People, Bars
Paris-Upon-Sea
One night's drinks
Ten times too late
No more open bar
These good ones have a laugh
The Grands Boulevards*
Paris-Upon-Sea
The cowardly rain releases a thread
A mackerel sky parades
the slutty night casts a spell
At night, at night I go out
The cowardly rain leaves behind a thread
of sky, of net, I linger outside*
The slutty night
Deeply black throat
Casts a spell on me
Paris-Upon-Sea
Ski resort in the winter
Paris-Upon-Sea
Dreams about being a beach resort.
The cowardly rain releases a thread
a mackerel sky parades
The rain rumbles on atonic tiles
Bile is monotonous
Police sirens
and my mermaid* has a smooth skin that throws envious glances
The cowardly night
Cries over its hounds
and its backpackers, I go out in the evening
The rain curled upon itself in the harbour
like a larva, like a rag
in the evening, I go out
Some chatty assholes
Paris-Upon-Sea
the good ones never leave too late
Strange people
These good ones have a laugh
the good ones never leave too late
Paris-Upon-Sea
Ski resort in the Winter
Paris-Upon-Sea
Dreams about being a beach resort.
The cowardly rain releases a thread
a mackerel sky parades
The slutty night casts a spell on itself
I I hang around, I hang around outside
I hang around, I hang around outside
The cowardly rain releases a thread
a mackerel sky parades
paris-Upon-Sea
Paris Great North.