Slip into your skin.

Slip into your skin and spend the night

And get out mine

Walking the streets in dark

Where lamps are the sunshine for the trees

Oh for the trees.

Cause everybody needs somebody

To hold them down

Oh everybody needs somebody

To hold them down

When your feet are leaving the ground.

Patrick Watson.

Streets of London.

Have you seen the old man In the closed-down market

Kicking up the paper, with his worn out shoes?

In his eyes you see no pride

Hand held loosely at his side

Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely,

And say for you that the sun don't shine?

Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London

I'll show you something to make you change your mind

In the all night cafe

At a quarter past eleven,

Same old man is sitting there on his own Looking at the world

Over the rim of his tea-cup,

Each tea lasts an hour

Then he wanders home alone In our winter city,

The rain cries a little pity

For one more forgotten hero

And a world that doesn't care.

Cat Stevens.

Cesaria Evora.

La diva aux pieds nus.

Angola.

Not so many things we've got to do.

Naila.

1, 2, 3, Soleil!

Simply Beautiful.

Comptine d'un autre été.

[Et souvent de liberté.]

Trop loin à l'est, c'est l'Ouest.

Lao-Tseu

Davanti a lui, tremava tutta Roma.

Be bop a lula.

Ooh la.

It's just the way you see the world.

Casimir Pulaski Day.

I could see what you were reading

Oh the glory that the lord has made

And the complications you could do without

When I kissed you on the mouth

I remember at Michael's house

In the living room when you kissed my neck

And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs

When your father found out what we did that night

And you told me you were scared

Oh the glory when you ran outside

With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied

And you told me not to follow you

In the morning when you finally go

In the morning in the winter shade

On the first of March on the holiday

I thought I saw you breathing

Oh the glory when he took our place

But he took my shoulders and he shook my face

And he takes and he takes and he takes

[Sufjan stevens]

La vie devant soi. [suite]

J'ai toujours rêvé d'avoir un trésor caché quelque part où il serait bien à l'abri de tout et que je pourrais découvrir chaque fois que j'avais besoin.

Romain Gary