Should I sort of bring’em all to Idaho?

People don’t understand, bro. I tried, but it’s the way things have to be. I can’t tell the whole story. I can’t explain all’n stuff. I mean, I can tell it, but it doesn’t work. Writing is ok, cuz words are just thrown away and maybe they touch a soul, maybe not. It doesn’t really matter. I’m already far away. But I can’t tell the story to someone, face to face. Cuz you know, if you’re not a moron, or not drunk enough, you realize that it doesn’t work and you just feel pathetic, in the end.
Though. Not totally true. I can tell the story, but I need a very specific instant in a very specific place. Could be, let’s say, during a walk on a long beach like the ones we get in the South-West of France… or a highway crossing Idaho (this is more meaningful for you fucking redneck :) When? At the very exact place, when the road has already been long, and I’ve just reached the middle of nowhere, and I feel the trip’s gonna last sort of for ever, and I think it’s great and I'm a fucking lucky bastard. The car is cruising. Then it’s ok, it’s the right time, cuz I’m nowhere, and you’re everywhere, so I can tell the story, and the words are flying gently and they’re telling your life, and all lives, they’re telling the friendship, and they’re telling the youth, and they’re telling yesterday’s laughs, and they’re brightening the sky, and they make me cry, and they make me smile.

You didn’t manage to walk on my beach buddy, but yeah, Idaho is a right place to tell the story. Yeah, Idaho.

Interstate 15, Idaho, (merveilleuse photo) par Plouf - C. par Jay (non moins) - Soundtrack : Arcade Fire