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CURRENT OCCUPATION

CURRENT OCCUPATION

For the first time ever, during this trip I dared put AUTHOR as my occupation in the space allotted on the immigration form. Sure, I wrote a wee book but that doesn’t make me a writer, I know that. Just like putting out an EP last summer doesn’t make me Robin Thicke. Still, it was rather thrilling to switch from mere designer, a detour profession I’m not quite sure how I got into, to something that feels more personal, more meaningful, especially at my current age, 45 years of age…

Which is why I thought this might be the perfect forum to share a song demo (emphasis on demo) that I finished just before leaving. It is a song I wrote for all of us travelers. It is the first of many I intend to write on the road, one song per country, sampling the streets as I hear them, and recording them at the end of the journey, in NYC, proper versions of what I will have both captured and imagined.

We Travel, the prologue if you will, is sung by my very talented brother Maxime and is meant to be a warning to all earth wanderers NOT to get lost in the guidebooks and selfies and instead look out and lose themselves

Here are the lyrics so you can follow along:

You can run,
You can hide,
You can go nowhere.

It’s a mess,
You can’t rest,
It’s not even fair.

With my thoughts,
I got lots,
No one even cares.

I can’t run,
I can’t hide,
I can’t go nowhere.

We travel
From place to place.
We travel,
But we don’t even see the world.
We travel
With our eyes closed.
We travel,
Waiting to be called.

The people,
Their stories,
We don’t understand.

We don’t try,
We don’t do,
We just overspend.

It’s easier
To get lost,
Just don’t make a plan.

Memories
We don’t make
Are just second-hand.

We travel
From place to place.
We travel,
But we don’t even see the world.
We travel
With our eyes closed.
We travel,
waiting to be called.
Gotta see everything,
Gotta hear every sound,
Gotta meet everyone
And better be thankful.

Gotta feel every wound,
Gotta touch every stone,
Gotta walk every path,
I want to see, I want to travel.

What we hear,
What we see,
Is it even real?

(Do we) let the guides,
The websites
Tell us how to feel?

We won’t know
Till we try
Then it is revealed.

We discover ourselves
You know that’s the deal.

We travel
From place to place.
We travel,
But we don’t even see the world.
We travel
with our eyes closed.
We travel,
Waiting to be called.

Gotta see everything,
Gotta hear every sound,
Gotta meet everyone
And better be thankful.

Gotta feel every wound,
Gotta touch every stone,
Gotta walk every path,
I want to see, I want to travel.

Hope you enjoyed that. See you soon around the bends!

6 Comments Leave a reply

  1. Patrick
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    It’s great that you will be writing songs, poems, anectodes, and chronicals during your travels. Traveling is the most rewarding educating experience one can have. And exposing Zoel and Leeloo to it, will be forever cherished by them. I’ll look foward to future postings.
    We love you all. Patrick! Mónica, Nicole, Nyah, Naomi!

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  2. Gary
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    I’m so excited to follow your adventures here. I hope we hear from Gina, Zoel, & Leeloo along the way too. Love the song, love you guys, happy trails!

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  3. Daisy A.
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    What Leeloo said.

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  4. LeEloo
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    i love the song!

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    • Leeloo
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      Stef you good at writing the lyrics and Maxime is good at singing the song.

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