Paroles Lonnie de Godley & Creme

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Textes et Paroles de Lonnie




Lonnie Garamond was disturbed by the facethat looked back at him from the bathroom mirrorHe looked older than he rememberedit was as if all forty-two years of his lifehad suddenly leap frogged over each otherand crash landed in his faceHe was middle-aged and the truth hit himlike a man with no parachutethe eyes were golfballsthe skin hung on his face like a cheap suitand the trapdoor of greasy black frizzthat he combed from one side of his head to the otherto hide his baldnessin reality emphasized itIt was 2:30 in the morning Nov. 22nd 1963and Lonnie couldn't sleepLonnie took a last look at the faceand popped another sleeping tabletunder his sandpaper tongueand slipped into a cold, dark sleepThe last thing Lonnie sawbefore his eyes finally closedwas his camera watching himfrom the other side of the Motel roombut the camera wasn't loaded yetLonnie Garamond was a loserLonnie Garamond was a loserLonnie Garamond was a loserand he really hated being thatLonnie's body clock woke him at 8:30 sharpHe stabbed a button by his bedand the TV crackled into lifeshowing the crowds already gatheringin Dealy PlazaHe showered, shaved, and slipped into an Ivy League jacketand brown slacks and loaded the cameraThe Stetson put the icing on the southern cakeand he headed for the parking lotleaving the key behind in his roomhe knew he wouldn't be coming backLonnie Garamond was a loserLonnie Garamond was a loserLonnie Garamond was a loserand he really hated being thatLonnie parked the Buick and ran down Pacific St.It was 12.15 and he wanted to be outsidethe Texas School Book Depositorybefore the motorcade came down Elm St.12.20He elbowed his way through a group of good ol' boysand stood next to a kid in a wheelchairwaving a Confederate flag12.25He took off the lens capand lit his first cigarette for two yearsHe checked the focus one last timeand blew a smoke ringinto the blue Dallas heat haze12.30He ground the Lucky Strike under the heel of his bootand calmly squeezed off three shotsLonnie put the camera back into its caseand melted into the panicLonnie Garamond was a loserLonnie Garamond was a loserLonnie Garamond was a loserand he really hated being that

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