Alexandre Poulin -- La P'tite Rosalie

where we began, where we end is an album about a love that was real, consuming, and never meant to survive the world it existed in.

This record tells the story of a relationship that lived outside the lines. Not reckless. Not casual. But something that formed quietly in stolen time, shared routines, and a depth of connection that felt stronger because it had nowhere safe to exist. A bond built in the margins. In parking lots, late nights, borrowed hours. In spaces where everything feels more intense because it has to remain hidden.

The songs trace the arc from ignition to erosion. The rush of being seen in a way you hadn’t been before. The intimacy that grows when two people choose each other privately, even as the outside world insists they shouldn’t. What begins as warmth and certainty slowly bends under pressure, unspoken rules, looming consequences, the constant awareness of expectations that never needed to be spoken aloud.

This album isn’t about choosing different futures. It’s about being denied the chance to choose at all. About loving someone fully while knowing the life you’re building together exists on borrowed time. About staying longer than you should in something fragile because it feels truer than anything else you’ve known.

There’s no moralizing here. No defense. Just honesty. The ache doesn’t come from deception, but from inevitability. From watching something genuine collapse under the weight of obligation, reputation, and rules that leave no room for human connection.

Musically, the album mirrors that tension. Intimate, restrained, and deliberate. Songs breathe and circle rather than resolve, reflecting a relationship that kept looping back on itself, never allowed to move forward. Silence matters as much as sound. Repetition becomes confession. Nothing rushes toward closure because closure was never an option.

By the end, there’s no catharsis. Just recognition. The understanding that some loves don’t fail because they weren’t strong enough, but because the world had no place for them to exist.

where we began, where we end is not an argument.
It’s a record of something real that happened in the shadows.
A document of what it feels like to build something meaningful in a space that was never meant to hold it, and to live with the quiet aftermath of letting it go.

moments of gold, shadows of grey

Some lessons don’t come from instruction.
They come from paying attention.

Working Hands Know sits in the quiet space where change begins not through speeches or plans, but through care, responsibility, and example. It’s about noticing what others pass by, about honoring work enough to finish it well, and about how dignity is built when hands are trusted to do what they already know how to do.

This song isn’t about leadership.
It’s about readiness.

Because long before change is named,
someone is already fixing what’s broken.

[Verse 1]
He didn’t ask for more direction,
Didn’t wait to be told where to stand,
Just kept his eyes on the edges,
On the things most people pass.
A fence leaning out of patience,
A board gone soft with time,
He saw what needed doing
Long before he touched the line.

[Pre-Chorus]
Some folks look for permission,
Some look for praise or proof,
Some just see what’s breaking
And feel it calling them to move.

[Chorus]
He saw what needed doing,
And he did it quiet and right,
No banners in the daylight,
No names in the papers that night.
Just hands learning their purpose,
Just care finding its way
That’s how something old remembers
How to stay.

[Verse 2]
He asked the right kind of questions,
Listened more than he spoke,
Learned the weight of a hammer,
Learned when wood wants to hold.
Cleaned the place before leaving,
Put the tools back where they sleep,
Like the work wasn’t finished
Till it honored what it keeps.

[Chorus]
He saw what needed doing,
And he stayed until it stood,
Left the place a little stronger
Than it ever thought it could.
No speeches, no solutions,
No grand design or plan
Just the shape of care returning
To the land.

[Bridge]
It doesn’t start with movements,
Or a call that circles wide,
It starts when someone notices
What the world set down aside.
One door fixed, one fence made true,
One small promise kept
That’s how the future finds its footing
Step by step.

[Final Chorus]
He saw what needed doing,
And the work began to grow,
Not because he meant to lead it,
But because he chose to show.
And something in the watching
Started waking from its sleep
That’s the sound of change arriving
Soft and deep.

[Outro]
Jonas watched the tailgate close,
A wooden box set snug and true,
Some gifts don’t say a word at all
They just ride along with you.

Glow

Jonny West

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