1. |
Ici. (for Motor City)
04:18
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Ici.
(for Motor City)
Well I don't know
'bout you over here,
they're dancing in the street,
swinging, swaying,
records playing.
Rockets, moon shots
spend it on the have nots
come uptown
to my tenement
here where folks
don't pay much rent.
If you should lose me
(Can't forget the Motor City)
you'd lose a good thing
(Make me want to holler)
The best things in life are free
(Can't forget the Motor City)
You really got a hold on me.
Remember the day
I set you free
I told you,
you could always count on me.
Oh please forgive me,
yes, I know I was wrong,
but now, I know,
yeah honey,
my place is at home.
You gonna want
my love someday
You know you took my love
and threw it away
It doesn't matter,
the world is sweet,
my love's alive,
it's at your feet.
If you should lose me
(Can't forget the Motor City)
you'd lose a good thing
(Make me want to holler)
The best things in life are free
(Can't forget the Motor City)
You really got a hold on me.
People say
believe half of what you see
but you can give it
to the birds and bees.
My love is alive,
way down in my heart
but honey, honey,
we're still miles apart.
Maia Gianakos / S.A.
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2. |
Blue Time
05:03
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Blue Time
Now you’re gone my melody maker
And all you left me with
is the clicking sound
of your heels walking away from me
Hon’ they told me you will be the neck my head
rests on
Oh yeah they told me you will be the one who
plays me
Oh honey they told me you will break my brittle
neck
This is the sound of your leaving
Your steps are the time keeper
of these lonely hours
and the only static pulse that’s backing me
Oh honey they told me you will travel on in time
Oh and often they told me you will leave me
behind
Now I’m out of tune thinking you’d stop the time
for us
I hang down my head in longing
And while time is passing
and you are leaving
I’m stuck here as a backseat passenger of time
Clara Meister / S.A.
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3. |
Hours
02:19
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Hours
This is instrumental
This is instrumental
This is instrumental
This is instrumental
This is instrumental
This is instrumental
This is instrumental
This is instrumental
(Repeat)
Tom Morton / S.A.
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4. |
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Vice de Forme
(A touch of curare)
When squares leave circles
They all lose their cliques
Coteries, crews, and gangs
That loose talk with no band
Later starts to spiral
All circles leave the square
Just beyond the verge of …
Breath fresh air, take time off
Speed! In a haste, roll over
Quack! Regain the middle
Square in circle
Circles in squares
When circles go square
Do they see a squire?
Or a cuarle, or a scire?
Squares in a circle
Make no circlesquares!
When a square goes around
Does it catch on four sides?
For the price of two pounds
Before the eyes of a squirrel
It never makes a circle!
Square and circle
Circles and squares
The circle goes aside
So does the square on its side
If they lean, rest apart
A square and a circle
What plays the middle-part?
Jean-Pascal Flavien / S.A.
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L’Humour Noir
(Turned Out, Stitched In, Cast Off)
A ship, a vessel - without bow,
Minus helm, rudder and prow.
Run aground, run amok, put about,
With insides royally turned out.
Take this hammer,
Take it to the wheelhouse,
Take this hammer,
Take it to the wheelhouse,
Take this hammer,
Take it to the wheelhouse.
Tell the captain I’m gone – oh,
Tell him I’m gone.
Swathe me twice,
In common sailcloth,
Swathe me twice,
In common sailcloth,
Swathe me twice,
In common sailcloth.
Threads of coloured braid -
For to stitch.
Weigh me down,
With heavy anchor chain,
Weigh me down,
With heavy anchor chain,
Weigh me down,
With heavy anchor chain.
100 links – oh,
100 Iinks.
Fire the volley,
From a single rifle,
Fire the volley,
From a single rifle,
Fire the volley,
From a single rifle.
Load 3 rounds – oh,
3 blank rounds.
Cast me off,
Smooth and easy,
Cast me off,
Smooth and easy,
Cast me off,
Smooth and easy.
Splash of silver spray -
As I pass by.
Mark my grave,
With a seabed anchor,
Mark my grave,
With a seabed anchor,
Mark my grave,
With a seabed anchor.
At this lonely spot -
Where I’m bound.
Shoals off the escarpment,
Shine like diamonds,
Shoals off the escarpment,
Shine like diamonds,
Shoals off the escarpment,
Shine like diamonds.
From the deep abyss -
The deep abyss.
Michael Stevenson / S.A.
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6. |
Black Spirit
03:27
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Black Spirit
Hidden behind secret alcoves,
They wore black velvet clothes
And savoured these substances
That make you whisper "for ever"
They pronounced words of magic
With mysterious mimicries
On their black kohl painted eyelids
Mistake mistake mistake
Said a passing by guy
He was playing the panpipe
You know the sort of guy
And no one listened, no one listened
They used symbols as jewels
And colours as symbols
They bent on smooth carpeted floors
Searching for a voice to adore
They installed mirrors walls
Everywhere in the world
And black enhanced curtains
So that the night would never end
(Chorus)
They decorated their quotations
With no sense of absolute corruption
They believed in the delicacy
Of the various shades of joy and fancy
They draped themselves in leather
Velcro, stretch, silk and whatever
Would emphasize their deviant manners
(Chorus)
He said you won't be esoteric
If you despise the authentic
He said the original formula
May not be locked in the dogma
He said he'd possibly left something
Somewhere in the system of things
And no one listened, no one listened
Lili Reynaud Dewar / S.A.
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Vice de Forme
(…I Know brother)
the first technician was a
prehistoric man in sterile lab coat saying
‘if only it can be produced in quantity!’
you know, and I know brother,
every particle is connected to another
the second a dot of brilliant light
caught in the screaming lunch whistle
at Nuclear Artistic Handicrafts Incorporated
you know, and I know brother
every particle is connected to another
the third his academy-fostered fantasies
which seemed to work as promised
at least until the sluice gates opened
you know, and I know brother
every particle is connected to another
the last was a room-sized console clicking
while on the distant coastline his buildings
were vast shell-white bowling balls and pins
you know, and I know brother
every particle is connected to another
Mick Peter / S.A.
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8. |
Ici. (yeah right)
03:29
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Ici.
(yeah right)
i am a passing torrent
your beautiful features
r a violent stream
my melted longing
wrapped against your soul
is a senseless
touch
your angled gaze
is the shifting ground
of your open mouth
a huddled mess
i am spaced out
beneath your hips
i see the sky
deflected
over clouded strips
me (softly)
i am mindless and unbreakable
(yeah right).
Olivia Dunbar / S.A.
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