Luc Normand: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

I’m wasting the best part of me
on people who just don’t see
I’d rather be somewhere else
This is not the life I want to live
A little for me and then give, give, give
I’d rather be somewhere else
And there’s a turn that you turn when you learn
that you’ve earned a little less than nothing
And the ones that you love are those you’re
thinkin’ of a little more than nothing
And how do you make it come together?
How do you make it come together?

And the longer you wait to get going,
the longer the journey seems to be
But the sooner you get on the road,
the longer the journey seems to be
The sooner you start, the longer you wait
But you’re runnin’ and runnin’ cause you can’t be late
And the clock’ll strike whether you’re there or not
Get there and remember what you forgot
No time to think, no time to sleep
No time to make time while the seconds creep
Analog, digital, sundials, internals
Ticking and tocking sounds infernal
(Clickety Clock’s not my friend…)

Traffic drastic. Nice trick.
I’m jammed. I’m spammed. I’m damned.
I’d rather be somewhere else
Someday I pray I’ll say I’m on my way.
My time, free time, family time all mine.
And I won’t wanna be somewhere else
Cuz there’s a turn that I’ll turn and I’ll learn
that I’ve earned a little more than lovin’
And the ones that I love tell me I’m the one
they’re thinking’ of and they’d do anything… for me
And then I’ll know it came together.
Yes, then I’ll know it came together.