Ça, ça me rappelle de sales bons souvenirs.
Mes pieds me démangent, cest temps-ci.
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'What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music? '
Nick Hornby
'Baby this town rips the bones from your back/ Its a death trap, its a suicide rap/ We gotta get out while were young/ 'cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run' Bruce Springsteen
'I thought of that old joke, y'know, the, this... this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "Doc, uh, my brother's crazy; he thinks he's a chicken." And, uh, the doctor says, "Well, why don't you turn him in?" The guy says, "I would, but I need the eggs." Well, I guess that's pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y'know, they're totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and... but, uh, I guess we keep goin' through it because, uh, most of us... need the eggs' Woody Allen
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