LYRICS GAME

A start of January

If I counted right

Leftover parties or really insistent wishes

From Ruth or from Moishe

Which one had the idea

Who cares if I won the race

And among thousands

We were all winners

Even the last of the last

At least once the best

We who were born

In the hollow of our mothers

How good it is to ripen

And then I saw some light so

I went out

And I said

Good idea!

There was sun

Scents, rain

Each day a new waking

Each day another night

Roads and bikers

And rugby games

Spaghetti, Frédéric Dard

And Johnny Winter too

They told me it's just a spark

Before the darkness

Just a passage, a rainbow

A strange absurdity

Brothers, the tender

Treasures to look for

Vertigo to seize, to understand, and girls

To caress

I told myself

Mmm Good idea!

And then you show up

Throwing my curtains wide open

And floods of colors explode

And beauty seems way more beautiful

And nothing really changes

But everything's different

Like those feasts you eat alone

Or by sharing them

I walked at random

Evening had fallen

With my bag and my guitar

I was a bit tired

Everything was so empty, where could I quench my thirst

And then I saw some light

And I found you

Good idea!