"Beau ciel, vrai ciel, regarde-moi qui change !
Après tant d’orgueil, après tant d’étrange
Oisiveté, mais pleine de pouvoir,
Je m’abandonne à ce brillant espace,
Sur les maisons des morts mon ombre passe
Qui m’apprivoise à son frêle mouvoir."
"Think I’ll up and move to Canada.
Think I’ll begin my story there,
And if the Prime Minister says he’s had enough,
I’ll go back to St. Johnsbury to breathe the air.
That’s where I met a girl called Josaphine.
They call her ‘Josaphine the Fair’.
She had ‘Manch Vegas’ written across her back.
She just cut off all her hair.
We shared a blanket by the tracks in Lebanon, New Hampshire.
I could not sleep a better dream,
But I never felt so awake and alive
‘Til I noticed my jacket was gone, and so was Josaphine"