I walk my lobster
Along the promenade
On a fine sunny spring day
Thibault he loves the Paris
Tulieres is a fine garden
Of naked bodies and wet fountains
Past glories and royalty
Dreamed their dreams, on these garden walks
The melodies behind castle walls
I dance with the goldfish
The Queen of the ball
I am not young, I am not twenty
They tell me to go, I say Alizee?
I hunger for you, I desire you
Your image is the art of my thoughts
I crave you, the pastry and the cream
Under canopy, I hide such desires
I am not afraid of you
Yet I fear the arrow of loves wounds
Let me taste not the blood of such losses
I walk, with Thibault along the Seine
I see you, far away, on the other shore
A vision of le Puy, innocence and beauty
The mist fades, the pot of life boils
Thibault turns red, he knows
The walk of life is about to end
He cries, as his master remains in the dark
I am not twenty anymore
Note: Dedicated to Gérard de Nerval (1808-1855), this is a mix between old and new, poetry and lyrics, with a dash of whimsical in Alizee
...........................And Did It “Our” Way
And who is anyone
Without regret
Nothing went wrong
Our ego said
So we are
Beyond reproach
So imperfectly perfect
And with nothing to forget
We’re never wrong
We just went along
With our ego
And so
The mistakes we made
If not our own
Then how do we evade
The sadness that we feel
Behind all the dreams
That seemed so real
And in all our time
And in all our schemes
And all the chances
We simply gave away
And all the loves
We wasted for another day
What can we say
We did it our way…………………..
And who is anyone
Without regret
What lessons have we learnt
In the years we have spent
For everyone learns
Through their ignorance
And everyone is born
In their innocence
“And through it all”
Our memories are clear
With all the things we did
And hide in fear
All the wrong turns
That we made
And all moments
In which we were saved
If we can say
We did it our way
We did our best
And yes
We even lived
With our
Regrets
( With full acknowledgment To Gilles Thibault; Paul Anka and Frank Sinatra )
( first draft.... to be edited )
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