Lyrics ready to set the stage on fire.

Backwards (~2 min)

[Intro]

The storefront handed back the keys, the neon is still flickering.

In my pocket, a green comb, one tooth missing.

Pedestrian exit (~2 min)

[Intro]

Second basement, the terminal is blinking.

“Where are you?” — “Right across.”

Cold Solder (~2 min)

[Intro]

The iron was heating up, the rain hammered the basement windows,

They said: « If it holds, it’ll take us higher. »

One Piece (~2 min)

[Intro]

An hour later, on Forge Street.

The laundromat keeps the light on for stragglers.

Under the Square (~2 min)

[Intro]

Six ten, the square holds its breath.

In the basin, a rusty coin rings out.

Piece Montée (~2 min)

[Intro]

Ten to midnight, basement kitchen,

A tower of sugar waits in its collar.

Whole (~2 min)

[Intro]

On the page, my name stops before the end.

I hear the syllable go missing like a door slamming shut.

On Edge (~2 min)

[Intro]

The milling cutter whistles, the curtain squeaks.

« A key can be copied. Trust, no. »

Due Wednesday (~2 min)

[Intro]

Four twenty. The little bell gives a tiny hiccup.

I push the door open, with the smell of the oven on my coat.

Two sharp seconds (~2 min)

[Intro]

The software loads. The kettle whistles.

You say: « Do we keep the flops? »

Two little taps (~2 min)

[Intro]

The rain dots the studio roof,

I wipe the mic with my sleeve.

Take the wheel (~2 min)

[Intro]

The metal shutter coughs, five twenty-six.

Lina turns the key. Daylight is waiting for its click.

To go (~2 min)

[Intro]

Five minutes to five, the shutter sticks halfway up.

The key turns, the oven coughs; we know the scene.

Payload (~2 min)

[Intro]

Five thirteen, the coffee tastes of metal.

The city is still asleep under my pale yellow helmet.

Two bowls (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two hours gone by, the market folds up its tarps,

We rinsed the bowls while the city chewed.

Two seventeen (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two seventeen.

The fridge makes its little thunderstorm.

The dark has holes (~2 min)

[Intro]

Eight ten, gym B,

the dome gets some air, the mats stick to our soles.

Track six (~2 min)

[Intro]

Track six, pink neon,

the sign says closing.

Both belong to us (~2 min)

[Intro]

"Dad, why is your name spelled differently here?"

She puts two papers side by side.

Gear (~2 min)

[Intro]

Three ten. The neon blinks.

The brass keeps the fingerprints.

The city in my pocket (~2 min)

[Intro]

On Wednesdays, you finished late.

My schoolbag smelled of chalk and peeled orange.

Knock (~2 min)

[Intro]

Midnight seventeen, the heater bangs against the wall.

Two knocks. I switch off the radio. I listen.

Not cut (~2 min)

[Intro]

Past midnight, the docks speak in a low voice,

I take apart the flash: a strip is sticking out.

For the record (~2 min)

[Intro]

At the counter, the files make a single-file line.

In his pocket, a card: « Oral — 14 h 20 ».

Good catch (~2 min)

[Intro]

Last Friday, empty locker rooms,

the siren swallows its echo.

Leave the blank (~2 min)

[Intro]

The doors slam. The hangers clink.

In my pocket, four minutes folded in four.

Where it comes from (~2 min)

[Intro]

The neon was blinking red above the green carpet.

We said « our song » the way we say « our address ».

Water trickle (~2 min)

[Intro]

Twelve past one.

The bucket bangs against the railing.

The wall sings (~2 min)

[Intro]

Twelve seventeen, the Rex smells rain on coats,

In the cabin, the engine beats softly, but still beats.

Signal (~2 min)

[Intro]

Ten to midnight, mirror ceiling, black coffee,

My badge says “backup,” the console says “tonight”.

Double knot (~2 min)

[Intro]

April, last Sunday. The roof warms under our steps.

