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  • Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris
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  • Naked as sin, an army towel
    Covering my belly
    Some of us blush, somehow
    Knees turning to jelly
    Next, next
    I was still just a kid
    There were a hundred like me
    I followed a naked body
    A naked body followed me
    next, next
    I was still just a kid
    When my innocence was lost
    In a mobile army whorehouse
    Gift for the army, free of cost
    Next, next
    Me, I really would have liked
    A little touch of tenderness
    Maybe a word, a smile
    An hour of happiness
    But, next, next
    Oh, it wasn't so tragic
    The high heavens did not fall
    But how much of that time
    I hated being there at all
    Next, next
    Now I always will recall
    The brothel truck, the flying flags
    The queer lieutenant who slapped
    Our asses as if we were fags
    Next, next
    I swear on the wet head
    Of my first case of gonorrhea
    It is his ugly voice
    That I forever hear
    Next, next
    That voice that stinks of whiskey
    Of corpses and of mud
    It is the voice of nations
    It is the thick voice of blood
    Next, next
    And since the each woman
    I have taken to bed
    Seems to laugh in my arms
    To whisper through my head
    Next, next
    All the naked and the dead
    Should hold each other's hands
    As they watch me scream at night
    In a dream no one understands
    Next, next
    And when I am not screaming
    In a voice grown dry and hollow
    I stand on endless naked lines
    Of the following and the followed
    Next, next
    One day I'll cut my legs off
    Or burn myself alive
    Anything, I'll do anything
    To get out of line to survive
    Not ever to be next
    Not ever to be next.

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