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Decomposition
02:17
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A blue lion eats a dirty berry hears old sounds shake soothing dreams
A blue light hits a dirty ruby sees old hounds break soothing beams
A dying man reaches a wild sea
A dying man wishes for a warmer sea
A worthy man reaches a calm sea
A green lion eats a foggy berry hears wooden sounds shake desperate dreams
A blue light hits a silent ruby sees hidden hounds break solid beams
A dying flame reaches a wild bee
A frail flame stretches to a brave bee
A pale lion eats a bitter berry hears deep sounds shake different dreams
A green light hits a falling ruby sees dead hounds break magic beams
A dying idea reaches a wild enemy
A stable idea banishes a lost enemy
A standing man vanishes in a warm sea
A weak lion eats a shiny berry hears pure sounds shake lazy dreams
A pale light hits a quiet ruby sees free hounds break fleeting beams
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2. |
Former Lorry Driver
03:26
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Sofia Bolt - vocals
Steffen Charron - bass, vocals
Orouni - vocals, keyboard
Jean Thevenin - drums, drum machine
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3. |
The Lives Of Elevators
03:30
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Friday night, eleven, it is time for a smoke break. But I won’t be too long, I’ll just have one and be right back. You see I
Leave my brown jacket behind on the forty-third floor. And when the break is over, I can press the button
The elevator’s not the one to blame. Yes, someone will have to pay
Once a plane snapped the safety cables of a lift a woman was riding. Pretty quickly, the car dived - she was injured but alive
The tape made me look like a bug in a box I had a nervous breakdown But no one saw the cockroach They’ll find me dead on my back
The air was burning hot I recall and for hours I was face down on the floor using my shoes for a pillow
There was no egress from the shaft anywhere. Think what you want, it’s not fair
You’ll wait ten minutes for a train. But wait thirty seconds for an elevator and the world is coming to an end
I lost my flat I spent my money on drugs I searched in vain for paying work.
One night I walked onto an elevator and got out of it two days later
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Charles And Sylvester
03:11
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The river flows to the Northeast - It travels through more than twenty cities
It runs eighty miles before reaching the sea - Reverse its direction, what would it be?
The river is fed by plenty of streams - It only drops less than five hundred feet
It will stay the same, have no worries, if you break it up into tributaries
The donkey met a lion - so he wished he were a rock - The donkey was a rock all day and night
The kittens and the colts went searching for him - The dogs sniffed the rock, it didn’t smell like him
The river was once well known for its waste - calling it water was a mistake
It’s cleaner and you can swim in it today - but who ever thought of changing its name?
Put boards on the side, ship freight up and down - Or harden its surface and then draw a line
In the middle so people’d be able to drive - The minute you do this, the river will die
Sylvester on the hill woke up less and less - And when he was awake, he was hopeless
The nights grew cold, the days grew short - The winter winds blew. It snowed
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Nora
03:03
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I’ve got my cloak, my hat and my shawl. Now I should be gone
There must be freedom on both sides. You’re not the only one
Helmer overworked himself, at the office early and late. “Go south”, the doctors said
So I borrowed money to go to Italy, oh oh oh, to Italy
I’ve got my cloak, my hat and my shawl. Now I should be gone
There must be freedom on both sides. You’re not the only one
Rank thinks it is all up with him, it can’t be helped, in a month he will be dead
He’d give his life for my sake, says I can trust him like no one else. Yet I love him as a friend
The little lark shone bright. She is worth looking at, she was brought away by force
I want to go upstairs again, the Tarantella in my blood, let me stay one hour more
In all these eight years we have never exchanged one serious word about serious things
I have been your doll-wife just as at home I was papa’s doll-child
I’ve got my cloak, my hat and my shawl. Now I should be gone
There must be freedom on both sides. You’re not the only one
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No News Is Bad News
03:44
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We met in the heart of Brussels Park It was fated Underrated
Attracted by the colour of your scent I saw your silhouette I couldn’t forget
I picked a flower it was red as I’d wished
Intoxicated by your height, heat and smoke
Now we spend the weekend apart I’ve got nothing to worry about What a light heart
No news bad news call me I’ll blow a fuse You said you’d text me back here comes the attack
I found it weird when you disappeared into the bedroom with your perfume
It is logical I’ll end up in the hospital Everything fits together perfectly
Who is he? Is he rich? The guy you’re going out with Where did you two meet? Do you feel complete?
