Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Un mendiant assis sur un tas d'Or.

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10 comments:

  1. AnonymousAugust 28, 2008 at 8:36 AM

    "Un mendiant assis sur un tas d'Or"...
    Mais c'est moi, ça ; exactement moi !
    Moi qui, les mains tendues et l'âme implorante, quémande de l'amour à tout vent et venant.
    Alors que l'Amour... j'y baigne dedans !
    Comment m'as-tu reconnue, fish-fish ?
    Isabelle

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  2. fishfishAugust 28, 2008 at 9:21 AM

    Oui, bienvenue au club.

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  3. martineAugust 28, 2008 at 10:14 AM

    Merci Isabelle, comme tu dis vrai...
    Bises à tous les deux.

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  4. MadeleineAugust 28, 2008 at 12:15 PM

    " Quand j'étais à la recherche de solutions
    J'ai trouvé que la réponse réside en moi .....
    Sur le sable doré ...
    Venez vous joindre à moi !
    STAND UP ! "

    C'est toi qui écrit les textes Fish-Fish ?
    La musique est géniale. Merci.

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  5. MabesAugust 28, 2008 at 4:31 PM

    eh oui membre du même club...
    merci pour tes messages musicaux de réveil !

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  6. fishfishAugust 28, 2008 at 5:52 PM

    I didnt know when I was lucky
    Discontented feeling bad
    Filled with envy
    For possessions other people had

    I found my pride had always hurt me
    Fought the world to gain control
    Not realising
    I was sitting on a beach of gold

    Oh lord Im a poor man
    With all the riches I can hold
    Im a beggar
    And Im sitting on a beach of gold

    The problems I encountered
    Gave me strength helped me sustain
    To know the pleasure
    First I had to cure the pain

    When I was searching for solutions
    I found the answer lay in me
    Im a drifter
    But Im drifting on a silver sea

    Oh lord Im a poor man
    With all the riches I can hold
    Im a beggar
    And Im sitting on a beach of gold

    I didnt have courage
    My life was as dark as night
    When alone in the darkness
    I saw the brightest light
    Let the light shine down

    Are you out there now on empty
    Feel youve nothing left to give
    Sick of trying
    Have you lost the will to live?

    Dont be drowning in the shallows
    With the beach so near at hand
    Hear the voice say
    Stand up get up
    And join me on the gilded sand

    Come and join me on the beach
    With all the riches I can hold
    Cause Im a beggar
    And Im sitting on a beach of gold

    Oh lord Im a poor man
    With all the riches I can hold
    Im a beggar
    Im sitting on a beach of gold

    My children my salvation
    The father to this man
    Theyre my teachers
    Playing on the golden sand

    With my family all around me
    Ive all the riches I can hold
    Im a beggar
    Sitting on a beach of gold

    Oh lord Im a poor man
    With all the riches I can hold
    Im a beggar
    Sitting on a beach of gold

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  7. MadeleineAugust 28, 2008 at 6:18 PM

    Grâce à toi Fish je sens que vais progresser ..... en anglais !!
    Bonne soirée et merci.

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  8. AnonymousAugust 28, 2008 at 7:42 PM

    Oh lord Im a poor clown, but when J really see that, J begin to laugh a little...
    J-P goldo-beggar-petto

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  9. MadeleineAugust 28, 2008 at 9:18 PM

    Impayable goldo-petto !
    Bises à tous les deux.

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  10. fishfishAugust 29, 2008 at 8:41 PM

    touché, non-parable sabro-petto

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