Dad opens his biscuit tin: inside, bits of string.

The wheel remembers (~2 min)

[Intro]

The room opens its jaws,

the marble already knows the way out.

Under the beep (~2 min)

[Intro]

Ten past four, schoolbag thumping against the knee,

The little bell makes the neighborhood ring for us.

Tell me, house (~2 min)

[Intro]

Three twelve. The lock hesitates.

The lamp turns on before us.

Blue follows me (~2 min)

[Intro]

Three o’clock, blue corridor.

The badge thuds against my key.

The sky in the hold (~2 min)

[Intro]

Four seventeen.

The carpet starts moving again. Samira opens her notebook.

Beating (~2 min)

[Intro]

Six twenty, the square has its shutters closed,

Ada comes up with her gloves and her keyring.

Cast shade (~2 min)

[Intro]

Midnight strikes at the paper cutter, the neon blinks,

On a scrap of paper, I sketch a little better.

Keep that (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two twelve. The cracked screen.

I spoke. You kept it.

Open loop (~2 min)

[Intro]

Ten to four, the neon lights put on their show ;

I lower the blade. The ice does not protest.

Leave some slack (~2 min)

[Intro]

The sign says: tomorrow, last day.

The machine, for its part, has not read the sign.

No label (~2 min)

[Intro]

12:17 a.m., chrome racks,

The line spills all the way into the stairwell.

Honey has no address (~2 min)

[Intro]

The ripener hums at the back of the garage,

Dad sticks the labels on crooked.

Reverse shot (~2 min)

[Intro]

The wind bends the posters,

my name bends with it.

Before opening (~2 min)

[Intro]

4:50 a.m., the stairwell smells of soap.

Dad says: « Take your gloves. We’re going around the canton. »

The slit keeps your name (~2 min)

[Intro]

The lobby smells of paint and wet mail.

On the box, two names are still hanging on by a corner.

Fixed green (~2 min)

[Intro]

Three in the morning, the shop is an aquarium ;

A light turns orange. Silence changes shape.

In an even voice (~2 min)

[Intro]

Last train, black window, slips on my knees,

I blow on the words so they’ll last till the end.

Give me back the air (~2 min)

[Intro]

Six o’clock, the curtain creaks, the neon makes its noise.

I tune objects to avoid the one I’m fleeing.

Take the watch (~2 min)

[Intro]

Ten to six. The moorings creak at the quay.

Inaya counts the life jackets — and the miles she still has to go.

Under the paint (~2 min)

[Intro]

In the garage, the neon flickered twice.

They said it was the departure.

Little circle (~2 min)

[Intro]

Three hours in, the embankment has shut off its lights.

I have the marsh as witness, coffee as partner.

The little swim (~2 min)

[Intro]

Six ten, the chlorine stings my eyes a little,

The pool has kept the night under its blue tiles.

Low ceiling (~2 min)

[Intro]

Past midnight, I take four steps down at once,

A gift under my arm, the rain still on my neck.

Set the six (~2 min)

[Intro]

The coffee boils too hard, the window beads with steam,

Dad lines up the dominoes without asking why.

The Bill (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two ten. The hood hums.

Under the drawer, a receipt sticks out.

Drawer Street (~2 min)

[Intro]

The meter clicked off. No more TV, no more noise.

Dad emptied his pockets: « We’re going to take the city out. »

Emergency mode (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two boxes in the hall, your name in black marker.

My badge goes beep. You look up.

Azimuth (~2 min)

[Intro]

Four twelve. The wind scrapes the walkway.

In the lantern, a rumble persists.

Meaning takes shape (~2 min)

[Intro]

Four minutes before opening,

The dressing room smells of powder and hot cable.

Let the day through (~2 min)

[Intro]

Hail has pierced the roof of the Tilleuls,

The seedlings drink in the cold air through the wounds in the glass.

Pocket plan (~2 min)

[Intro]

Three fifteen, the lobby hums softly,

I fold a floor plan on the back of a luggage locker.

