J'aurais jamais dû croiser son regard (1989)

Actors

• Clément Harari (actor)
• François Toumarkine (actor)
• Jacques Davidovici (composer)
• Gérard Sergue (actor)
• Smaïn (actor)
• Hélène de Saint-Père (actress)
• Luc Thuillier (actor)
• Valérie Leboutte (actress)
• Philippe Faure (actor)
• Rénos Mandis (actor)
• Marius Colucci (actor)
• Béatrice Lord (actress)
• Thierry Rode (actor)
• Albert Lerner (actor)
• Marie Caries (actress)

Genres

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Bombers - David Bowie
• Bama Breeze - Jimmy Buffett
• Bombers - Gary Numan
• Bombers - Yellowcard
• Bombers - Tubeway Army
• Bombers - Bill Ward

Look up I hear the scream of sirens on the wall
I see a policeman crying in the backseat of a dying Ford
Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of stars
Who are far too old
And no-one ever told me
That I could be so cold
Bombers fight at zero feet
Bombers fight at zero
I see an old man knocked to the ground
And beaten by the vicar's wife
No-one stops to help they're far too busy
Trying to save their own lives
A tiny girl screams for mother
And wanders out into the street
I saw her going down underneath
A thousand people's running feet
Bombers fight at zero feet
Bombers fight at zero
All the junkies pulling needles from their arms
Hope it lasts all night
And all the soldiers curse the day they joined the army
And prepare to fight
In silent bars, in silent rooms, in silent cars
You hide where you can
And me I know just whereyou are, you see
I'm a bomber man
Bombers fight at zero feet

At the Bama Breeze
You can shoot some pool down there
You can act a fool down there
You can play it cool down there
At the Bama Breeze
You can drink some beer down there
Argue, laugh and cheer down there
Pass another year down there
Jimmy got caught smokin' a joint
Out behind the bar, sittin' in his car
And they took him to jail
The tip jar paid his bail
In 1984 Mick Jagger passed through town
Bought the house a round
Signed his name on the wall
In the Ladies bathroom stall, yeah
At the Bama Breeze
I turned 21 down there
Had too much fun down there
Stumbled out with the sun down there
Saturday night the Bouncer Grady
Lets the ladies in free with the fake I.D
And the short enough skirt
Yeah, figures what the hell could it hurt
Second set the owner Lulu get's up with the band
A beer in her hand and sings 'Free-bird', slow
Then she raises a toast, here's to Ronnie and the boys
Now everybody make some noise
At the Bama Breeze
You're one of our own down there
You never drink alone down there
Good God I feel at home down there
At the Bama Breeze
You're one of our own down there
You never drink alone down there

Look up I hear the scream of sirens on the wall
I see a policeman crying in the backseat of a dying Ford
Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of stars
Who are far too old
And no-one ever told me
That I could be so cold
Bombers fight at zero feet
Bombers fight at zero
I see an old man knocked to the ground
And beaten by the vicar's wife
No-one stops to help they're far too busy
Trying to save their own lives
A tiny girl screams for mother
And wanders out into the street
I saw her going down underneath
A thousand people's running feet
Bombers fight at zero feet
Bombers fight at zero
All the junkies pulling needles from their arms
Hope it lasts all night
And all the soldiers curse the day they joined the army
And prepare to fight
In silent bars, in silent rooms, in silent cars
You hide where you can
And me I know just where you are, you see
I'm a bomber man
Bombers fight at zero feet
Bombers fight at zero

This is the deepest cut I,
Think I have ever felt,
These are the things I think but I will never tell.
I'm trying to walk these bridges,
Burning beneath my feet,
Well I am an echo I am heard but never seen.
These are your hearts,
Like bombs they're coming down,
They're falling on me now.
And this my last try,
Got one thing left to prove,
There's a bomber in me too.
This is a mirror image,
Of everything I'm not,
Always reflecting what I've learned but was not taught.
If I could make things different,
If I could press restart,
Then I would hold back every breath that went too far.
These are your hearts,
Like bombs they're coming down,
They're falling on me now.
And this my last try,
Got one thing left to prove,
There's a bomber in me too.
Sometimes I feel like I am working in the dark,
Collecting names collecting all the mending hearts.
And if your one that I have missed along the way,
Then I'm rehearsing all the things I'd like to say.
This isn't easy for me,
This isn't easy.
These are your hearts,
Like bombs they're coming down,
They're falling on me now.
And this my last try,
Got one thing left to prove,
There's a bomber in me too.
These are your hearts,
Like bombs they're coming down ,
They're falling on me now.
And this my last try,
Got one thing left to prove,

Look up I hear the scream of sirens on the wall
I see a policeman crying in the backseat of a dying Ford
Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of stars
Who are far too old
And no-one ever told me
That I could be so cold
Bombers fight at zero feet
Bombers fight at zero
I see an old man knocked to the ground
And beaten by the vicar's wife
No-one stops to help they're far too busy
Trying to save their own lives
A tiny girl screams for mother
And wanders out into the street
I saw her going down underneath
A thousand people's running feet
Bombers fight at zero feet
Bombers fight at zero
All the junkies pulling needles from their arms
Hope it lasts all night
And all the soldiers curse the day they joined the army
And prepare to fight
In silent bars, in silent rooms, in silent cars
You hide where you can
And me I know just where you are, you see
I'm a bomber man
Bombers fight at zero feet

Listen my son,
One thing I've learned
And I know it.
Bombers can open bomb bays
Love all you can
This precious thing
Called your own life.
Remember, bombers can open bomb bays.
Might you meet somebody
That has your mother's eyes and smile.
Might you meet them,
Don't blow them away.
Don't hurt them, just hold them,
Make someone happy.
The things you do, it's up to you,
Try being happy.
And I say I can believe it,
And I do.
I do believe there's hope for you.
There's hope for you.
There's hope for you
Listen my son,
I'm in a war
And I know it,
Remember, bombers can open bomb bays.
Complimentary worship
May close your many open doors.
Might you be cool,
Don't get blown away,
Don't hurt you, just hold you
And make you happy.
The things you do, it's up to you
Try being happy.
And I say I can believe it,
And I do.