Rogues in a Nation || Steeleye Span
Farewell to all our Scottish fame,
Farewell our ancient glory.
Farewell even to our Scottish name,
Sae fam’d in martial story.
Now Sark runs over the Solway sands,
And tweed runs to the ocean,
To mark where England’s province stands.
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.
‘Sexy Boy’ || Air || Moon Safari
Où sont tes héros aux corps d’athlètes?
Where are your heroes with bodies like athletes?
Où sont tes idoles mal rasées, bien habillées?
Where are your rough shaven, well dressed idols?
Incendies || Grégoire Hetzel || Incendies (2010)
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they’re gone