A rope over an ABYSS

Ce titre ne figureras PAS sur notre premier disque avec JOSE AND THE WASTEMEN.
Ni sur le prochain.
Mais sur celui d'après le prochain.
Tout est très planifié comme vous voyez.
J'avais enregistré ça dans mon salon à Paris. Et puis des fois ça me retrotte en tête.
On entend une ambulance passer en dessous, cool.
Et qui sait, mortel même ?
Voilà.
Bonne rentrée.

paroles par Frédéric Nietzsche

Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman- 

a rope over an abyss.

The earth hath then become small, and on it there hoppeth the last man who maketh everything small. His species is ineradicable like that of the ground-flea; the last man liveth longest.

"We have discovered happiness"

say the last men, and blink thereby.

They have left the regions where it is hard to live; for they need warmth.

One still loveth one's neighbour and rubbeth against him; for one needeth warmth.
Turning ill and being distrustful, they consider sinful: they walk warily.

He is a fool who still stumbleth over stones or men!
A little poison now and then: that maketh pleasant dreams. 

And much poison at last for a pleasant death.
One still worketh, for work is a pastime. But one is careful lest the pastime should hurt one.
One no longer becometh poor or rich; both are too burdensome. 

Who still wanteth to rule? 

Who still wanteth to obey? 

Both are too
burdensome.