A message from you woke me from my sleep They’re so unusual Still it’s a giant leap
I can’t believe you wrote me that you wished to see me for a drink What a funny twist
You said you wanted to go past the city walls
A place where we could sit and talk quietly
I hope tonight will shed light on the past We’ll keep from going mad and try to make us last
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Henriette Pivots
04:06
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You rise at dawn to serve your man and yet you live but half a life
You keep his wardrobe well-stocked, oh yes you are the perfect wife
Your kids appear to be healthy and sane.
Besides, you never complain, you greet him at the door and wait
You want to kiss him when he comes back although your hair is no longer black
You are as faithful as Penelope
But are you always sewing? He’s gone, you suffer patiently
And while he sees you as a prying corpse, you know that he is going to feel remorse
A man came down by the midday train, took a cosy room with sea view
He had manners and unfailing grace, he strolled along the terrace with you
Most people couldn’t understand the situation oh oh
All their hearts were dry and they were filled with indignation, they didn’t know
She was so faithful she was so blameless. How could she leave? How could she flee?
It may be romantic it’s unexpected love at first sight it is a folly
Who’s purer than those who are easily led astray? The question is posed
You chose your own will rather than to betray someone with your eyes closed
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Aloysius
03:45
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She starts new lives every day every hour or less. Who’s dead? It’s getting hard to guess
She wishes she took better care of them But where are they now? She says she’d help but she doesn’t know how
And I’d like to go out Let me leave please I don’t want to catch this disease I’ve had enough already
She wonders where everything has gone Her hat, her shoes, there are many things that she can still lose
For a moment she won’t appear. “I go where I’m sent” but no one knows what she meant
She says she had the nuns on her back. She can see the girl but the grandmother’s mind is in a whirl
She was a nurse in the Indochina war she was put through the wringer she couldn’t take any more
The benefits of healing other people are plenty. It mobilises you, it drives you, it helps you hold steady
And I’d like to go out Let me leave please I don’t want to catch this disease I’ve had enough already
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Special Shadow
03:51
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Here, every thing is dipped in grey every thing earth, trees and air even the sky, the eyes, the sunlight, every possible ray is dipped in monotonous grey
If you only knew how strange it is to be here in this dull world without any colour or sound every girl that you see looks frozen into immobility
Suddenly a car is moving straight at you and people seem larger as they come closer to you
Bicyclists and pedestrians cross the street, approaching the edge of the screen and vanish somewhere beyond
But you can’t hear the rumble of the wheels, you can’t hear any footsteps or speech. It happens noiselessly, these movements are not accompanied by the usual symphony
Though all of it swarms with life their laughter is silent there’s nothing in their smiles but shadows cruelly punished by being deprived of any sound
All at once a locomotive rolls in, full speed, immersing the whole building in fear and yet quickly disappears
Three men seated at a table playing cards almost split their sides and look as if they had died
You’re finally disturbed You’re finally depressed Where are you now? What day is today? You forget and your heart grows faint your body needs rest
It seems this grey life carries a warning fraught with a sinister meaning your consciousness begins to wane and grow dim, your mind’s invaded by strange feelings
And one day these pictures will be replaced by others called “As She Undresses” or “Madam In Her Bubble Bath”
A sordid fight between a husband and a wife a fashionable parasite impaled upon a picket fence
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No Features
03:04
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At first I heard it and it was like I knew the wines that make you passionate, the intimate things about you
I wonder if it is a real choice. I like to listen to your voice
But then I got too curious, I looked for your picture
The face really was peculiar since your hair is darker
And signs of wrinkles likely betrayed it wasn’t you who were portrayed
He wrote and sang his songs the way I love, compared to his contenders then, for me, he was a cut above
He only needed to create a sound to have you believe he was around
But then I saw an imitation of what he could look like
An image is a limitation of work done with a mic
There are no features that can embrace such subtlety and grace
Oh no she missed it, she blew it so hard
