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I think to myself “I don’t really know my heart” / As you whisper “me too”
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I think to myself “I don’t really know my heart” / As you whisper “me too”
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You’re an archipelago, a satellite, a green star
There’s a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight
Fought the hot spurs off all the way to Cape Spear
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"Silver jet" de Roller Derby
Un morceau qui vaut le détour. Au départ il s'agit un titre pop assez mélancolique qui "décroche" en plein milieu et décide d'un coup de nous surprendre musicalement pour nous envoyer la tête dans les étoiles!
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My Hip Cocktails: Silver Jet
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Tragically Hip // Silver Jet
There's a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight Just the I-need-you-and-here's-whys of snoring Gords and Cheryls There's a heron outside, in violet light There's an urge to go, a shadow, a heightened air of peril Your heart jumps to And my heart jumps too I think to myself "I don't really know my heart" As you whisper "me too"A silver jet roars overheadRocks the nocturne all everglade and grey sheersA silver jet, so far off alreadyFought the hot spurs off all the way to Cape SpearIt's quiet again, when a car like Big BenThe radio dopplering, for all you Gregory Peck fansLet Us Now Praise Famous MenTo take some pressure off the wonderous to fight andYour heart jumps toAnd my heart jumps tooAs if the Wolves of Northhumberland themselvesWere rumoured to be en routeA silver jet, way overheadYou're an archipelago, a satellite, a green starA silver jet, so far off alreadyWith your I-need-you-and-here's-why flying to the next partYour heart jumps toAnd my heart jumps tooI'm thinking to myself "packing is a secret art"And as you whisper "me too"A silver jet roars overheadA silver jet, flying to the next partA silver jet, so far off alreadyA silver jet, a satellite, a green starA silver jet, way overheadA silver jet, evergladed grey sheersA silver jet, so far off alreadyA silver jet, Clayqout sound to Cape Spear