Celebration

There was nothing to celebrate. I just came up with an idea of having something better last night. I was too greedy and had the whole pack of sushi for 2, not mentioning the 2-person portion of Chardonnay. Luxurious night. While listening to Emi Fujita during dinner, an airily thought flashed in my mind. I feel nothing towards celebration. Simply gathering a bunch of people, aperitif and desserts, flooded talks, noise, laughter and clap. I feel uneasy in front of so many faces. Agoraphobia. What a difficult vocabulary.

It wasn't an expensive dinner indeed. Just felt like wasting the food by having them only by myself. It was a certain kind of celebration, which was just a bit different from the norm.


You do that Romeo, Be what you wanna be, Look like you're runnin' in place,
Do that stupid dance for me, Do that Romeo, That go-go Romeo,
I see you twist and turn, You look so stupid, happy and numb.

Be my Romeo, Please be my voice in this world. I can't sing the songs that you sing,
I can't find the gorgeous words. Will you be my Romeo, My go-go Romeo?
I see you twist and turn, you look so stupid.

Be my Romeo, Tell me all about your love, Tell me all about your pain,
Baited breath and rubber gloves. Be my Romeo, My go-go Romeo,
I see you twist and turn,You look so fuckin' stupid.

I feel just like a local god when I'm with the boys. We do what we want, yes we do what we want. Yeah, we do what we want.

Those summer days can lead to the bad times, The world gets larger every day, Yeah, yeah, those summer days can lead to the bad blood times, They left me feelin' stupid, happy, and numb, numb, Stupid, happy, and numb.


Celebration