Fighting mornings
Olivier Verdy
Woke up late, the sun seems awake, what a fighting headache
Scratched my sore eyes, scraped my dry throat and put on yesterday's pants,
Went downstairs, switched on TV, grabbed a mug and made myself coffee
Time for a piss then drowned my face into the bathroom sink
Feeling a bit refreshed, a look in the mirror reminded me how night was heavy
First cup was ready, no sugar needed, I fell onto the sofa, started zapping for some funny shows.
Violence war scenes injured people and dead bodies on all channels
Was I still lost in a nightmare? What happened to the world? What happened to my world?
No more flowers in the hair, no more doves in the air
I thought we were friends and I feel stabbed in my back.
I thought we would eventually live together and all I see is our past coming back.
Sickly turned off TV, hand on my mouth and run off to puke in the loo
Got naked and get into the shower, my body needed some fresh water
After some tooth cleaning and hair brushing I found clean trousers and shirt.
Put some clothes on, got some soda down my throat and was ready for a second coffee.
Drank the full mug while browsing Facebook statuses and twitter
Switched to my phone notifications to get the full picture
Violence war scenes tributes insults and cries on all pieces of texts
Was I still lost in a nightmare? What happened to the world? What happened to my world?
No more flowers in the hair, no more doves in the air
I thought we were friends and I feel stabbed in my back.
I thought we would eventually live together and all I see is our past coming back.
Apple back on my pocket grabbed a leather jacket and some cash.
I shut the flat door and decided to walk downtown
All faces were sad, all breathing fear and all stinking death
Newspapers all share the same headlines. All is dark, identical and depressing.
I could not stand it anymore, too difficult to hold the pain, to suffer for others and entered in the first house I met. Only there could I order a pint then its sisters.
Violence, hate, crimes, violence, hate, crimes, violence, hate, crimes
Was I still lost in a nightmare? What happened to the world? What happened to my world?
No more flowers in the hair, no more doves in the air
I thought we were friends and I feel stabbed in my back.
I thought we would eventually live together and all I see is our past coming back.
Woke up late, the sun seems awake, what a fighting headache
Scratched my sore eyes, scraped my dry throat and put on yesterday's pants,
Went downstairs, put some music, grabbed a mug and made myself coffee