it was a very good year

07.05.2007

Dans la famille Sinatra, je voudrais le père... avec une chanson délicieusement mélancolique.

Bon OK, j'avoue j'ai bientôt (très très bientôt) 36 ans et je sens que je bascule du côté obscur de la force. Ma jeunesse a pris un coup dans l'aile mais qu'y faire ? Rien, avancer est la seule issue qu'il me reste. Pour celles et ceux qui viennent fêter l'évènement (la crémaillère ;-))) avec moi et Lui, je vous appelle dans la journée pour préciser un peu tout (adresse, heure ...). A ce soir donc ?

It was a very good year

When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
Wed hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
Wed ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days grow short
Im in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
>from fine old kegs
>from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year

It was a mess of good years