Top up (~2 min)

[Intro]

Five ten. The market opens one eye.

The coffee overflows, the till stays closed.

Present (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two twenty, the radiator bangs offbeat,

On the table, an old casing keeps its eye shut.

On the rebound (~2 min)

[Intro]

At the back of the yard, noon falls beside it ;

Ilyes counts his sheets, three, then two.

Perfect Eight (~2 min)

[Intro]

Saturday, violet neon, condensation on the shop windows,

I grip a loop — the bass grips the chest.

Trace me there (~2 min)

[Intro]

The wardrobe scrapes the hallway, the dust takes its time.

My sister rocks her little one; dad looks under the white paper.

The line keeps (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two thirteen. The room has the tint of aquariums.

A ticket comes out of the printer, without anyone calling it.

The lake, but better (~2 min)

[Intro]

Booth at the back of the lot, neon crackling,

two coins in my palm, Sunday wavers.

Half turn (~2 min)

[Intro]

Past midnight, the studio locks up.

The dry cleaner’s machine spins below.

Double (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two hours gone.

The key machine chews its metal.

The Sound After (~2 min)

[Intro]

12:20 a.m., the radiator bangs offbeat.

Nassim arms the mic. The city comes inside.

The Round After (~2 min)

[Intro]

2:12 a.m. The neon flickers, the tiles stick to the soles.

A dismissal notice in one pocket, coins in the other.

Story mode (~2 min)

[Intro]

2:12 a.m., the screen casts halos on the wall,

The tower breathes like a cat under the blanket.

Semicolon (~2 min)

[Intro]

The timer blinks on the edge of the table.

You told me: « We keep this between us. »

The Whole Room (~2 min)

[Intro]

The door slammed softly, the hallway keeps its scent.

Two glasses on the drying rack. I wipe one by reflex.

From Today for Later (~2 min)

[Intro]

On the roof, the sheets keep the heat.

In the room, the drum kit waits for its first sign.

Zero volt (~2 min)

[Intro]

Midnight twenty, glass roof, the city below,

My name fits on a badge; my smile, though, won’t sit still.

The cutting (~2 min)

[Intro]

In the sink, the cups make cardboard islands.

Dad trims the pear tree. I set down my boxes.

Net weight (~2 min)

[Intro]

Four o’clock. Cold neon, black coffee, salty apron.

The scale reads true. Someone, however, is cheating.

Ten minutes of August (~2 min)

[Intro]

In the window, noon rang twice.

Grandpa said: “Here, we don’t chase anyone.”

Without tracing paper (~2 min)

[Intro]

Above the dry cleaner, our sign glowed blue.

You rinsed the needle; I said “our” to everything.

Indicator lamp (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two forty a.m., deserted terminus,

the engine cools in little metallic beats.

I take the board (~2 min)

[Intro]

Twenty to six.

The last neon light ripples.

Not the field (~2 min)

[Intro]

The fence sings in the rain.

Same field. Other side of the line.

Promotion (~2 min)

[Intro]

The scissors go tchac, the clock goes tick.

Inès closes the salon; the tournament opens at eight.

Crumb (~2 min)

[Intro]

Three seventeen, the oven hums, the street sleeps.

Our hands were white and our plans were too big for the setting.

The next pair (~2 min)

[Intro]

The curtain comes down, the little bell hesitates.

Under the workbench, two shoes gather dust.

White lies (~2 min)

[Intro]

Three forty, the collar scratches out the headlights,

The blade bites silence, the engine does its part.

Silk strike (~2 min)

[Intro]

Pink neon on the rented shoes,

The ball is heavy, my hand knows how to guide it.

Without cutting it (~2 min)

[Intro]

The microphone crackles, the principal smiles ;

my name waits its turn on a folded sheet.

Dead zone (~2 min)

[Intro]

The park lights up, the rides show off.

Under the paint, the steel has its own way of saying no.

It picks up (~2 min)

[Intro]

At the back of the cupboard,

a cassette without a case.

