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Rating: I can understand my dissatisfactions, my frustrations, they are the ones that force me not to be as I would like.
Like every night when I head to the usual place, and yet I haven't familiarized myself well with the road, every night is to be discovered and I remember it when the car gets so hot, the air enters through the window, I drive like crazy, I don't care and head to the parts of the area I love, often that square, I stay inside, I've definitely drunk too much, that beer has a particular power, it leaves a strange film on the palate and sometimes the breath is so annoying that I end up alone, now I can be at peace, yes, I can think about not wanting to be a little office worker, to leave a mark whenever I can, the happiness makes me scream so loud that I feel like a masterpiece, sound waves in the night.
A voice comes out of the radio, it sounds like one of those damn journalists, telling me that when certain names are mentioned, we shouldn't think about all this musical superficiality, the beautiful faces, the beautiful bodies, and their moves. Here, if I were to reinterpret that voice, if I were to transform it into consolation, I would choose this work to help me, it reminds me so much of the air on those evenings...
Maybe we need to respect other musicians, but there are waves and waves, damn it! And it's not the same thing, do you have any idea what it means to caress people's senses with a sound? You don't get it... Let me explain, the people I see outside the window, they run in the morning and when that cold drops, that air on the grass I love to caress, they become lethal, but you have nothing to fear, little one...
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