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The Rabbit
02:31
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Sirens
04:31
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where the sirens call I wear away
where the gales blow cold my features fade
by the wrath of god I fell from grace
now please let me rest beneath the waves
where the seaweed grows I like to laze
where the petrel soars I mourn my fate
for I have so many hours to waste
and it’s all because I lost my faith
so eager to explore
the ocean’s magnificent roar
I couldn’t ignore
all the sea monsters they come up to breathe
and hum an ode to the god of the sea
who took me to keep me in eternity
on my odyssey
when the tide flowed soft I set my sail
when the water stalled I saw I’d fail
for the luck I had was thin and frail
now I lament with the humpback whales
storm struck my sail it tore
my skiff burst at the core
1000 leagues from the shore
too proud to pronounce a prayer to appease
the mover of the earth and fruitless sea
I take my place among creatures of the deep
on my odyssey
all the sea monsters they come up to breathe
and hum an ode to the god of the sea
and I beg him on my knees to set me free
from my odyssey
sirens sirens call for me on my odyssey my odyssey
sirens sirens call for me on my odyssey my odyssey
Poseidon Poseidon please set me free from my odyssey my odyssey!
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Le Sigisbée
03:31
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au crépuscule j'entends ta voix
et mon coeur brule mais ta peau est froide
dans une nuit de pleine lune je dessine ton ombre pure
quand tu danses avec des plumes dans ta chevelure
je ne suis que le sigisbée
de la pâle reine de la forêt
tu me demandes quand et pourquoi
je te réponds au filet de voix
dans tes bras je ne crains rien non! même pas la mort
de nos tendres liens on t'accuse à tort
moi je suis émoustillé
par la pâle reine de la forêt
son d'un sourire me rends fou de toi
toi un vampire mon sang tu bois
et je respire à peine un simple mortel
et si je t'amène dans le monde réel?
je ne suis que ton sigisbée
et tu me rends émoustillé
ma pâle reine de la forêt.
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Wormholes
06:50
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beam me to outer space - I’m aneamic eucharistic
a wormhole to my escape - so unfaithful and vulnerable
from fresh clay I was not made - head on a stick a heretic
once freed from His embrace - I’m on a roll a cannibal
sinful up from my waist - thy Holy Lord be merciful
those monsters that I set free - help me please they're haunting me
first they'll baptise me then stoically
I will deny them the things they need
great red-headed lizard on the wall
brings news from the place where the devil was born devil was born
enter wormhole
then I spoke the true name of the Beast
to summon Him up from the deepest seas
once placed on my chest He never leaves
howling and drooling all over me over me
enter wormhole
so the story goes
gather friends and foes
before the wormholes close
enter wormhole enter wormhole enter wormhole enter wormhole.
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I declare it’s all over now
missed my chance to make it out alive somehow
you need room? dry up the mangroves
tales of hawks and doves
spoiled kids grow up drenched in luxury
underage slaves dig for diamonds in the heat
tons of frozen fish sticks and hormone meat
soil slips under my feet
so I proclaim the death of the last honeybee
(it's all over now it's all over now)
she drew her terminal breath so untimely
(it's all over now the last honeybee)
I announce it will be over soon
stench of elephant flesh decaying without tomb
screaming to the poor and to the tycoon
that I can smell the doom
battery acid stains mould growing on beehives
Mexico littered with poisoned butterflies
thought I told you but never mind
now get this out of my sight
so I proclaim the death of the last honeybee
(it's all over now it's all over now
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she drew her terminal breath so untimely
(it's all over now the last honeybee)
let us all mourn the death of the last chickadee
(it's all over now it's all over now)
someday its loss will haunt our memory
(it's all over now haunted memory)
down from the trees we climbed
treading on blackbird’s toes
talking the world-worn rhyme where honeysuckle grows
why are the lucky blind?
so they must stay morose
forever to lag behind
until the world explodes
so I proclaim the death of the last honeybee
she drew her terminal breath so untimely
let us all mourn the death of the last honeybee
(it's all over now it's all over now)
she drew her terminal breath so untimely
(it's all over now the last honeybee)
join in to mourn the death of the last chickadee
(it's all over now it's all over now)
one day its loss will haunt our memory
(it's all over now haunted memory).
