Tanqueray et ascétisme

 

Amy Winehouse aprés Jünger, c'est bien, tout est en ordre.

« Les compartiments non fumeurs sont toujours moins garnis que les autres : un ascétisme même inférieur procure de l'espace aux hommes. Lorsque nous vivons en saints, l'infini nous tient compagnie. » (Ernst Jünger, Jardins et routes, 1942)...

Ils ne pouvaient se rencontrer que chez Hoplite, ces deux-là.

I'm no good

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do with him today ?
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You're ten men down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy
He's in the place, but I can't get joy
Thinking of you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet you, chips and bitter
You say we'll marry 'cause you're not bitter
There'll be none of him no more

I cried for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We're like how we were again
I'm in the tub you on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice little carpet burn
My stomach drop yeah and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
You truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good.