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Le musée du Petit-Palais
Une visite au Petit Palais
Le Petit Palais à été construit pour l’exposition universelle de 1900, il abrite le musée des Beaux-Arts de Paris. Il se situe dans le 8e arrondissement de Paris, en face du Grand Palais. Les expositions permanentes sont gratuites. Les expositions temporaires sont payantes. On peut y voir de nombreuses toiles de peintres célèbres, des sculptures, des meubles, des pièces d’intérieur d’époque … On peut s’y restaurer ou se détendre dans son jardin intérieur très calme et très agréable à la belle saison.
Alone again naturally
Je te fais la bise …
29 septembre 2019
Alone again naturally
Gilbert O’Sullivan – 1972
Paroles/lyrics
In a little while from now
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top
Will throw myself off
In an effort to make clear to whomever
What it’s like when you’re shattered
Left standing in the lurch
At a church where people saying
My God, that’s tough, she stood him up
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to, well, who wouldn’t do
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in His mercy
Who, if He really does exist
Why did He desert me?
And in my hour of need
I truly am, indeed
Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can’t be mended
Left unattended
What do we do?
What do we do?
Alone again, naturally
Now, looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn’t understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start
With a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top
Will throw myself off
In an effort to make clear to whomever
What it’s like when you’re shattered
Left standing in the lurch
At a church where people saying
My God, that’s tough, she stood him up
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to, well, who wouldn’t do
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in His mercy
Who, if He really does exist
Why did He desert me?
And in my hour of need
I truly am, indeed
Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can’t be mended
Left unattended
What do we do?
What do we do?
Alone again, naturally
Now, looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn’t understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start
With a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally
Woodstock – août 1969
15, 16 & 17 august 1969 – Three days & 50 broomsticks !