Unlocked (~2 min)

[Intro]

Last slot. The players have gone out.

You keep the key. I keep the role.

At night (~2 min)

[Intro]

Last screening. The seats hold

The warmth of shoulders and wet coats.

The probe (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two twelve. The filters make the windows tremble.

In my pocket, a folded map is getting damp.

The right tension (~2 min)

[Intro]

Six forty, the mirror is speckled with steam.

Three elastic bands on his wrist. The comb between his teeth.

Allowed (~2 min)

[Intro]

Four twenty, the tarmac smokes under the lamps.

Sana adjusts her helmet; the day still has no name.

Not of the landscape (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two wobbly chairs, a scanner that stutters,

and our neighborhood maps drying near the radiator.

You walk me around (~2 min)

[Intro]

Six ten. The lobby smells of black soap.

Nestor waits, the leash between his teeth, in front of Sorel’s door.

Shared turn (~2 min)

[Intro]

Six ten, the saw bites into the plywood,

The coffee is skinning over, the gloves are already soaked.

Snare drum (~2 min)

[Intro]

Curtain drawn, neon lights on standby,

The night waits for us to wake it up.

Reprise (~2 min)

[Intro]

In the community hall, the light bulb hums above the chairs.

Dad greases the pistons; dust dances when he blows.

Bad take (~2 min)

[Intro]

Red light. Headphones on.

"One last take," you said.

Pocket house (~2 min)

[Intro]

The living room sounds hollow under our shoes.

Mom shuts a box with the heel of her hand.

Five kilometers (~2 min)

[Intro]

Midnight on the roof, the jars sorted by season,

You tie the veil under your chin: "We load the hives before dawn."

Folded ticket (~2 min)

[Intro]

One forty-seven. The terminus yawns.

The last tram pulls in, the rain follows the tracks.

The pulse of wood (~2 min)

[Intro]

In the factory, I could even hear the bolts vibrating.

Now, the tap is leaking without making a sound.

Just enough (~2 min)

[Intro]

The serger machine rattles away at the back of the workshop.

Mom says: « The wind signs no contract. »

No timer (~2 min)

[Intro]

Past midnight, curtain down on the crackling neon lights.

In the terminal, a red wire waits for someone to draw it an escape route.

Transparency (~2 min)

[Intro]

Past midnight, the street glows under the shop windows.

Nino lays down the tape, I get the white ready.

Air gap (~2 min)

[Intro]

02:08, the roof vibrates under the gusts.

On my screen, the wind knows where it's going.

Living thread (~2 min)

[Intro]

Five twelve. The cable sings in the frost.

The valley has shut its shutters; the radio, meanwhile, keeps watch.

Under the foam (~2 min)

[Intro]

Last wash, zero customers.

The neon crackles above the “hot wax” sign.

The flap (~2 min)

[Intro]

The bell hangs on. Three notes, then silence.

My daughter squeezes my coat: “Does he know we’re coming?”

Take zero (~2 min)

[Intro]

Cabin B. Two hours gone by.

In the headphones, my voice hasn’t forgotten.

Two paths (~2 min)

[Intro]

The night smelled of burnt coffee,

hot plastic, rain on the hoods.

Chlorine (~2 min)

[Intro]

The neon lights make moons at the bottom of the pool,

You place the blue token in the hollow of my hand.

Beep (~2 min)

[Intro]

2:13 a.m., the city turned the sound down.

On the linoleum, the neon lights make puddles on the ceiling.

Counterweight (~2 min)

[Intro]

5:12 a.m., gate creaking, black coffee in the thermos.

My name on the schedule, written tiny in marker.

No period (~2 min)

[Intro]

Six o'clock. The baskets creak,

The chalk sleeps at the edge of the court.

Lever (~2 min)

[Intro]

Six o'clock, metal shutter, the street yawns in time,

Naya pushes the door open: here, breakdowns get a second chance.

The lead holds (~2 min)

[Intro]

Glass cuts, lead brings together.

