Take out the bottles and glasses, cigarettes and lighters
Take out the pens and notebooks
Take out the candles and wake up the spirits, heat up the machines
Turn up the bass, start shout the kicks, blast the snares the night is going to be long old brother
Old brother again tonight I'm calling you for backup
The time has come again to soak the rags in paraffin and go down to the bottom of the mine
To do this thing that we have learned to do over the years for all the time we have been riding together
Poaching words just to move forward
Bare everything before putting what is in our hearts on the instrument
Our quests, our frustrations, our dreams and our experiences
Without unsaid, without compromise, without ever stretching our ass or spreading our buttocks
Wonky it doesn't matter, wobbly it's very good
But keep me away from my petty desires
I know we have to put that in the closet otherwise it's fucked
We can't jerk off, a XXX of the worlds and always build and smoke
Even if sometimes I can see that it's is complicated
We are not out of the woods yet, there is still work to be done, there is still a lot to do
We owe it to ourselves to work, at the end of the tunnel with all our anger until we go to bed like masses when the morning comes to wake up again
So this evening we're going to get into gear, get the second project underway
We'll rest later, don't worry
We will rest when we are old, want brother
Today I look back, I find myself smiling
All these memories in such a short time
It made me made like a second birth
At one time I thought that my life was behind me
And if I had known everything that awaited me, all these moments, everything that we built
From nothing and at arm's length
And I'm proud of that, it makes me feel good
I think I'm happier, less bitter, less angry than before
More peaceful too I hope
Me who was good at not much at least in my head
I have recovered my dignity
By the way I hope to have benefited mine as much as I could
But it's not over, nothing is won, we may be safe for the moment but we must remain vigilant
And then we haven't said everything yet because we haven't seen everything yet
There's still some left in the © sponge, there are still some in our lockers, there are still some on our way
We have not yet been at the end of history, at the end of ourselves, at the end of others, at the end of the world , far from it
And we won't stop, we won't stop until it's done
We have this privilege, this torch that we can dip in paraffin
And we will continue to go down to the bottom of the mine to dig
Digging until we reach the exit, we spent so many years waiting, searching in the dark like galley slaves
Walking without knowing where to go, hurting yourself for nothing
Out of the question of flinching or going back
I know I can count on you old brother
How many summers, how many bohemian sunrises
How many storms XXX chrysanthemums
We will have hundreds, thousands
We will have loves, kisses

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