now, all my fears to hope you'll become

the ideal you've always wanted to be

you couldn't stay in this closed pensionary

chorus

Dear friend of mine, I will write this letter to you

the more I talk the less it seems you are there

but once you know you've got to forget, you've got to react

a whole life, neurotic, neurosis, new roses not for you

no you can do without, eradicate

dead is this city …

JB - chanson en mi mineur, écrite à l'automne 1990

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