CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : The Chase iii. Third Day
Third day
Third day
(spoken)
There are moments that loop in your head. Trauma distorts time. You don’t remember before or after, just the moment of the jolt, bam. And all the feeling gets smacked out of you, and you’re emptied out and numb. Moby-d**k comes out of the water, tangled in hemp and harpoons, latched to the white beast’s body is Fedallah, a dead, vacant blank. Water pours from his face, his mouth flaps open and closed, an inane yawn. There are moments that loop in your head…
The first hearse— the Parsee rides the white whale. But where is the second hearse? I hold thee to the last letter of thy word, Parsee!
And then the whale turns toward the ship...
The ship! The second hearse-- its wood could only be American
And whales aren't supposed to do that!
The whale smashes into the ship! It shatters into splinters; the crew falls into the water
Third day
(spoken)
There are moments that loop in your head. Trauma distorts time. You don’t remember before or after, just the moment of the jolt, bam. And all the feeling gets smacked out of you, and you’re emptied out and numb. Moby-d**k comes out of the water, tangled in hemp and harpoons, latched to the white beast’s body is Fedallah, a dead, vacant blank. Water pours from his face, his mouth flaps open and closed, an inane yawn. There are moments that loop in your head…
The first hearse— the Parsee rides the white whale. But where is the second hearse? I hold thee to the last letter of thy word, Parsee!
And then the whale turns toward the ship...
The ship! The second hearse-- its wood could only be American
And whales aren't supposed to do that!
The whale smashes into the ship! It shatters into splinters; the crew falls into the water
