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Unknown "future dead man." Lazy - 16 years, 8 months, 8 days ago

There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.
Unknown "future dead man." Lazy - 16 years, 8 months, 19 days ago

Put up a few new pics for the world to admire :P
Unknown "future dead man." Lazy - 16 years, 9 months, 3 days ago

On the sand, facing the sea
Se stands there, a cemetery
Where the cypress as spears
Are the guardians of his silence.

On the sand, iron beds
Are planted there, facing the sea
My friend, you killed him
In his boat for eternity.

If we went to the cemetery
See my name engraved on the stone,
Welcome the dead facing the sea,
Ivres of life in the light.

In the heat, silence
At a time when the cypress trees are swinging
The dead rest in the cemetery
Under the sand, facing the sea
Unknown "future dead man." Lazy - 16 years, 9 months, 8 days ago

Sur le sable, face à la mer
Se dresse là, un cimetière
Où les cyprès comme des lances
Sont les gardiens de son silence.

Sur le sable, des lits de fer
Sont plantés là, face à la mer
Mon ami, la mort t'a emmené
En son bateau pour l'éternité.

Si on allait au cimetière
Voir mon nom gravé sur la pierre,
Saluer les morts face à la mer,
Ivres de vie dans la lumiere.

Dans la chaleur, le silence
A l'heure où les cyprès se balancent
Les morts reposent au cimetière
Sous le sable, face à la mer.
Unknown "future dead man." Lazy - 16 years, 9 months, 8 days ago