We used to say that about windows…

Tact (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two twelve.

The radiator thuds in the dark.

Go (~2 min)

[Intro]

Six twelve, the train cuts through the night.

In the kitchen, the butter melts without a sound.

Ball 13 (~2 min)

[Intro]

Mic test. The room ? Packed.

The abacus ? Chrome-plated.

It rises from below (~2 min)

[Intro]

The neon cracks. Dad counts the keys.

I count the reasons not to stay.

Delivered (~2 min)

[Intro]

Last ferry, pier number three,

the neon cracks. Vignal counts the keys again.

Zebra (~2 min)

[Intro]

The thermos rattles at the depot bend.

“Are you counting the stripes?” — “Until we get home.”

To share (~2 min)

[Intro]

The tablecloth sticks a little to the edge of our wrists,

The waiter drops the bill without looking at us.

A bit of night (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two ten. The rain stitches the tarmac to the sky.

Inside the tower, the runways vibrate under the neon lights.

Out of bounds (~2 min)

[Intro]

Midnight ten, the press hums softly,

Under the neon lights, blue ink licks the margins.

Unsold (~2 min)

[Intro]

Ten to five, the metal shutter creaks.

The market opens one eye, the neon lights look worse for wear.

The Useful Shadow (~2 min)

[Intro]

Past midnight, the greenhouse sweats on the windows,

Lina sets down a plan where the leaves breathe.

Not the image (~2 min)

[Intro]

On Sundays, the flea markets open at eight o’clock.

I wasn’t looking for anything.

Off program (~2 min)

[Intro]

00:51. The last changing room slams shut.

The machine stops; the echo, though, still keeps slipping.

The right trigger (~2 min)

[Intro]

The curtain scrapes the sidewalk, the shop smells of copper.

My daughter comes in without knocking, a bunch of keys in her fist.

Parquet (~2 min)

[Intro]

19:38, the folding tables bang against the wall.

On the parquet, confetti sticks to the soles.

Without pulling (~2 min)

[Intro]

The condensation eats the mirror, the tea cools in the sink,

Grandma sets down the comb: « Who wants to start? »

Reserved (~2 min)

[Intro]

The bell rings. The glasses clink.

Under the white gloves, no one touches anything.

FM Level (~2 min)

[Intro]

The sixth floor is empty, except for the echo under the door.

Daylight cuts the outlines of the furniture on the floor.

Two out of four (~2 min)

[Intro]

The train to Montreal, track eight, in twenty minutes.

You pull the blue curtain: « Come on, like before. »

Bent Street (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two twelve. The badge beeps, the neon stutters.

At the end of the alley, someone builds without a sound.

Air leak (~2 min)

[Intro]

Four ten. The oven hums behind the partition.

Clara ties up her hair; the sand crunches under her soles.

The break counts (~2 min)

[Intro]

The bell has the dry voice of garage doors.

At ringside, I tie the blue around his hands.

Tie-off point (~2 min)

[Intro]

The circuit closes at midnight, the neon lights still watch over it,

Maïa puts away the keys, not the times in her body.

Not your alibi (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two seventeen, your first name on the screen,

The rain beat on the roof like a bad drum.

Change (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two thirteen. The lease holds on one page.

The living room echoes like a glass being rinsed.

Very close (~2 min)

[Intro]

Eight thirteen, the curtain creaks halfway up,

A blue cloth, fingerprints on the glasses.

Make it spin (~2 min)

[Intro]

Curtain up, two hours late,

The floorboards shine like an old mirror.

Over the voices (~2 min)

[Intro]

The tablecloths fly up at the edge of the platform.

Dad puts two fingers in his mouth.

Done (~2 min)

[Intro]

Three degrees too many.

A muted beep.

Sourdough Moon (~2 min)

[Intro]

The bell jingles, the curtain falls ;

the flour still floats in the backlight.

Not a game (~2 min)

[Intro]

Tuesday, 10:12 p.m.

