Quand la musique est bonne
Jean-Jacques Goldman
When the Music is Good
I've bled too much on the Gibsons
I've hung around Tobacco Road too long
All I hear are the amps that echo
And when I leave, I always ride for free
Fields of cotton in my memory
Three notes of blues, that's a bit of dark love
When I'm too short, when I'm too late
It's a fallback for another story
When the music is good (Good, good, good)
When the music plays (Plays, plays, plays)
When the music sounds (sounds), sounds (sounds), sounds (sounds)
When it doesn't cheat (When it doesn't cheat)
When the music is good (Good, good, good)
When the music plays (Plays, plays, plays)
When the music sounds (sounds), sounds (sounds), sounds (sounds)
When it guides my steps (When it guides my steps)
I don't have love, I don't have time
I don't have humor, I don't know where the wind blows
I only have a nail, a spark
Some heavy stuff that breaks my wings
A little swing, a bit of the King
A lot of feeling and decibels
It's not a factory, it's not a mine
But it's enough to make a getaway
When the music is good (Good, good, good)
When the music plays (Plays, plays, plays)
When the music sounds (sounds), sounds (sounds), sounds (sounds)
When it doesn't cheat (When it guides my steps)
When the music is good (Good, good, good)
When the music plays (Plays, plays, plays)
When the music sounds (sounds), sounds (sounds), sounds (sounds)
When it guides my steps (When it guides my steps)
