Parent Kevin
Clay Pigeon
Sedentary Nomad
Here I am alone, in a big old house.
With my head down I try to nourish my ambitions.
br/>I'm worried about nothing because I'm afraid of tomorrow
Afraid of going to court because I talked about the English.
Where is it? are my friends? They are almost all gone.
Continue some kind of study or a new form of life.
Me in my head, I have to fill up to meet my needs
Don't walk, I climb the tower to see my way better.
But sometimes destiny I don't understand anything about it.
There are days that fly by, there are days it's stuck,
there are days I don't carry myself ashore anymore.
It's true that I have an unstable life,
I'm a sedentary nomad.
I dream of going to B.C. or why not the Yukon.
Take inspiration from nature to write some songs.
I have a certain hunger to discover a distant environment.
A sort of Gaspésie where my language is not a barrier
But even if I am alone
in an old and big house.
I relate I have the head to build my ambitions.
And if my security sinks into an hourglass.
I will pack up and go away.
Even if I leave, I will come back,
to stay there, you can count on it.
There are days it flies, there are days it stalls,
there are days I is more grounded.
It's true that I have an unstable life.
I'm a sedentary nomad.
Some days go by, there's some days it stalls,
there are days I don't want to know anything.
Despite everything I'm free,
I'm a sedentary nomad.

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