https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1Kqf5gPsdg

Je suis à la fenêtre
Toi tu es dans la baignoire
Tes pieds dépassent, je peux les voir
Dans la glace de l’armoire

Il y a ce disque idiot
Qui est rayé au milieu
Et; les tarots que je te tire
Sur ton châle en camaïeu
Il y a l’odeur d’encens
Et les bougies ont fondu
Tout est si vague
Le fil de ses pensées s’est perdu

Je ne sais même plus si je pense
Je ne sais même plus si je pense

Il y a une fille que j’ai aimée
À la fin de la nuit
J’étais à contempler les novas
Les anneaux de Saturne
Je veux dire…
J’étais mon jean vide et mon blouson
Qui flottait à un bâton d’os
Les os friables de la came
J’étais le singe du travelo
Oui! J’étais vraiment lui
Le cul rose sur le rebord du caniveau
Le singe du travelo
Et ce petit doigt noir
Tu sais, qui caressait mon cul
Comme je suis une plaie ouverte…
Mon nez, je veux dire…
Mon nez où s’engouffraient les autos
Comme dans un tunnel…
Mes narines avec leur tuyau d’échappement
Des nuages d’héroïne
Le cheval vapeur
Horse Power, Horse Power

À écouter un vieux jazz
Devant un vieux bar
Avec du papier coltre

Je veux en dire, tu vois
Dans les chiottes
Quelque chose comme ça

Et moi, devant
Le cul dans le caniveau
Et le flottement indécis
D’un drapeau de trottoir
Dont j’étais la hampe…
Et des étoiles qui tournaient partout
Tout autour de ma tête
Ma cervelle de cave…
Mes os friables qui un jour disparaîtraient aussi
Dans l’eau du caniveau
Avec mon reflet…
Avec mon nez
Mon nez brûlé reflété…
Je suis celui qui a vu un bouledogue débouler
Et qui bringuebalait tous les immeubles
De la rue de l’angle, derrière lui
À l’est de des traîneaux
Que tu es beau bouledogue!
Que j’aime ta couleur rouquine
Wouah-Wouah
Il a levé sa pine bleue pour pisser
Wouah-Wouah-Wouah!
Combien je t’aime
Et au bout de la laisse, Zelda
Un peu vieux, me fait-elle, votre procédé
Détrompez-vous
C’est toujours efficace avec un chien
Ce n’est pas à vous
Que ce compliment était adressé
Vous l’avez cru parce que vous êtes rousse aussi?
C’est pour votre chien que mon cœur bat
Hein! Non, je veux dire
Je disais ça comme ça
Wouah-Wouah
Les chiens Wouah
Les chiens Wouah dans la nuit
La nuit Wouah
Les chiens Wouah, et toi, et toi Wouah!

Le jour se lève! I love you Zelda
I love you Zelda
Je chantais
Je chantais avec le soleil, Zelda!

Je suis à la fenêtre
Toi tu es dans ma baignoire
Tes pieds dépassent
Je peux les voir dans la glace de l’armoire

http://youtu.be/Fqi9BNl1OhA

Steve Forbert - Live at Vintage Vinyl 11/11/15
https://youtu.be/ZGKb0nkaMrQ?t=31m52s

She was well rehearsed, fair, brown and blonde
She had friends who was busboys and friends in the Pentagon
Playing a show in Miami, in the theater of divine comedy.
Talked in the shadows, where they talked in the rain
I could tell she was still... feeling the pain
Pain of rejection, pain of infidelity.

Was she a child or a woman? I can't say which.
One to another she could easily switch
Couples were dancing and I lost track of the hours
He was well prepared, I knew he was
Paying attention like a rattlesnake does
When he's hearing footsteps trampling over his flowers.

And that Caribbean wind still blows from Nassau to Mexico,
From the circle of ice to the furnace of desire.
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.

She looked into my soul through the clothes that I wore
She said "we got a mutual friend standing at the door
Yeah, you know he's got our best interest in mind"
He was well connected, but her heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in there,
Eighty payments due and he was a little behind.

Well, I slip in a hotel where flies buzz my head
Ceiling fan was broken, there was heat in my bed
Street band playin' "Nearer My God To Thee"
We met in secret where we drank from a spring
She said "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
We can do about it, so we might as well let it be"

And that Caribbean wind still blow from Nassau to Mexico,
From the circle of ice to the furnace of desire.
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.

Atlantic City, two years to the day,
I hear her voice cryin' "Daddy" and I look that way,
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call,
Every new messenger bringing evil reports
'Bout rioting armies and time that is short,
And earthquakes and train wrecks and hate-words scribbled on the wall.

Would I have married her? I don't know I suppose,
She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes.
But I heard my name and destiny say to be movin' on
And I felt it come over me, some kind of glow,
For to say "Come on with me girl, I got plenty of room"
But I knew I'd be lyin', and besides she had already gone.

And that Caribbean wind still blows from Nassau to Mexico,
Circle of ice to the furnace of desire.
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.

Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride,
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside,
Mark now what followed and what did betide,
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp,
And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer intending to camp,
For the day bein' pleasant and charmin'.

"Good morning, good morning," the Sergeant he cried.
"And the same to you, gentlemen," we did reply,
Intending no harm but meant to pass by,
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
"But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist,
Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to your fist,
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust,
And drink the king's health in the morning.

"For a soldier, he leads a very fine life,
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife,
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife,
And he always lives pleasant and charmin',
And a soldier, he always is decent and clean,
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen.
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean,
And sup on thin gruel in the morning."

"But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes,
For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose,
But you dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning,
And although that we're single and free,
We take great delight in our own company,
We have no desire strange places to see,
Although that your offers are charming.

"And we have no desire to take your advance,
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance,
For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France,
Where we would get shot without warning,"
"Oh no," says the Sergeant. "I'll have no such chat,
And neither will I take it from snappy young brats,
For if you insult me with one other word,
I'll cut off your heads in the morning."

And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs,
And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
And bid them take that as fair warning.
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides,
We flung them as far as we could in the tide,
"Now take them up, devils!" cried Arthur McBride,
"And temper their edge in the mornin'!"

And the little wee drummer, we flattened his bow,
And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow,
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll,
And bade it a tedious returning,
And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks.
We paid no respect to their two bloody backs,
And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks,
And left them for dead in the morning.

And so, to conclude and to finish disputes,
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits,
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the mornin'.

Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride,
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside,
Mark now what followed and what did betide,
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'