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Publié par Moicani - L'Odéonie

 

 

 

La mort n'est rien,
je suis seulement passé, dans la pièce à côté.
 
Je suis moi. Vous êtes vous.
Ce que j'étais pour vous, je le suis toujours.
 
Donnez-moi le nom que vous m'avez toujours donné,
parlez-moi comme vous l'avez toujours fait.
N'employez pas un ton différent,
ne prenez pas un air solennel ou triste.
Continuez à rire de ce qui nous faisait rire ensemble.
 
Priez, souriez,
pensez à moi,
priez pour moi.
 
Que mon nom soit prononcé à la maison
comme il l'a toujours été,
sans emphase d'aucune sorte,
sans une trace d'ombre.
 
La vie signifie tout ce qu'elle a toujours été.
Le fil n'est pas coupé.
Pourquoi serais-je hors de vos pensées,
simplement parce que je suis hors de votre vue ?
Je ne suis pas loin, juste de l'autre côté du chemin.
CHARLES PEGUY

 

 

 

I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny feller
The crowd would hoot and holler for more
I wore a drunk's red nose for applause
Oh yes I was a comical priest
"With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece"
Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint
Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar

Chorus:

Now I'm dead [X4]
And I'm going on to meet my reward
I was scared [X4]
He might have never heard God's Comic

So there he was on a water-bed
Drinking a cola of a mystery brand
Reading an airport novelette, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem"
He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my son"
"I've been wading through all this unbelievable
junk and wondering if I should have given
the world to the monkeys"

Chorus

I'm going to take a little trip down Paradise's endless shores
They say that travel broadens the mind, 'til you can't get your head out of doors

I'm sitting here on the top of the world
I hang around in the longest night
Until each beast has gone bed and then I say
"God bless" and turn out the light
While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe and you beg and you promise
And you bargain and you plead
Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus
It's the big white beard I suppose
I'm going up to the pole, where you folks die of cold
I might be gone for a while if you need me

Now I'm dead [X4]
And you're all going on to meet your reward

Are you scared? [X4]
You might have never heard, but God's comic

 

 

 

TINY TIM

 

 

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JOHN LENNON

 

GEORGE HARRISON

When I am dead


When I am dead, my dearest, 
Sing no sad songs for me: 
Plant thou no roses at my head, 
Nor shady cypress tree: 
Be the green grass above me 
With showers and dewdrops wet; 
And if thou wilt, remember, 
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows, 
I shall not feel the rain; 
I shall not hear the nightingale 
Sing on, as if in pain; 
And dreaming through the twilight 
That doth not rise nor set, 
Haply I may remember, 
And haply may forget.

Christina Rossetti

 

 

MARILYN MONROE

 

BRUCE LEE

FRANK ZAPPA

 

JIM  MORRISON

 

 

Simplify me when I'm Dead 

 

Remember me when I am dead

and simplify me when I'm dead.

As the processes of earth 
strip off the colour and the skin 
take the brown hair and blue eye

and leave me simpler than at birth 
when hairless I came howling in 
as the moon came in the cold sky.

Of my skeleton perhaps 
so stripped, a learned man will say

  

'He was of such a type and intelligence,' no more.

Thus when in a year collapse

particular memories, you may 
deduce, from the long pain I bore

the opinions I held, who was my foe 
and what I left, even my appearance 
but incidents will be no guide.

 

Time's wrong-way telescope will show

 
a minute man ten years hence 
and by distance simplified.

Through that lens see if I seem

 

 

substance or nothing: of the world 
deserving mention or charitable oblivion

not by momentary spleen 
or love into decision hurled 
leisurely arrive at an opinion.

 

Remember me when I am dead

and simplify me when I'm dead.

KEITH DOUGLAS

 

 

 

 

ELVIS PRESLEY

JESSIE JAMES

LENNIE BRUCE

 

 


My death waits like an old roué
so confident I'll go his way
whistle to him and the passing time...
My death waits like a bible truth
at the funeral of my youth
weep loud for that -
and the passing time...
My death waits like
a witch at night
as surely as our love is bright
let's not think about the passing time

But whatever lies behind the door
there is nothing much to do...
angel or devil, I don't care
for in front of that door...
there is you.

My death waits like a beggar blind
who sees the world through an unlit mind
throw him a dime
for the passing time...
My death waits there between your thighs
your cool fingers will close my eyes
lets think of that and the passing time
My death waits to allow my friends
a few good times before it ends
so let's drink to that and the passing time

But what ever lies behind the door,
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil I don't care
for in front of that door... there is you

My death waits there among the leaves
in magicians mysterious sleeves
rabbits and dogs and the passing time
my death waits there among the flowers
where the blackest shadow, blackest shadow cowers
let's

 

pick lilacs for the passing time

My death waits there, in a double bed
sails of oblivion at my head
so pull up the sheets
against the passing time

But whatever lies behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil...i dont care
for in front of that door
there is... [audience shout, "Me"]

 

Thank you.


Thelma Todd

 

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JAYNE MANSFIELD

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JUDY GARLAND

EDGAR ALLEN POE

JAMES BROWN

 

 

RITCHIE VALENS

 

 

MARC BOLAN

 

 

KURT COBAIN

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BONNIE PARKER ( BONNIE & CLYDE)

 

LEE HARVEY OSWALD

MAO

JOHN FITZGERALD KENNEDY

 

 

 

CHE GUEVARA

LENINE

EVA PERON

 

ROMY SCHNEIDER

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