Old brothers
I arrived late again this morning
Like yesterday, like the day before yesterday, like every day for 3 weeks
It's almost ¨s 11 a.m.
And I'm still sleeping on my keyboard
I have my nose in the sleeve of my unwashed jacket
Which gives off a weird smell
I pretended to a point and it became absurd
I'm really an imposture
And today again I'm going to turn on the work simulator
To send bottles to the other old brothers and the beauties
What the hell am I doing here? Where am I going?
Is this going to be my life, staying on the same track for 40 years?
But I will never be strong enough
I will never have the shoulders
I can no longer keep up
I already have stitches on both sides
Luckily this morning it it's a little different
It's thanks to what happened last night when we were together
When we were together with the other old brothers
In the words in the noises the drums the echoes and the images
And that we moved forward without lowering our heads
That we were able to sweat and shout
Without constraints without restraint without fear
It was unthinkable to live like that
To have the right to release what we had in our heads all this time
These things which we thought no one cared about
It made me feel good
It made me feel good because it was true
Because it was sincere
Because it was us old brothers