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Pierre Bensusan

Pierre Bensusan Lyrics

(lyrics: Philippe Val, English adaptation: Mike Vogel, music: Pierre Bensusan)

My head’s spinning around
From the buzzing sound
Of the mail plane that flies
Through the morning sky
I drunk so much beer
‘Till I couldn’t hear
My head’s all full of pain
Devil take that damned plane!

It’s been about a year
That I’ve been waiting to hear
From her, watching the sky...
Think I'll open some rye
Tell me what can I do
With nothing in view
Stuck in this dismal lair
On the edge of the Sierra?

There’s a wise man from the east
Who preaches live in peace,
Seek meaning deep within!
So me, I drink some gin
The white turboprop
Like a durty mop
Is stuffed with bags of lies
That are bursting its sides

My head’s spinning round
From the buzzing sound
Of the mail plane that flies
Through the morning sky
I drank so much Rum
‘Till my limbs were numb
My head’s all full of pain
Devil take that damned plane!

Heap of buzzing metal
Landing straight on my Mezcal
I'm feeling much too frail
To go check out the mail
I wish that she would race
And take me from this place
We’d go back to our town
With all our friends all around

But I cannot stand to wait
I’ll just let my mornings fade
And the technicolor light
Disappear into night
The wiseman was right
I'll poor myself some wine
To forget my fear and shame
As I forget my name

C. & P. 1993, Dadgad Music (Sacem, France)

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