BETWIN BLUE & BLAK (Marko / Marko - textes écrits en Nouvo Français)
His initials were W.K.
Was wanderin by a narrow gangway
In a U-ground parkin full of old cars
Look at his watch : was hardly half
Past 4. Nowt to do there, nowhere to go
No-one to leave, no-one to love
Just a lot of time to spend within the streets
By the subburb of the 40° district.
The weather was exactly like his mind
Dark were his skies
With drizzles in & out of his head
Whose vacuum eyes were turned to nowhere.
In front of him always temptation
At a few spans lust in his vision
But not even a regard for him
As if he was just an empty tin
That you throw out & kick
As if it was written “Toxic” !
Was gettin out, longin to be home
But very tired with this disheartenin trek
Close to a rusty cab, hardly a wreck,
Then hearin the horns of the police that come.
In a hurry he was inside the car
Longin to be home, longin to be far
But as the engine started roarin
The cops were there just behind him !
After a few minits drivin
Our guy was in the openfield
But the blue lites were still natchin
One second he wondered “Do I yeald ?”.
Speedin up to escape the pack
Careless moment : he missed a turnin....
Ejected ! Then puffin to the way back
The hunted man could see two red squares
Passin & fadin betwin blue & blak.
The settin was betwin blue & blak.
CLIC HERETO HEAR