BEAT SHIT

HOPELESS

The streets are made of concrete and tar
and bricks and shit
but what are the streets made for?

They're made to walk,
they're made to run,
ride,
roll,
drive
or just stay a whole night
or maybe a whole life.

To get out of night clubs
to wake up drunk and alone
or go to work in the mist,
at eight in the morning,
alone.
To throw bottles,
to throw punches,
to build Mc Donalds or stores
that sell expensive watches
to spit on a street corner
or to watch the buses.

To drag boots at night,
to drag boots all day
and get back to a warm home at night
or just stay.
Stay there outside,
outside of the walls
or outside or society?
To find beat up bicycles
and bring em home and fix them;
to walk around all afternoon
with your girlfriend and get a coffe
or a coke
and talk, talk, talk.
And realize she's not the one,
ride a bike,
through red lights
get arrested.
Go faster than the police.
Ride on the same road
everyday, in the summer sun,
wear two pair of gloves cause it got colder,
see the same dead pigeon.

Where do the streets lead?
the streets of Dijon, of Venice Beach
of San Francisco, of Winston Salem
of Lyon or San Diego
maybe to cul-de-sacs
maybe all to Rome
maybe to roam.



Commencé à 03h32, fini à 03h54.
burn, burn, burn