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Turaco Song
04:06
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while I'm stepping over rotten logs sweating while I walk in the morning fog after a night of thunder and rain
while I get stuck knee-deep in the mud after being visited by river hogs trying hard not to go insane
while I recover from wasp sting shocks trying to dry my encrusted socks and the constant buzzing of the bees confounds my brain
my thoughts they run to you
does your alarm wake you up for a hot shower and coffee cup
while you're still rubbing the sleep away?
do you check your mailbox when somebody knocks and talks
while you pick your clothes for the day?
do you drive to the grocery shop singing along to French 80s pop
that the car radio plays?
I still haven't heard from you
and I wonder what you do
the world outside becomes a myth
with no news no voice no smiles no breath
does life really go on without me?
while I become a mindless wreck
that sweet fragrance rises from your neck
as your feet carry you through the streets
while I walk home with elephants around and I'm making a lot of sound to scare them away
while I swallow my malaria pill tired from climbing all these hills
and my feet itch from being bitten a billion times a day
while the clouds close over a sand so still my beard grows
into an unattractive frill and the fallen flowers on the path decay
my thoughts they run to you
are you enjoying a Sunday spent watering the garden plants
and getting a little bit tanned in the early summer afternoon light?
are you chatting while you stand by the Joan of Arc monument
making plans to go out with friends to your favourite bar tonight?
are you joking with a glass of wine in your hand to the sound of the band before making your way home happy and tired?
wherever it is that you go
in my mind I'm there with you
the world outside becomes a myth
with no news no voice no smiles no breath
does life really go on without me?
the world outside is not a myth
there’s your touch your voice your smiles your breath
and with you is where I want to be.
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Hypnophobia
05:27
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why is it only when I sleep that I’m forced to roam?
why is it only in my dreams that I’m set in stone?
punctuate the darkness with my stifled cries
tell me the true meaning of the words „good night“
foreign sights get swept out from my mind in the morning light
why is it only in my sleep that I hoarsely groan?
is it wrong am I deceived when I'm soft and warm?
thunderstorms and lightnings from a cloudy sky
why is it always when I wake that I must wonder why?
somber sights get wiped out from my mind in the morning light
sunlit time cold water cleans my eyes resolves all fright dissolves the night
tell me what happens to me?
tell me what happens to me?
when I sleep?
when I sleep?
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Rain Dance
04:15
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slowly I awake from a dream
filled all with wondrous sights
no words for what I have seen
canyons spouters and northern lights
hidden in twigs and leaves
I sit and philosophise
lost in a reverie
but there’ll come a time for me to rise
and I’ll dare a dance in the rain
when it is time to celebrate
someone new calls for me
I feel the time is ripe
this time I'll be ready
I’ll walk in with my head held high
and I’ll dare a dance in the rain
when it is time to celebrate
these tiny hands and feet
twitch with wonder at life
oblique realities
to be kissed and cradled in delight
join me for a dance in the rain
when it is time to celebrate
and now we dance in the rain
for it is time to celebrate
drop all my firearms
let go of all my charms
I’ll ward off all harm
no more false alarms.
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Alkebu-Lan
05:04
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I may be mistaken but I won’t dodge
bending then breaking right on the spot
hail all along on second try
speak of remorse then cast an eye
heads off on the chessboard surface runoff
civilians and gunmen forget me not
denials and lies be shot on sight
on second and third thoughts no rules apply
like fumes so elusive one step behind
the hands of a goldsmith and eagle’s eyes
lepers and drones and deaths postponed
illusions are preached walking on hot stones
raw tubers and cash-crops creepers and vines
since they kept my passport I am sublime
the sceptic of life beliefs so strong
rebellious young leaders don’t get along
light places and widows farmer’s demise
for lack of an answer landfills alight
lines and wrinkles all carved in rust
a stern face a question and I will blush
bauxite in a matchbox a planned decline
a wallflower blossoms uncircumcised
an eye for an eye pirogues on foam
rebellious young leaders will not come home.
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Bateau Ivre Berlin, Germany
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mesmerizing, and disturbing all at once!
BATEAU IVRE's Post Folk sound is created and expressed by Paul Kuchenbuch and Nick Whitaker.
Both are multi-instrumentalists with an interest in many styles of music - hence the diversity of BATEAU IVRE's sounds and arrangements.
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