Starsailor – Tie Up My Hands (MP3)

..Men who ran the company ran your life; you could have been his wife

It may be very unpleasant for a damsel to be interested in a man when this last seems don't understand anything. Giving the simply impression of what all her courtesans praises are only gorgeous and a friendly sympathy. Such an attitude coming of a man doesn’t mean he remains impassive opposite to things she could offer like an interesting contact she's a promising person even though he could be this man who always had the brightness of the jewellery reflected in his eyes.

The eyes can't help for this, however, for something better in this way since his hands were bounds, tied up by a strong feeling of being heart-stolen by another woman whom doesn’t quit to think and to wonder continually if she smiles indeed for him. Trembling, he also wonders: didn't she understand that the worship is here. If he must keep what he have in the hands since he doesn't have the right to hold the woman that he doesn't possess her heart.

End of day working, he takes the bus when back home while crossing all these couples who seem to be the geese hovering of joy. Their beatitude makes shining their reduced eyes by these infinite smiles. Hardly gone back, he puts his favourite Bob Dylan’s disc while lighting his umpteenth cigarette in this long and empty day while lying down on the side of his bed. This distraction hard and much coveted gives him a respite for a tick.

Even being temperate tonight, he couldn't resist more than that, after all these unrest that just passed through his haunted soul, forcing him to have a deeply, violently and no ending questioning. He always wondered if he’s wasting his time and these days like this last summer been stoned.  If she takes the pain to think about him the last morning where she saw her face reflecting on her mirror, does she speaks to this mirror as he speaks to his cup. How could her resist to her crying desires when she reminds that she's alone and the love misses. Does she really love him before? If he had to not leave after telling himself lies. Must he stay her eternal clown? Must he take a place here in front of his thoughts of her, observing the clock until the sunrise?

Oui..allo.. Youcef… c’est toi Youcef ? désolé.. je croyais que.. oh! i fogot to forget.. I wanna lie here 'til we've killed this bitter doubt