She could have made it, she had a trump card
Over the phone, under her spell, everything went so well
She thought she would be able to guess who he was and how he looked when he came, she was fearless
He saw her read the message he had sent, he fled and never called her again
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Green grass hat ink apple. Sad face music clown girl
Experimenter - experimenter - let me go, my heart will give out I’m no longer part of it all
Hard head stone bread work. White cloud horse rock house
Please continue please continue. We’ve put all our trust in you - no harm will be done to your tissues
Are you kidding? You’re an actor, boy. You don’t know what I’ve been through here
A person like me hurting you, my god. I didn’t want to do it to you
Every time I pressed the button I died and maybe you were watching me
My reactions were giggly, trying to stifle laughs I really thought I’d kill that man
Sweating, trembling, biting their lips
Some were groaning, some were blushing
Some others heaved sighs of relief
Teachers were digging their fingernails into their skin
Or giving hints to the victims
Or stuttering or having seizures
I believed the man was dead until we opened the door, I said it’s great
But it didn’t even bother me to find out he was gone because I had accomplished a job
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I Was A Paratrooper
03:22
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I was a soldier in North Africa, did my duty there, projecting dreams and producing rumours of fame and grandeur
Yes I was at war and I knew my gear inside and out relaying news to my fellow fighters, paratroopers
How did you get all your medals and decorations? First a xerox and then a specialised shop
We like you, Sir, we’ve known you for years. If I could help you I would be pleased.
I’m a knight, I’m on the list of the Order of Merit. Don’t know why, with a different first name - oh what a shame
All of this quickly has to change, it cannot stay the same - The official gazette made a little mistake, I will complain
Word is on the street your ribbons aren’t well deserved. I’ll cleanse my honour, it’s something I must preserve
You are always dressed up like a Christmas tree. I’m going to be a red conferee
A report has been lodged, I know it has. I beg you please help me
My wife and kids, they don’t know about it, please set me free
I’m upset I was manipulated by him - I wanted to be someone, to satisfy my whim
No more flag to raise - no more flame to revive - All my story lies in ruins - I lost my whole life
I put a date on my calendar - I’ve got so much free time - no more handshake, no more funeral - only a trial
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13. |
Total Novel
03:18
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In two shakes of a lamb’s tail she said both are the same - But he did not turn a hair
“No one needs reasons to be afraid” is a phrase coined by a guilty head
I’ve had a lot of fun. Good-bye, and thank you
There is no better way
He said he was frightened by the sight of chairs - There’s something scary about their shape
Though they’re good pets by our side every day, they suggest that someone’s not there
I’ve had a lot of fun. Good-bye, and thank you
There is no better way
A writer can become the prisoner of the image others make of him - Did they want to kill the author?
It was a rebirth - He was starting again
With another name, something else could begin
The perfect illusion of renewing himself
No better way to say it
A python resembles an elephant’s trunk but a snake often sheds its skin
So he got a young one at 59, the age of his mother when she died
I’ve had a lot of fun. Good-bye, and thank you
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Son Of Mystery
03:02
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Slim, did you miss an audition
When you had to be a mortician?
When you worked for the Purple Gang?
Creating your own slang
Were you a truck driver?
Or a professional boxer?
Or a pilot during the war
Across the Pacific on a B-26
You learned how to speak a few words in Greek
When you were lost in Crete. From then on, language never caused you anguish
You liked to say "ovauti"
And most of all "orooni"
So without you, what would we be but alone in our misery?
And Jack said that Dean had seen you in a dream
His belly was all blue. He thought “What can I talk about?”. Your answer was in Vout
Nobody knows where you are even in this Frisco bar
With your shroud of mystery - We hope you’ll never be on the scrap heap of history
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Orouni Paris, France
A fascination for ambitious compositions, a strong attachment to the art of songwriting: Orouni’s songs make room for vocal and instrumental melodies with complex harmonies and instruments that are rarely used in contemporary pop music (balafon, kalimba, mbira ...). In Orouni’s music, the Kinks dance with Chassol, Belle & Sebastian dance with Dylan and Malian music plays with the Beatles. ... more
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