When I was a dark goth punk

I wasn't convinced by songs that switched from english to french

Because so much lied ahead of me that I ignored

Not fond of disco, still, this was groovy in a funny way

I was a pacifist

The Throbbing Gristle composed the perfect soundtrack to my teenage years

There were issues that rang a bell

What was this shit called love? 

Divine was God.dess

I sucked at maths 

I could sing, in an experimental way

Still, I wanted to be a mother. Years later, an awesome reggae version would be much nicer and groovier than the Montehus’ original one.

Heroes would live forever

I was not alone in my head 

I was not careful enough

I was conscious being lucky that I had a nice beach not far from home