Ligne Blanche Lyrics & Chords By René Lussier

Black at the centre Fifty Million Suns Its mass Where matter masses and Infalls: its Shock Repels the Outer gas, its appetite Astonishes and Appals. ...read more

In such a country and at such a time, There should be no melancholy evenings, Even high bridges over the rivers, And the hours between the night and morning, And the long winter...read more

I live, like a dry leaf in Winter Sapless – I refuse to fall – I protest like a sigh in a Tempest, I cry: "To hold is all" ...read more

Nella soffitta in via Giulia c'è un viavai, strane visite notturne a Gianfranco Mattei, «...metti nella sporta il barattolo, è libero, vai!» ...read more

My veins ran thick with petrol My rulers bled me I fell as I was felled before – when I was wood and knew no Evil Pipes and Wells ran like a Wen, steel...read more