That thing about walking around in your dressing gown dragging your tie around
being with the family disguising ignominy
is fine for a bourgeois
that holiday that is expected and allowed
playing with the children of Saturday rest
is perhaps what it should be.
But my dreams are anchorites
narcissus with instincts of greatness.
I want to know the lands of the reggae
walking through Paris, wearing a ring in my nose
traveling to Tumbuktu, my space watching it grow
I don't want to perish without first seeing the sky of Tibet.
This monomania , eggs, orange juice
that autobiography
where nothing ever happens
and it's cool to speak French
I don't agree with any ideology
because hypocrisy is not mine.
I want to know the lands of reggae
walk through Paris, wear a ring in my nose
travel to Tumbuktu, my space to see it grow
I don't want to perish without first seeing the sky of Tibet.
I want to know the lands of reggae
walk through Paris, wear a ring in my nose
travel to Tumbuktu, my space to see it grow
I don't want to perish without before seeing the sky,
the air of Tibet.