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Tightrope Between Comedy & Tragedy

by Luc Dejardin

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1.
Always a hand on his gun He wakes with the sun Put his dusty boots on He’s ready for the run He’s not the kind of guy Who think ‘bout the calaboose, The Lucky Man is fearless He’s got nothing to lose He’s walking on the railroad The train on his track As engineer sees Lucky Man He’s got a heart attack Kill a man at sunrise And rob a bank at noon Everyone’s a goner When Lucky’s on the mood Now trust me baby, listen honey How far this story goes When posters of his face ‘d been tacked on the walls When a thousand dollars reward ‘d been put over his head The Lucky Man freaked out And peed on sheriff’s bed
2.
Everything’s always the same in this small old town People in the bars smoking, drinking and talking Standing there waiting for the next gossip in a row Like if it was the last bell to ring There’s no need to be in Mexico To find plenty of corruption Doesn’t have to be Jim Crow To judge on presumption The river flows downtown there you can get a walk On these dirty banks where misery’s hiding Don’t be afraid stranger they’re only country gawks All their life being misguided There’s no need to be in Mexico To find plenty of corruption Doesn’t have to be Jim Crow To judge on presumption In this town … This town on the border This town on the border of Ghost town where desertion becomes haunting Where empty showcases is a new standard Everything around collapses and future is daunting Poverty crawling down the streets like a cancer There’s no need to be in Mexico To find plenty of corruption Doesn’t have to be Jim Crow To judge on presumption In this town … This town on the border This town on the border of The border of 3 countries
3.
Staring at these gray secondhand eyes In the dirty antique mirror behind the bar Rows of tinkling bottles complies With every single line of my avatar Scents of girls standing next Make me visualise her face again It’s like I’ve been hexed Feel so lonely in this pigpen No matter who I am No matter what I am Charlotte will marry me Ain't no other way it can be Charlotte will marry me As it's meant to be 
 Charlotte will marry me eventually Staring at the posters all over my wall She's there giving me her suggestive look
Every time she does I have a ball
So many draw of her in my sketchbook
Posing for me from the magazines 
Talking to me through the interviews
A gesture for me in all her scenes 
In every move some love transfuses No matter who I am No matter what I am Charlotte will marry me Ain't no other way it can be Charlotte will marry me As it's meant to be 
 Charlotte will marry me eventually
4.
Les gouttes perlent et glissent le long de mon jean Rebondissent et clapotent sur les bords du Stetson Leur danse insouciante humecte mon échine Le spleen, l’impatience, les angoisses m’abandonnent De minuscules gerbes jaillissent de mes semelles Léopardant le cuir brun des chaussures Ma jaquette perce laissant tremper la flanelle La chemise imbibée jusqu’à l’encolure Une promenade pluvieuse Une flânerie ensorceleuse Sous la pluie Sous la pluie Sourire est inévitable Sous la pluie Sous la pluie Optimisme inoxydable Les muqueuses irritées par tant de sécheresse Enfin retrouvent leur humide nature Respirer redevient source d’ivresse Je m’enivres de ma désinvolture Réapparue parmi les trombes d’eau Ton élégance et ta grâce en cadeau Tout mon être s’inonde d’allégresse L’âme enchantée par ces éclaboussures Une promenade pluvieuse Une flânerie ensorceleuse Sous la pluie Sous la pluie Sourire est inévitable Sous la pluie Sous la pluie Optimisme inoxydable
5.
The old man is gone He will not tell stories From his past no more The old man is gone Leaving old memories And his woman sore He always knew how to Grow a smile on your face He always knew how to Let you live on your pace The old man is gone He will not tell stories From his past no more The old man is gone Leaving old memories And his woman sore He always knew how to Leave when you needed space He always knew how to Live his life with grace The old man is gone He will not tell stories From his past no more
6.
Les tumbleweed traversent la main street Tandis que sifflent les vents d’ouest La poussière tout autour gravite Sur le porche du saloon pas un geste Angoisse paralysante Rien qu’une idée en tête S’enfuir plutôt que mourir Décéder dans la tempête Produire le dernier soupir Un haut de forme roule sa bosse et s’envole Le chauve qu’il abritait s’inonde de sueur La chemise au dessous n’est plus qu’auréoles Ce lourdaud badaud déguerpi avec ardeur Insécurité latente Rien qu’une idée en tête S’enfuir plutôt que mourir Décéder dans la tempête Produire le dernier soupir Les visions se troublent et se voilent Les estomacs s’acidifient et refluent Les peaux frémissent et dressent le poil Les cœurs s’emballent et le sang afflue Couardise jaillissante Rien qu’une idée en tête S’enfuir plutôt que mourir Décéder dans la tempête Produire le dernier soupir Comme tous les premier samedi Aux 12 coups de midi Un chariot à l’horizon Abigaëlle Flaherty et sa cargaison Indigestion foudroyante
