are we the world?

My friend says I'm too old for you; it's not a crime
To misconstrue the concept of apparent time
I haven't reached my peak with just one problem solved
We both are adolescents, you're just more evolved
And I do idealize you; can you prove me wrong?
Are you really not the girl in every country song?
Are you sure I'm not the boy you never dreamed about?
Will you trust my rush to judgment while the jury's out?
Preserve I've known, defend, but not protect
I've always given love without respect
In this new hierarchy you're on top
Each word starts music only you can stop
If we ever lived together, would you let me on the lease?
We could be the world: no justice, only peace

mansplaining to a madeleine

je goûtai, tout commença à bouger
le vin que nous buvions devint amer
fille! je ne puis plus collaborer!
ne tente pas d'essuyer ma colère

cousine! tu n'as point du tout péché!
la faute est plutôt celle des grand-pères
il faut monter du sous-sol, du fossé
des noces qui feront ouvrir notre ère

release the hounds

you don't know why i would
you might see that i do
i don't know if i could
do anything for you
you didn't even ask
i hope you're doing fine
i can't see any mask
you even took off mine
i can't wait for a kiss
i could wait for a ring
this is already bliss
now you're in everything
and if you love me back
i'll have my heart attack

trampoline

my love is like a red red rose
no white rose can compare
and since our fingers touched my toes
have only touched the air

well pleased

they told you that he made the world
then let us make it shit
then had us kill him not to die
you weren't having it
they said he loves the animals
but lets us kill them too
you said if that's the case you'd have
nothing to eat but you
and if it's such a sin to starve
then let's all go to hell
you thought you weren't beautiful
you thought i couldn't tell
and i can't rest in peace until
i see you pleased and well

daddy come home

I see you, Robert Lowell, that's why I'm afraid to wed
And Emily – way out west – in your ample bed
I see you too, John Keats, your father fell and cracked his head
And Jess – hematoma in Rome – and almost dead
I know you, William Blake, but your Jerusalem's not near
And Sylvia – your "Daddy"? – such a smear
I know you, Peter Campion, you passed me on the hills
If you fall behind – don't follow – too many pills

we might could build jerusalem

d'un train qui roulait sur la manche
je pourrais voir l'autre côté
la côte à la falaise blanche
qui peut me rendre nouveau-né