Two short coffees, a striped chessboard.

The last one standing (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two hours past, the neon hisses overhead,

The wax sticks to our soles, the city turns down the volume.

Second in hand (~2 min)

[Intro]

Five twelve. The curtain creaks.

The first bus swallows the street.

Not tonight (~2 min)

[Intro]

At 2:12, the screen whitens his hands.

In the kitchen, a child’s word peeks out from the bread.

In copy (~2 min)

[Intro]

The studio smells of warm foam and cold coffee,

on the screen: « forwarded to all ». Your name, then my voice.

Straight line (~2 min)

[Intro]

The workshop closed at eight, us, never before midnight.

The radio crackled jazz in the smell of rain.

No double (~2 min)

[Intro]

« We’ll pick up after the beep. »

The glass lights up, then goes dark.

We answer each other in light (~2 min)

[Intro]

The gaffer marks out a square of light on the floor,

The room is still empty, but the bass has some punch.

The ceiling lies (~2 min)

[Intro]

Midnight, cardboard badge, soles on the terrazzo,

The dome swallows the voices, the bass waits for its cue.

The name underneath (~2 min)

[Intro]

The curtain jams halfway, the little bell rings hollow,

Dad put the keys in the coin saucer.

Phase return (~2 min)

[Intro]

Basement B, flickering neon, the elevator holds its breath.

They told me: « You’re the one who signs. » I looked at the red thread.

All the way in front (~2 min)

[Intro]

Saturday, ten past five. The depot yawns in diesel.

Dad hoists me to the front: « Today, you’re the boss. »

Final clue (~2 min)

[Intro]

Past midnight, the neon lights make puddles on the floor.

You put away the padlocks; I count the seconds again.

By the window (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two seventeen.

The basins speak softly.

Loop back (~2 min)

[Intro]

Rue des Forges, ten past three,

A neon light blinks above the machines.

Not watertight (~2 min)

[Intro]

Ten to four. The ceiling blinks its eyes.

In the cage, it drips on the floor above ours.

Vocal warm-up (~2 min)

[Intro]

Five o’clock, cold metal, breaths at daybreak,

The barriers set the beat before the voices.

Split Token (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two coins in the slot, the light swallows our faces.

We swore it: the first level is the two of us.

My noise (~2 min)

[Intro]

The lock catches. The key turns once.

In the bare studio, someone breathes: it's me.

From the margin (~2 min)

[Intro]

The little bell makes its tiny copper sound,

He comes in wearing a jacket that flutters and he holds it in place.

Off the shelf (~2 min)

[Intro]

Gray badge, door B, bitter orange scent,

An elevator hums at the back of the locker room.

North in Pocket (~2 min)

[Intro]

Five twelve, the coffee steams in a chipped pot.

Dad unlocks the gate; I look at the platform on my ticket.

Dead Memory (~2 min)

[Intro]

02 h 51. Basement B.

The valve slams shut. The silence, meanwhile, records.

Three Tiles of Sea (~2 min)

[Intro]

Boxes in the entryway,

the marker scratches on the kraft paper.

Between two strikes (~2 min)

[Intro]

The bell is silent. Five minutes to six.

You already have your coat on. Me, I’ve got the key to the belfry.

Hold the edge (~2 min)

[Intro]

The shop is closed, the shutter sways softly.

In the red vat, night takes its time.

Swarm (~2 min)

[Intro]

Six ten. The roof keeps the night under its skin.

Amel puts down the smoker. Down below, the town gets moving.

The bottom waits (~2 min)

[Intro]

Six twelve. The gate creaks.

The chlorine stings, the coffee cools.

The next strike (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two in the morning, the conveyor chews through its boxes,

I badge in, I scan — and I keep a pawn in my pocket.

The wind knows our names (~2 min)

[Intro]

The garage looks out onto the sea, the door rattles in its frame.

On the workbench, bamboo, thread, and our plans in a jumble.

