vendredi, février 10, 2006

Stoned immaculate

Somebody is entering in my flat...
It's 9 o'clock in the morning, my alarm rang at 8h00, still didn't move from my warm bed.

Later on..., the bell is ringing. Two guys, fancy, well-educated and on-time.
A dog is barking.

I got a table. A nice, big, ancien one (Henri the idon'trememberwhichnumber th).
I got plan to have some chairs.
Moreover, I got a plan to have diner (my fridge is quite okay).

I got also the utmost of simple plans :
Go to las vegas, leaving...


See ?





"I'll tell you this...
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused
One summer night, going to the pier
I ran into two young girls
The blonde one was called Freedom
The dark one Enterprise
We talked and they told me this story
Now listen to this...
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we are stoned
Immaculate."