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Opus of Prince Arthur and St. Laurent, No. 03
Movement 8, ("April 17")

I'll come back to the ants shouting and horns blaring
But for a venture to another bar for a bit
Where "Birthday" by the Beatles plays
O, the irony on this day
Of all days
If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be at that concert
I wear my CH with pride
As it shines over this city like the Batsignal
Gotham Montreal
Exciting, excitement surges through this city
And it runs deep into my veins
This was supposed to be the end;
My apocrypha
1124pm 1125pm
I fell in love with this city
Tombant en amour

"I love how you wear a jersey and it starts a conversation,"
His girlfriend says about the four people who have thus far approached
The bleu, blanc, et rouge
Je suis tombe en amour
Only French words sound best tonight
Series eliminatoires, Theodore, il tir...
et le BUT
I've waded through the masses
And she's put a sticker on my face
Cute browneyed brunette
I love Montreal
Je suis tombe en amour
Confused bemuddled at the way life has turned out
The ants celebrate their score, celebrate our score
Another Go Habs Go
My pen still bleeds-
     the line has gone blurry...
1150pm 1151pm

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I retreat to my spot
As the 363 passes by
And a man tries to break dance on the sidewalk
NY Mets, cap to the side, the gaggle
Of homeboys
The cops come up, the line queues
And my buds Chantelle, Guillaume, and Marc-Alexandre are serving up the lattes
I'm electronic and writing mail
Stretch limo with the Christmas lights
Evermore we are never satisfied
Evermore it's tight jeans and cornrows

My roommate from second year's
Friend walks in, long time no see
Girl after girl, I'm convinced there's more of them than me
And yet I run back to you
In dreams and visions of coffee creamer swirling around in confusion
Slut slut whore
At 315, the clubs have let out
Chantelle and Marc-Alex still on shift
360 Des Pins
Tabarnac my link is severed
A white boy wears Wu-Tang; what does he know about the ghetto?

Another limo,
My stomach is on fire, burn burn burn
Lucky Strike motorbike jacket
For his high lifestyle, modern solutions for modern living
Stumble stumble, it's like the beginning
Where is the firedancer
Street performer
Rally bandana

The 323am fire alarm adds some excitement
To the queue
Someone pulled it, someone is in trouble
But no firemen.  I would be burnt to a crisp
Ants marching
As the season returns, I struggle
For tables and chairs, umbrellas and feeling like life could never end
Like I am the King Ant fading out the colony
Watch me disappear
Cluster colony
Je suis tombe en amour

Hallelujah the alarm has ended after 10 minutes
It's always old endings and new beginnings
Those who enter our lives, and those who leave them
Like the newspaper man with headlines reading
"Off to Game 7"
Who approaches me at the sight of my chandail


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Dichotomy me
Love it and hate it but this corner-
    this coffeeshop, these banks, the restaurants and
    the ants-
Make my pen bleed for you