You'll have a choice to ignore him or stand up to him.ĭuring the electric cars story, tell him you'd like an electric car, and that they're good for environment. When he talks about chain restaurants, wait after dropping him off without driving away, and you'll see him going to New York Pizza Pizza.ĭuring his real estate story, say you won't be around much longer, and he'll talk about you returning to Algeria. To hand him a game, tell him he can download it for his phone when he talks about Tetris. To ignore him simply keep silent throughout the ride, you'll get an entry when the ride almost ends. You chose to ignore François's comments about social networking.You think electric cars are good for the environment.You followed François to a New York Pizza Pizza.You chose to ignore François's comments about the strikes.You chose to ignore François's comments about the justice system.You chose to ignore François's comments about the internet.François wrote a book called 'I'm a Monarchist, what of it?'. François wrote a book called 'France in Submission'.You handed a certain game back to François.I will be the first in line to open up so I don't mind I will be the first in line to open up, so I don't mind to give you up. So let’s get round to why, The one I need is tied up right now So let’s just wait a while, The one I need is tied up right now So let’s not draw the line, Cause I can't make my mind up right now So let’s just wait a while, The one I need is tied up right I will be the first in line to open up, so I don't mind to give you up. I want to buy a house I want to make a stand I want to love a girl I want to love a man I want to kill the past I want to stop the sand I want another chance But one is all you haveīut if once more I could feel What I felt before I’d hold it like it’s real I’d never let it fall I’d blow up every bridge I’d build up every wall And nothing could get in But nothing could be bornĪnd everything looks nice Nothing is unwell But once the fruit of god Forever live in hell And once you choose a side There’s nothing left to win And once a lover dies You never love againĪs I look out you're warning me, your thoughts devour my point of view (Give you up now) It’s true I cower when I will speak, so let's get round to why Once I was alive Breathing in the air Now the more I lie The less I lose my hair Now the road is wide Now the people stare Waiting open eyed For once a meaning thereįor one can see the light Underneath the bed For months there at a time Believing every thread And months would flutter by And fears would all have fled And it’ll all be fine At least that’s what you said. Once I was a man Stronger than the shelf Once there was a plan But one can never tell Once a mother’s gone The children raise themselves Most importantly they were a lot of fun to make and hopefully they can bring people some joy. These records were cathartic, in the way that sometimes leaves you more confused than before, but in a good way. It's hard to explain, the process has felt like a crazy, two year long, psychedelic therapy session for 5. Now it’s finished and it feels like everything has changed since those months in the forest. Personalities, egos, morals and all the clouds that enshroud them. Day and night also gave us a very exciting canvas to play with the idea of ‘self’. A backdrop for all the love that happens as the earth keeps turning, all the fear, the liberation and the repetition, the hope and the disillusionment. It became a backdrop for us to explore each other's personal experiences, together. The rapid smoky cycles that rocket a city towards ever-increasing productivity. The complex simplicity we experienced as we watched the Australian nature ebb and flow with the sun and the moon. The day and night set the scene for us throughout the process. Just before we went back to Berlin, we heard the first news of a new virus that seemed small and far away. Together we buried the dead kangaroo that had washed up in the flood and we learnt to live with the house spiders and the balcony snake. Weeks later the storms came and our little garden stream almost engulfed the house. 2020 had just begun, Australia was burning and we hoped the bushfires wouldn’t spread East to our spot. We rented a house and started writing out in the forest.
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