{"id":859,"date":"2009-11-24T18:15:00","date_gmt":"2009-11-24T16:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laurentqueyssi.fr\/site\/?p=859"},"modified":"2009-11-24T18:15:00","modified_gmt":"2009-11-24T16:15:00","slug":"859","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/laurentqueyssi.fr\/site\/2009\/11\/24\/859\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Vous les aimez, ces vieilleries, hein?<\/p>\n<p>In the morning I am a recluse, lost in memories<br \/>Ideal situations and convulsions<br \/>I&#8217;m never in and I can&#8217;t remember<br \/>They built portholes for Bono, so he could gaze<br \/>Out across the bay and sing about mountains<br \/>Maybe. You are what you own in this land<br \/>You can be King and it all depends on the view and what you can see<br \/>And around here nobody tells me what to do anymore<\/p>\n<p>We don&#8217;t need nobody else<br \/>We don&#8217;t need nobody else<br \/>We don&#8217;t need nobody else<br \/>We don&#8217;t need nobody else<\/p>\n<p>Why say words that I do not mean<br \/>They only serve to amuse, ridicule and destroy,<br \/>Hardly ever to teach<br \/>I hit you for the first time today<br \/>I didn&#8217;t mean it<br \/>It just happened<br \/>You wouldn&#8217;t let me go to the phone,<br \/>You wanted to make love and I did not<br \/>Now I know the distance between us<br \/>Christ we weren&#8217;t even fighting, I was just annoyed<br \/>Silence and you started to cry, that really hurt<br \/>You said, yeah and you thought you knew me<\/p>\n<p>We don&#8217;t need nobody else<br \/>We don&#8217;t need nobody else<br \/>Just you and me<br \/>Just you and me<\/p>\n<p>Consider this as the wine takes hold<br \/>And sinks into your veins<br \/>I try to force it but it&#8217;s not there<br \/>Love gives you comfort<br \/>And comfort makes you dim<br \/>She&#8217;s in the kitchen<br \/>Putting beads in her hair<\/p>\n<p>It all came out tonight<br \/>The queen of drugs broke down and cried<br \/>&#8216;Cause she&#8217;d been shagging her best friends guy<br \/>She knew the form, she knew the lie<br \/>She wasn&#8217;t shy and she refused to try<br \/>That&#8217;s why I&#8217;m gazing out of portholes<br \/>And I&#8217;m wondering why<\/p>\n<p>We don&#8217;t need nobody else<br \/>We don&#8217;t need nobody else<br \/>Just you and me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Vous les aimez, ces vieilleries, hein? In the morning I am a recluse, lost in memoriesIdeal situations and convulsionsI&#8217;m never in and I can&#8217;t rememberThey built portholes for Bono, so he could gazeOut across the bay and sing about mountainsMaybe. You are what you own in this landYou can be King and it all depends [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-859","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-non-classe","odd"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/laurentqueyssi.fr\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/859","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/laurentqueyssi.fr\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/laurentqueyssi.fr\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/laurentqueyssi.fr\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/laurentqueyssi.fr\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=859"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/laurentqueyssi.fr\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/859\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/laurentqueyssi.fr\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=859"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/laurentqueyssi.fr\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=859"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/laurentqueyssi.fr\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=859"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}