[A] I kissed her lips. And then just to mean this she twisted her legs and broke my glasses!

[B] Frustration is finding out for the first time that you can't do it the second time.

Panic is finding out for the second time that you can't do it the first time.

EVERYTHING is jazz: snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females, snow-white cotton bales.

Knee-bone, thigh, hip-bone. Jazz slips you percussion bone classified "unknown."

Slick lizard rhythms, cigar-smoke tunes, straight-gin sky laced with double moons.

Second-chance rhythms, don't-give-up riffs: jazz gets HIGH off can'ts, buts, and ifs.

[Original French Version]

Y a du jazz PARTOUT : chez veau, vache, cochon, couvée, blanche-neige et coton.

Genou, cuisse et hanche. Le jazz te secoue, te branche. Mais, dis, ça vient d'où ?

Peinard, lézard, cool, dans la fumée des cigares ; gin dans la lune saoule.

Rythmes qu'on rattrape, riffs à bout de souffle : le jazz PLANE quand ça dérape.

lost souls and scattered spirits holdings lanterns chase spring

scars shimmer, cups revolve light's being created look at that enchanting moment a thief steals into a post office letters cry out

nails o nails the lyrics never change firewood huddles together searching for an audience to listen searching for the heart of winter river's end a boatman awaiting boundless twilight

there must be some one to rewrite love