Clean crack (~2 min)

[Intro]

Past midnight, the workshop keeps the lamps’ warmth,

and the wax, under my gloves, tells no one anything.

When it cuts (~2 min)

[Intro]

Past midnight. The rain drums on the zinc.

In the headset, a breath; on the map, nothing left.

Under the sleeve (~2 min)

[Intro]

Carbon ticket, purple light, rain on my shoulders,

I hang your grand airs up with your coats.

Flush joints (~2 min)

[Intro]

Morning smells like wet dust.

Dad taps the windowpane: “Keep that one.”

Wick (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two in the morning, the docks smell of wet copper.

In my pocket, a carbon copy refused to fade away.

Forecast: sunshine (~2 min)

[Intro]

A cassette stuck behind the sideboard,

My name in marker, the ink has run.

Phantom socket (~2 min)

[Intro]

The hall closes at ten o’clock, it is one fifty-nine,

You put away your slippers without looking at me. I’m learning the new gesture.

Change (~2 min)

[Intro]

Corridor B, two hours past.

The machine flashes: « change refused ».

Departure in my name (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two seventeen. The depot keeps its eyes open.

A neon light snaps above the tracks, the rain combs the rails.

Beside the words (~2 min)

[Intro]

The clock swallows a corridor of neon lights,

Mom grips my sleeve instead of saying my name.

Out of format (~2 min)

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Ten to six, the workshop swallows the night,

The cylinder hums low, the blue ink follows me.

Four digits (~2 min)

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Two beeps in the corridor, the bulb that crackles.

Your text: « Open, it’s him. » The night changes face.

Keep a seed (~2 min)

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Past midnight, cold room, chalk-colored neon.

A sachet rustles between my gloved fingers.

Not on top (~2 min)

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Four fifty-eight, the depot smells of diesel,

Aïcha turns the key, the neon lights bleach the oil.

The dark suits me (~2 min)

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Tilleuls depot, two seventeen,

The copper heats up above our heads.

The yard grows (~2 min)

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The red ribbon around the fig tree snaps in the wind.

Inès says: « We sign, we empty, we don’t have time anymore. »

It stays on the line (~2 min)

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Two thirteen. The neon makes its little fly noise.

« Your call may be recorded. » The room, meanwhile, stays shady.

The roads in pajamas (~2 min)

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Two in the morning, the seat is too big,

dad starts up, the city yawns white.

The axis (~2 min)

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The sound system blows an old piano into the blue neon.

You ask: « Do we take the lift again ? »

Scion (~2 min)

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Two twenty. The neon lights make a rain sound.

On the door: « Evacuate the plants before five o'clock. »

Take shelter (~2 min)

[Intro]

Rue des Tanneurs, curtain raised on the downpour ;

Maïa sorts the bones, the promises and the pieces to redo.

Two-way turn (~2 min)

[Intro]

The bib sticks to the windbreaker,

the fine rain writes on the nylon.

Clearance (~2 min)

[Intro]

Last plane in, the gangway creaks.

Lina keeps her badge and her cards in her sleeve.

The piece comes back (~2 min)

[Intro]

The café closed at midnight,

we, we turned the stockroom lights back on.

Keep the spot (~2 min)

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Last screening, eleven twelve.

The neon buzzes; the room holds its breath.

Pocket fire (~2 min)

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The breaker clicks, the street holds its breath,

In my palm, a bit of wax, still warm, runs out of steam.

The whole floor (~2 min)

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A mattress on the floor, two ice cubes in a glass,

I put “welcome” on the brass doorbell.

Zero threshold (~2 min)

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The drill coughs at midnight, the neighbor bangs on the ceiling.

Dad answers without looking up: “It’s almost there.”

Too many beeps (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two twelve. The reader blinks.

A badge passes by. The lobby takes note.

Eleven minutes (~2 min)

[Intro]

You called me captain at the school gate,

And you let me choose the funniest way.

Odd Sunday (~2 min)

[Intro]

Sunday, six ten. The doorbell hesitates.

