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Montreal

I'm trying to get to you
To the cold and glass and pain
Cutting back on everything
Never on a passing train
 
Sentence scraps the paper
Could not be there to you
And built-in conversation
What we would never lose
 
I'm going to Montreal
 
I won't do what they tell me
No I stay just the same
Tunneled all the pine trees
Still play a wasting game
 
I'm going, I'm going
I'm going to Montreal
 
I was looking for an answer
I would never find in you
I was looking for an answer
 
I'm going, I'm going away
I'm going to Montreal
 
I was looking for an answer
I would never find in you
Sold all my records
What a stupid thing to do
 
Going to Montreal
I never had a clue
No, I never had a clue
 
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Pull The Trigger

Yeah, ey, ah, nothing
Pull the trigger
Ain't nobody gonna do it for you
Pull the trigger
 
[Francesca Frame]
Maybe, you should pull the fucking trigger
 
Pull the trigger, ain't nobody gonna do it for you
Pull the trigger, don't hesitate, just shoot
 
Yeah, why you believing the propaganda?
Why everybody sound like they want to be from Atlanta?
Are you the voice or the echo?
Are you the nail or the hammer?
I be talking while chewing my beats, I don't mind my manners
Choruses that fit the opera, that's why I need phantoms
I got my doubt at gun point, that's why I need ransoms
And I be handsome, that's why I got your girl before the money
Honestly, I thought I'd have 30m's before my twenties
But I'm cool with how it's happening
Girl in San Fran who wants to cross routes with me
Like a young Colin Kaepernick
Treat the money like a lateral, I'm passing it
'Cause my family's number one, never put 'em number two
Trying to buy a house in cash for all the times we had to move
All the times my mom cried 'cause she ain't know what else to do
All the times she lost hope 'cause she ain't know what else to lose
All the times I shoot shots 'cause I don't know what else to shoot, man
 
Pull the trigger, ain't nobody gonna do it for you
Pull the trigger, don't hesitate, just shoot
 
I'mma stay winning, I don't believe in luck
I believe that life's a buffet, better eat it up
I've seen enough to know that I'm really 'bout to blow
Never felt like an employee, always felt like CEO
Even when I stacked shoes, I was never clocked in
Yeah, I always walked out, but I never walked in
That's a tribute to my head-space
And lately my Devils have been Spanish chicks in red lace
Doing Brujeria on me for ten days
More like ten months, but I got out of it
If I fall in love again, it's probably with a Saudi chick
But I keep my head up high and my middle fingers higher, yo
 
Pull the trigger, ain't nobody gonna do it for you
Pull the trigger, don't hesitate, just shoot
Pull the trigger, ain't nobody gonna do it for you
Pull the trigger, don't hesitate, just shoot
 

Endless Sea

Ras! Aan boord!
Your ship has left the harbour
On her way to distant shores
May her arms protect you
When the gale wind roars
 
What I'd give to hold you
In my arms and be together
On a sea of hope we sail
Calling saint and angels
To guide you on your trail
 
Ras! Aan boord trossen los!
One look at you and you
Light up the sky and my emotion
Hijs Het zei anker op!
Return to me from the mist
Of the endless sea
 
I vow to be courageous
Not allow myself undone
A gentle storm within me
My vigil has begun
 
What I'd give to hold you
In my arms and be together
Though the waves have drawn you in
My everlasting love for you
Will keep you safe within
 
Ras! Aan boord trossen los!
One look at you and you
Light up the sky and my emotion
Hijs Het zei anker op!
Return to me from the mist
Of the endless sea
You'll be back from the endless sea
 
Ras! Aan boord trossen los!
One look at you and you
Light up the sky and my emotion
Hijs Het zei anker op!
Return to me from the mist
Of the endless sea
You'll be back from the endless sea
 

Imparfait

C'était midi.
Les voyageurs montaient dans l'autobus.
On était serré.
Un jeune monsieur portait sur sa tête un chapeau qui était entouré d'une tresse et non d'un ruban.
Il avait un long cou.

Il se plaignait auprès de son voisin des bousculades que ce dernier lui infligeait.
Dès qu'il apercevait une place libre, il se précipitait vers elle et s'y asseyait.

Je l'apercevais plus tard, devant la gare Saint-Lazare.
Il se vêtait d'un pardessus et un camarade qui se trouvait là lui faisait cette remarque : il fallait mettre un bouton supplémentaire.

Les vrais miracles

. . Le bon vieux curé ! après qu'il nous eût quitté, nous le vîmes s'envoler au-dessus du lac comme une chauve-souris.
 
. . Il était assez absorbé dans ses pensées pour ne pas même s'apercevoir du miracle.
 
. . Le bas de la soutane était mouillé, il s'en étonna.