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Je vais essayer de revenir au concept de base du blog, c'est se livrer. Pour moi en tout cas ça a toujours été ça.
Je n'y arrive plus, meme pas en chanson, meme pas en rêve. Je ne ressend pas grand chose a part une angoisse constante et une soif de mieux, une envie d'aller plus loin, plus haut, plus vite. Tout ça dans une boule de stress à la limite du gérable. Tout me rend agressive et nerveuse. Je me laisse aller a la crise d'angoisse a nimporte quelle occasion: shopping chez H&M, vision de gens qui fond du ski ( oui, tout ce blanc, cette hauteur, cet.. infini: insupportable), idée de commencer la conduite, ne pas avancer, reculer, incapcité, frustration, hivers interminable, grosseur du corps, repas, tenue adéquate... Je crise pour nimporte quoi, je laisse l'angoisse m'envahir. Le coeur commence a battre vite, la respiration se fait courte, j'ai chaud, jveux sortir, fumer, manger, partir, partir. Que ça s'arrete, vite vite vite, plus j'y pense plus ça s'emplifie. La, j'en parle, j'y pense, j'aime pas ça. Je sais que j'ai le controle, faut que jle retrouve il s'est caché. Le controle, la confiance.
Ce que j'aime etre, c'est moi, habillée de cette super robe rouge, des couettes hautes sur la tete, des escarpins vernis, manteau en léopard et lunettes de soleil. Je gueule des chansons et j'aime bien. Jveu etre ça, pas cette boule de stress que je me traine.
Je voudrai des jolies histoires, un truc qui ferai plaisir auquel j'aurai pas cru au début et en fait ça serai vrai. Je voudrai etre une jolie barbie brune appartennant à Susie ( 4 ans et demi) et je rencontrerai mon beau Ken qui m'avouerai son amour alors que je croyais que c'était un méchant amoureu de ma soeur jumelle. Fin tu vois, des truc comme ça. Un truc qui me rendrai contente pour ma gueule et pas forcément pour ce que je rêve d'etre.
jvoudrai ecrire un super chanson triste, comme avant, quand j'avais pas honte de faire des chansons de curiste bercé par joni mitchel. Je voudrai que l'ecriture redevienne une necessité directe, un besoin intestinal, un cri dark/folk qui pue les larmes comme je les aime. Et les chanter avec mes couette sur la tete, ma robe noire, celle avec les boutons devant, mes resilles blanches et mes doc montantes. Et pas sur une scene, juste dans ma chambre, devant mes potes. Ou toute seule, me faire mon show, me prouvé que j'en suis capable, que j'ai pas tout perdue de moi. Que je les encule tous ceux qui m'ont transformé sans le vouloir, toute cette merde qui pue la transpi de fille prépupére sans seins en jupe a pois/converse/grand-yeux-de-conne.
SI C'EST TOUT CE QU'IL RESTE DE MOI, JE PREFERE ENVELER LE BAS, JE PRÉFÈRE QUE L'ON M'ABATTE ET POUR TOUT VOUS DIRE, J'AI HATE.
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Sep 2006 Project.
Paris --- New York --- Nashville --- Memphis --- Montgomery --- Jackson --- New Orleans --- Little Rock --- Detroit --- Chicogo --- New York --- Paris.
Durée : 30 jours.
Moyen de transport: Greyhound Bus.
Budjet par personne : 2000/2500 euros ( = Bosser juillet et aout)
But: VOIR. ECOUTER. PARTIR.
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voila les histoires que j'aime entendre en ce moment....
Ten years ago,on a cold dark night
Someone was killed ,neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene,but the all agreed
That the slayer who ran,looked a lot like me
The judge said son what is your alibi
If you were somewhere else.then you won't have to die
I spoke not a word,thou it met my life
For I'd been in the arms of my best friends wife
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave.when the night winds wail
Nobody knows,nobody sees
Nobody knows but me
Oh the scaffold is high and eternity's near
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
But late at night,when the north wind blows
In a long black veil,she cries o're my bones
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave.when the night winds wail
Nobody knows,nobody sees
Nobody knows but me
Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for killing a man in Arkansas. Funny thing about it, Joe Bean has never been to Arkansas. On top of that, Joe Bean never heard of the man. In fact, today is Joe Bean's twentieth birthday.
See through the prison bars, Joe Bean, see where the gallows stand. Just twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand.
Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he never did. He killed 20 men, by the time he was 10, he was an unruly kid.
Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean for the one shooting that Joe Bean never did.
Well, Joe - your mother is at the Capitol, asking the governor for a stay. And it's hard on her, 'cause she knows where you were, on that particular day. You were working Joe Bean, hard working, robbing the Santa Fe.
Well, the telegraph wires are humming. Here, the governor's words come through. He said, "I can't set you free, it's not up to me, but there's much, Joe Bean, I'll do. I'll join your mother in extending Birthday greetings to you. Happy Birthday, Joe Bean."
Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25 minutes to go
And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24 minutes to go
Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I've got 23 minutes to go
But nobody asked me how I feel I've got 22 minutes to go
Well I sent for the governor and the whole dern bunch with 21 minutes to go
And I sent for the mayor but he's out to lunch I've got 20 more minutes to go
Then the sheriff said boy I gonna watch you die got 19 minutes to go
So I laughed in his face and I spit in his eye got 18 minutes to go
Now hear comes the preacher for to save my soul with 13 minutes to go
And he's talking bout' burnin' but I'm so cold I've 12 more minutes to go
Now they're testin' the trap and it chills my spine 11 more minutes to go
And the trap and the rope aw they work just fine got 10 more minutes to go
Well I'm waitin' on the pardon that'll set me free with 9 more minutes to go
But this is for real so forget about me got 8 more minutes to go
With my feet on the trap and my head on the noose got 5 more minutes to go
Won't somebody come and cut me loose with 4 more minutes to go
I can see the mountains I can see the skies with 3 more minutes to go
And it's to dern pretty for a man that don't wanna die 2 more minutes to go
I can see the buzzards I can hear the crows 1 more minute to go
And now I'm swingin' and here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
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 Actor Joaquin Phoenix has denied reports saying he had a breakdown while filming a new movie about Johnny Cash reports BBC Tabloid stories claimed that Phoenix hit his head on a bedpost while filming a particularly emotional scene recalling the death of Cash's brother – prompting speculation that Phoenix was drawing from his experience with the death of his own brother, River, who died in 1993 reports People Magazine The Gladiator actor told Newsweek magazine the suggestion he drew on his own experiences for the scene "kind of makes me sick". Phoenix said he was simply acting, not having a breakdown. "I don't need to pull from my experience for a character, and I've never understood why actors would, except for lack of ability, imagination or research," he said. "I had all three things, so this is a little frustrating to me, because it denies my work and the research that I did." Early reports of the film, which also stars Reese Witherspoon as June Carter Cash, indicate Phoenix's performance is the real deal. Phoenix recently admitted himself to a rehabilitation clinic for treatment for
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 je ne pense plus qu'a lui.
JOAQUIN. l'amour virtuel me sauvera des méandre des méchants garçons, des pisseux et des serial fucker. je redeviens comme quand j'avais 14 ans. Amoureuse de lui. c'est dingue ça. 
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