One day,
I decided to make some order in my mind.
Chaos number nine,
like the cleaning of a basement.
I was dreaming so many tracks,
so many signs.
Sometime,
I feel I can understand something.
Like just after a dream.
Like a research.
Like an enigma.
Ha!
Chaos number nine.
So,
I'm taking a special car,
going back
to the end of my brain.
I
drive fast
into dark,
many colors,
waves,
going faster.
I'm in a battle.
I'm dancing,
or trying to dance.
I'm somewhere in Europa,
in the mountains,
between Italy,
Switzerland,
and Chile.
I'm in Skotëk,
near the river,
with a beautiful road.
I see some friends.
I see some girls.
And we are dancing.
Somewhere between Germany,
Switzerland,
and Italy.
I like to play flute,
because
of a TV show,
Lili Mysterious, of Jules Verne.
The music
was played with a flute,
a big one.
So, I decided a long time ago
to play rock and roll and flute,
because of Jules Verne.
When I was
at school,
at a moment, I dreamed to be
a folk singer,
to seduce a girl like
Joni Mitchell.
But I was not really made to be that folk singer.
I was singing not so
bad,
but no long blonde hair.
Trying to be a folk singer at my school.
Trying to seduce a girl like Joni Mitchell.
Brilliant,
beautiful and quiet.
But I was too nervous to speed.
I'm a kid of the city,
from a difficult family.
I like my family, but they are very speed.
My favorite time of year,
that's winter.
I'm born in winter,
and I like the cold.
Oh,
I think it's so beautiful,
when the snow is falling.
I remember when I was a kid,
we were walking with my mother.
Show the mask to the fell.
I was
not realizing,
I was so privileged to
be in that beautiful city.
After
the school, for the breakfast.
The good day.
Oh,
beautiful, it's winter.
I'm dancing again,
at the end of the 70s,
in a boat,
with girls, bikinis,
the virgin tonic.
Listening disco, listening to clash,
talking heads.
18 years old,
in Corsica.
I wanna go back,
in Corsica.
I wanna go back,
but I'm still in Paris,
walking, listening the same radios.
Listening the same song.
What can I do?
Some music.
Yes.
How much for your eyes?
How much?
How much for your eyes?
Again.
How much?
How much?
How much?
At the moment,
I'm zapping too much.
And I just remember the water.
The taste of the water.
I just remember,
the circus
is in town.
Corsica.