7.
I was walking down the main street Don’t know where I was heading In Music City you have to follow the beat Who knows how your evening's going Bodies turn around all so neat Tempting, so tempting Mick was singing Hot Stuff Can't get enough Natural born dancer Life enhancer My spirit and my mind are drifting away Moving booty on the dance floor 70's hits airing by the DJ Reviving memories I can't ignore Dazzled by shaking bustier Tempting, so tempting Mick was singing Hot Stuff Can't get enough Natural born dancer Life enhancer This music city keeps me alive For good or evil I feel alive Move your booty on the dancefloor This music city keeps me alive For good or evil I feel alive
8.
Let me live under the shadow of that Saguaro Cactus Where nobody’s ever showing I can be the lazy guy I am Well I fall asleep In a blink of an eye My slumber is so deep Time is flying by Let me be there in the sand dreaming bout my favorite actress Watching her coming on hand in her 40's backless dress And I can hear softly A song by Hank Williams Played by mariachi When I take her in my arms It’s not just a dream It’s a story we share While dancing on the theme Of this love affair And I can hear softly A song by Hank Williams Played by mariachi When I take her in my arms
9.
Pas Mon Ame 03:20
Criii de la porte Clink des éperons Choc de cohorte Clack des talons Pas à pas Plus un bruit Crains trépas Peur d’autrui Miroir et bar Glaviot goulot Odeur vapeur Affaire poker Mais tout au fond là-bas Il y a toi Dansante, souriante Chantante, luxuriante Et tu me dis .. Tu peux tout avoir Mes épaules ou mes jambes Tu peux tout avoir Mes seins mon entrejambe Oui, tu peux tout avoir Poussière poudrière Tension aliénation Cacochyme anonyme Velours anoploure Seul à seul Trop d’envie Pas bégueule Ravi eau-de-vie Au galop Pas de répit Comme Buffalo J’ai la pépie Et tout au fond là-bas Il y a toi Indécente, frémissante Effervescente, étourdissante Et tu me dis .. Tu peux tout avoir Mon cou et mon corps Tu peux tout avoir Mon cœur c’est d’accord Oui, tu peux tout avoir Mais t’auras pas mon âme Là où se jouent les gammes Non t’auras pas mon âme Où les notes s’amalgament Mon âme est à la musique Mon âme est musique
10.
She wrote many successful songs Sold huge amount of records Many times n°1 billboards Won plenty of awards With these 3 simple chords She's exactly where she belongs Her thin fingers on the fretboard Grinding a rhythm on a washboard On stage feeling adored Til the next encore She builds her own village A small place out of the world She reinvents herself as a cowgirl Staring at Sedona's ridge For a public woman showing off is a duty On TV set, radio broadcast, on the web She can't escape she's a celeb Even on her deathbed She will get no rest She builds her own village A small place out of the world She reinvents herself as a cowgirl Staring at Sedona's ridge So now on her own In a secret free zone She builds her own village A small place out of the world She reinvents herself as a cowgirl Staring at Sedona's ridge
11.
There is a place on the wall Where every con carves his mark The last who did is an oddball Drawing strange pieces of weird art When you hear the bell rings He walks alone in the yard Everybody tries to get it Everybody tries to understand They call him the stranger Strangest man in there They call him the stranger He gives them a scare At night in his cell staring at stars From the upper bulk where he's laying He finds a purpose in quasars Start mumbling like he's relaying Information from high up above Equation from the outer space Nobody knows why he’s here Nobody knows what he stands for They call him the stranger Strangest man in there They call him the stranger He gives them a scare A different man in this bad old world Frighten everyone like if they were schoolgirls

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released December 10, 2020

Lyrics, bass and choir on The Lucky Man : Bill C. Sputterman
Jaw Harp on Borderline Town : Toothless Twang

Cover pic by Pivi 2014

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Luc Dejardin Verviers, Belgium

Singer, songwriter, composer and producer deeply rooted in alt-country, Americana, swing and blues.

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