Days like this, I don’t know what to do with myself
All day — and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel — to take flight —
And there’s too much going on
But it’s calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Don’t want shelter
Nothing to keep me from the storm
And you can’t hold me down
‘Cause I belong to the hurricane
It’s going to blow this all away
Can’t take a good day without a bad one
Don’t feel just to smile til I had one
Where did I learn?
I make a fuss about a little thing
The rhyme is losing to the riddling
Where’s the turn?
I don’t want a home, Iâ€™d ruin that
Home is where my habits have a habitat
Why give it turn?
Oooh, after all the folderol
Hauling over cldl stops
What did I learn?
I am likely to miss the main event
If I stop to cry and complain again
So I will keep a deliberate pace
Let the damn breeze dry my face
Le Petit Soldat - Jean-Luc Godard - 1963
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