| MY SPIRIT ABOVE THE NIGHTLIFE Friends I never knew I had disappeared Friends I never knew I had disappeared My mind is hypnotized by the yellow street lights Existence and life Are they for me? I guess this is a plea Each passing car gleams with divinity I hate the fact that I hate my benevolence I eagerly look out my window And I hope to see the police or a girl Please put on a show I don't know about tenderness and love I sense the thunderstorms hidden behind personal relations Ripping my dreams and my limited condition These dreams hurt, mother But with my binoculars I am an efficient night watcher So all the neighbourhood women will be captured by my voyeuristic endeavours Love and life Love and death I am just a repressed Woody Allen With an eternal burden But I am still as repressed as someone can be Mother don't you think it would be better if someone wanted to meet me? I guess this is a plea Each passing car gleams with divinity Love and life Love and death Love and life Love and death © 2007 Jerome Lebel |