Just can get enough

Alix m'a rappelé mes idoles de jeunesse, et notamment lui :

Hum, enfin plus exactement lui :

Dépêche Mode, c'est mon premier concert, à 150 km, à 15 ans, avec ma copse et sa soeur, dans une salle énorme, avec retour à 2h du mat et cours le lendemain... Je me demande encore comment ma mère a pu accepter...

On écoutait tout d'eux, on regardait leurs clips en gloussant (ben oui, avant on gloussait sur les clips de A-Ha et Morten, il était beau, mais comparé à Dave, euh... *rougissements*), on rêvassait en écoutant notamment celle-là :

I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She'll hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
Aaaahhhhh....

I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly (limite de l'évanouissement de la jeune groupie)
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it
Aaaahhhhh...

Finalement, ça me plait encore plutôt d'écouter mes idoles de jeunesse...