For me, music is like material, like colors to play with. Like a painting. We're going to sing now, because in all this mess, we're still a bit of singers. As Simon Reynolds used to say, here is my collector's rock. Dear friends, thank you for coming to keep me company. Crying the rose to hold me I tell her it's not sure I'll stay I always have a biopen for the gems She didn't touch it She didn't want to I didn't ask two questions It's much better like this I met her under such a blue sky That day I hadn't put on a jacket She's waiting and I feel good I feel good that she's testing me She sees the insomnia in the cord She says to me, okay, but just a gesture She makes me slide all over I feel good in her skin I didn't touch it She didn't want to I didn't ask two questions It's much better like this I met her under such a blue sky That day I hadn't put on a jacket She put the sails on the thigh Of an old go-go player Is she going to love or is she better Or is she going to sleep when she leaves me She makes me slide all over I feel good in her skin I didn't touch it She didn't want to I didn't ask two questions It's much better like this I feel good in her skin