Hier soir, c'était la pleine lune.
Hier n'a pas existé. Ou trop.
Finalement, hier n'est pas racontable.

Mais quand même, ça fait plaisir.

(c'est dommage, j'aurais voulu m'appliquer spécialement pour ce post ci, mais je trouve pas mes mots. Ca sera pour plus tard).

Think I’ll pack it in and buy a pick-up
Take it down to l.a.
Find a place to call my own and try to fix up.
Start a brand new day.

The woman I’m thinking of, she loved me all up
But I’m so down today
She’s so fine, she’s in my mind.
I hear her callin’.

See the lonely boy, out on the weekend
Trying to make it pay.
Can’t relate to joy, he tries to speak and
Can’t begin to say.

She got pictures on the wall, they make me look up
From her big brass bed.
Now I’m running down the road trying to stay up
Somewhere in her head.

The woman I’m thinking of, she loved me all up
But I’m so down today
She’s so fine she’s in my mind.
I hear her callin’.

See the lonely boy, out on the weekend
Trying to make it pay.
Can’t relate to joy, he tries to speak and
Can’t begin to say.

Neil Young - Out on the weekend