Moka recognizes your steps before I do.

The crumb knows (~2 min)

[Intro]

Three ten, curtain down.

Flour floats in the neon light.

My turn (~2 min)

[Intro]

The dice roll after closing,

I kept the key. I kept the time.

Good me inside (~2 min)

[Intro]

Track six, blue neon, the varnish smells like orange.

Inès pushes the door. Her wrist doesn’t respond.

Turn (~2 min)

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Ten to seven, iron curtain, black coffee.

A machine waits, lying on its side.

In private (~2 min)

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Parking B, Tuesday evening, the rain drums on the roof.

My father asked me if I was the doctor.

A meter of me (~2 min)

[Intro]

Four o’clock. The lobby smells of wet cardboard.

At the back, my stall has been waiting for three years.

The room responds (~2 min)

[Intro]

Eight fifty, the coffee maker spits,

the chairs creak, the neon light comes loose.

It’s rolling (~2 min)

[Intro]

Karting closes in twenty minutes, announcement over the PA ;

I booked the track and brought the whole neighborhood down to the depot.

No relay (~2 min)

[Intro]

On Sunday, the condensation rises on the windowpane.

Granny has set her bag down by the piano.

At the source (~2 min)

[Intro]

The red diode. The coffee sheds its skin.

“One more take. And above all, stay in tune.”

One more stroke (~2 min)

[Intro]

The room is empty, except for the door leaning against the wall.

Dad blows on the wood: the dust rises again in powder.

Two degrees (~2 min)

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Final session, the armchairs covered.

You come to find your name on a chipped box.

The latch (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two twenty, the landing smells of cooled soup.

The radio talks for a door that no longer answers.

Time in hand (~2 min)

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Six twelve, first metro: the city swallows the notes.

In my pocket, a pencil sharpened down to the wood.

The line holds (~2 min)

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The rain scratches the locker room, the ball thuds against the bag,

Mum ties her scarf: « Look at the play, not the impact. »

Featherweight (~2 min)

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Five twelve, the windows bead in the dark,

The coffee bangs against the thermos, the city has no story.

Two seats (~2 min)

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Five o'clock. The warehouse swallows our voices.

Two lukewarm cups. A boat that’s no longer ours.

Against the window (~2 min)

[Intro]

One forty. The last coat disappears behind the doors,

Under the tunnel, the fish keep circling without escort.

Night bends (~2 min)

[Intro]

Two ten, honey-colored neon,

The rain taps at the aviary’s edge.

Full blast (~2 min)

[Intro]

One o’clock ten, Rue des Forges, curtain half-raised,

I push the door open: steam, laundry, low bass in the engine.

The R rolls (~2 min)

[Intro]

The pot sings on low heat,

the phone waits on a tea towel.

Living memory (~2 min)

[Intro]

Under the lamp, the dust tastes of copper.

The curtain goes down. Me, I come back for my tools.

Wobbly majesty (~2 min)

[Intro]

The velvet smells of rain, glue and old curtains.

Papi cracks the door open: “You kept your magician fingers?”

Not set down (~2 min)

[Intro]

The lab smells of vinegar and rain.

Your marker writing: “To be developed.”

All that’s left is a sparkle (~2 min)

[Intro]

The lens slows down.

The salt crunches under my gloves.

I'm taking the stairs (~2 min)

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Six ten, the neon lights yawn at the ceiling.

The cabin is silent. I can hear her first name.

It’s holding up to the fire (~2 min)

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Six ten. The curtain creaks, the kettle whistles.

In the oven, twenty-four bowls await their verdict.

Not empty (~2 min)

[Intro]

Basement, humming neon lights.

The map stops at the canal.

Give me back the time (~2 min)

[Intro]

The drum kept spinning behind the glass,

Nino stared at his wet shoes.

Full-fledged (~2 min)

[Intro]

The bag bumps against my knee in the stairwell without lights.

In the box, dinner has taken on the taste of the trip.