That three agreements. Plus of course three chords over to tell you "do not make some noise." Only three agreements to change the world. No matter what happens the night, Les Trois Accords are at Bar Chez Maurice for a show in cinquière speed, a good show "well nice". The planters of Saint-Cyrille de Wendover resemble the flower boxes at St. Lazare. A skin is dying and yet, yet, once, sing Olivier, Pierre-Luc, Charles, Alexander and Simon, "this orange has already imposed respect."
The clown-time interpreter said before the reminders that Saint-Lazare, Saint-Lazare is a "great hall, a beautiful room de spectacles au Québec". Si c'est loin d'ici j'y vas. J'y vas pas. Tabarnak, j'y vas Chez Maurice. Tout nu sur la plage du Bar Chez Maurice. Frisez vos moustaches. Y a les chansons du futur, reprises par les gros haut-parleurs. Les "gens rient trop dans la vie, dans la douleur on réalise que tout n'est pas triste". Stop la philosophico-maniaco-dépression. Mon dieu, c'est aussi poétiquement beau que du Shakespeare avant son dernier expir. Y a la "pièce de viande". C'est un nom composé. C'est aussi un non cliché. Bonne fête Stéphanie. La si jolie belle demoiselle en fête pour ses jeunes vingt ans.
Dis, le bac à fleurs, "me reviendras-tu demain"? Un clin d'oeil à Sylvain "Barbara Streisand "over the counter sales of discounted sweaters. Three times three columns of fine reddish light descending from the sky miraculously. Faisceauxs Four blue-sky backstage .. Done mournful poems. Les Trois Accords of alternative titles to their tunes. Ah evening, we talk about things and others. Especially other things. As I killed my cow. How I killed him. Naked on the beach, the fan also spoke alone. I got into my 4 and a half. with a car. Crisse tank! No no! do not take your plane. If we had only three chords for a lot to say ..., Three chords repeated without parrot "REBONSOIR Saint-Lazare". By evening, turnips do cry more. The emotionally unstable smile, all naked on the page. We clap our hands are left worse fucks fucks itself ben démderder with false notes politicens. My god, that it was beautiful in the Shakespeare version hiver2007.
THREE AGREEMENTS love you. Naked on the beach at Saint-Lazare, the swimsuit pastel yellow head is hung from the ceiling on the clothesline. Yesterday you walked barefoot on the Boulevard Saint-Angelique, your shoes slung a guitar over his shoulder, and you tried to scratch yourself. A boyfriend powdered curry his right big toe while leaving the grocery store.
If we only had only three agreements to grant the violin wallpaper sur le bel avion des TROIS ACCORDS, les maîtres du pastiche chanté sautilleraient de joie avec de petits orgasmes sans les granules de Viagra
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