L'agriculteur

I turn on my TV
To see what's going on
A billionaire's getting high
Leaving the atmosphere to see space
I trade his breath of fresh air and spoon
For a little drink on my porch
I'm fed up with all this concrete
I've got a craving for wide open spaces
I'm fed up with all this concrete
I've got a craving for wide open spaces

But what's going on in our little heads
We're all crammed in like sardines
In the big boxes we keep
The little fish has to follow its line
In the big boxes we keep
The little fish has to follow its line

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And screw it
I've decided to live far up on the hill
Live alone in a house
With a view of my reason
I'd rather be poor with my soul
Than rich with theirs
And if cash brings me happiness
I might just become a farmer
And if cash brings me happiness
I might just become a farmer

There are too many red lights in the big cities
I’d rather go green
I find more happiness living in peace
Than admiring myself at the bottom of a glass
I’ll drink the clean water from my stream
Rather than the dirty water from the Seine
Loaded with lead and history
That the surface no longer reveals
Loaded with lead and history
That the surface no longer reveals

I’ll go the distance to get away
To face the mirror
Just a second of truth
So my past can flow under the bridges
I’ll go the distance to slip away
To face nothing at all
Just a second of truth
To contemplate what we all are

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It's been a long time since I've seen
This patch of sunlight on the horizon
It's been a long time I've been waiting
For a little glimmer of reason
A little song in the moonlight
To warm this heart of stone
The big return to the essentials
The campfire lights up the sky
The big return to the essentials
The campfire lights up the sky

The melody of nature
Reclaims its rights over madness
It's all of life that watches us
That we forget over time
The melody, that of life
That we consume every moment
All our gains crash to the ground
And I've chosen the key to the fields
All our gains crash to the ground
And I've chosen the key to the fields

And screw it
I've decided to live far up on the hill
Survive alone in a house
With a view of my reason
I'd rather be poor with my soul
Than rich with theirs
And if cash brings me happiness
I might just become a farmer
And if cash brings me happiness
I might just become a farmer