Roses of Rue D'islySins of Algiers
Mourning Rascal outlawing the runLoving Faster than a stolen gunTied naked to the sands, the ville and the seaMy heart pumped only for theeI don’t want to see your red eyes evermoreAside in my troubled reveriesI want to lick your pharynx forevermore Until the populace screams Blasphemy
« We succeeded in breaking their wall of shame that was merely a veneer of dishonor, their sticks and punches felt nothing to my body that was already bruised and maimed by life. El Mouradia is only a few kilometres from here and few pushes from there. Breaking the first wall broke our cowardice and opened a safe route to others and we amassed massively. They cannot stop us now, we are inevitable and unbreakable. I have seen the enemies of the citizenry and their hands of death, squeezing our country's final breath. Smoke bombs were launched from afar. Why worrying?  They have shields and stick and we had lemon, vinegar, power, pride, and god on our side and with this triad, we will bring up the fiasco they are born to avoid»
The Student and the policeman
Sons of Algiers
«Mad, you must see me mad; your opinion is awash to me as long as I am crazed by love. I welcome this folly that you give to me with great estate. Thief? Rascal? I did what others did and what others had me do and we are all doomed, but I do not regret for one instant the coming of events of this most splendid night. You should have seen how carefully I proceeded and how I found love in the most dreadful of streets, during my most mourning of states and on the most propitious of nights. Play samartian to the fool, champion to the underdog. So to speak, I am a hubris acolyte of love. »
Grand Theft At Rue D'isly
Sons of Algiers
"How I miss the days where the scent of alcohol lurked into my nose but not into my brain, with a drunk brain there is nothing between the act and the thought, and under this vichyssoise of beers I now veer the most verbose"
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