Il y a des fois où mon intuition m'effraie. & si ce n'est que de la parano, je crois que c'est encore pire! Mais quoi qu'il en soit, chaque fois que je fais appel, la réponse déboule sans prévenir. Alors peut-être que je me monte la tête pour casser la routine, peut-être que c'est ce que je fais depuis que je suis enfant. J'ai tendance à croire que si tout cela provient uniquement de mon imagination il vaudrait mieux m'interner. Parce que je le sens et j'y crois, depuis toujours et probablement à jamais. Je laisse mon cerveau s’éparpiller, mon cinéma se dérouler parmi les miettes d'idées qui peuplent mon crâne. Et pourquoi inventerais-je une réponse aux sonorités dramatiques? Pour jouer la carte de la fatalité et nier les remords? Pourquoi pas après tout, si ça permet d'apaiser mon complexe d'insécurité. La réalité serait sûrement plus facile mais plus fade sans ces divergences. Fermer les yeux et souffler, plus belle est la montée, plus dure est la descente -et j'en tiens une bonne-.
Green hills and enemies
These things they make us sentimental inside
Your words are gelignite
Or just another sentimental aside
We're catching bullets in our teeth
And though it's easy when you know how it's done
They split the secret up six ways before they gave it to us just before dawn
And now we don't remember
Our blood and guts are out
We spread our bones across the table at night
We cut our fingers off
To give ourselves those little extra insights
We're catching bullets in our teeth
And though they try hard not to say how it's done
They always do
They spill the secret out six ways
And beg for our forgiveness
Just before dawn
And now we don't remember
We're catching bullets in our teeth
Its hard to do but they're so sweet
And if they take a couple out
We try to work things out
We're catching bullets with our
Heads and hearts and all the darkest parts of us
It's strange to find such light
In such endless night
We're catching bullets in our backs
We sent the undertaker back
Into the garden in the drought
To try to work things out
We're catching bullets with the best resources that we've got
We're happy then again we're not
We shout - through the endless doubt
These things they make us sentimental inside
Your words are gelignite
Or just another sentimental aside
We're catching bullets in our teeth
And though it's easy when you know how it's done
They split the secret up six ways before they gave it to us just before dawn
And now we don't remember
Our blood and guts are out
We spread our bones across the table at night
We cut our fingers off
To give ourselves those little extra insights
We're catching bullets in our teeth
And though they try hard not to say how it's done
They always do
They spill the secret out six ways
And beg for our forgiveness
Just before dawn
And now we don't remember
We're catching bullets in our teeth
Its hard to do but they're so sweet
And if they take a couple out
We try to work things out
We're catching bullets with our
Heads and hearts and all the darkest parts of us
It's strange to find such light
In such endless night
We're catching bullets in our backs
We sent the undertaker back
Into the garden in the drought
To try to work things out
We're catching bullets with the best resources that we've got
We're happy then again we're not
We shout - through the endless doubt
