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la chanson de l'enclume
02:52
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Elle a dansé dans la brume
Au son des bises glacées
Et des bateaux qui s’inclinent
On l’a vue brisée.
Elle a armé dans la brume
Au son des nuages filés
Et des voiles qui trépignent
On l’a vue portée.
Elle a levé son enclume
Au son des langueurs passées
Des visages qui s’indignent
On l’a vue pleurer.
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2. |
hoover dam
03:33
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She jumped right off the Hoover Dam - Left a note sayin’ : « If
If the world was but halfway grand,
I wouldn’t have to jump that cliff… »
She rose so high up in the sky - Just like a bird ‘d have flown
« Oh, if the world was but halfway lies,
I wouldn’t have to drop like stone… »
« From up here I can see the city lights
From here I can see the stars above
In the stillness of this desert flight
Impossibles are true – like – “love”…
A body lay on this riverbed
Her eyes a hollow blue – that said :
« If the world was but halfway dead,
We’d blink to see it through… »
« From down here I can grasp the endless sky
From here I’m the world and galaxy
In the stillness of this desert night
Impossibles are true – like – “We…”
Oh the water fills these lungs with forgiveness- And resonates like prayer, cold and damp
God bless the ones - still standing - God bless the ones –still standing
on Hoover Dam…
God bless the ones – still on… - on Hoover Dam…
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3. |
s'geischterlied
03:14
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En chline Bueb wird stumm gebore
S’isch fiischter, s’schmöckt nach Schnee
En junge Maa hät s’Härz verlore
Du, häsch es nieneds gseh?
Es Meitli hät en Brief verbrännt
Mit em Füürzüg, us em Buuch
E jungi Frau hät alls verschänkt
Drum hört Sie jetzt -
Drum hört Sie jetzt grad uf…
Wo chömed all die Geischter här
Und wo sind mini Träum?
Die hocked det mit starrem Blick
Wie Mumie uf de Bäum
Wo chömed all die Geischter här
Und gönds no nöimeds hii?
Oder wandereds blind im chalte Wald
Und lueged hinderschi
Und lueged hinderschi?
En alte Maa luegt um sich ume
s‘isch muffig i dr Stube
Er wett es wär no öpper ume
Doch er füettered nume d’Tuube
En alti Frau luegt stolz derher
Sie isch nomal bim Coiffeur gsii
Doch s’Wägeli wird langsam z’schwär
Die guete Ziite -
Die guete Ziite sind verbii…
Wo chömed all die Geischter här
Und wo sind mini Träum?
Die lached hohl und säged mir
Was ich alles ha versäumt
Wo chömed all die Geischter här
Säg mer, bliibe die für immer?
Ich hocke jetzt bi schwachem Liecht
We ne Mumie uf em Zimmer...
We ne Mumie uf mim Zimmer…
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4. |
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Well, it’s rough, but the moths have been drinking, again
But their somersaults seem tame
And as all their hopes have been sinking, again
It seems the right time to jump the flame.
It seems the right time to jump the flame.
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5. |
au revoir
03:14
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You came without warning
You left without haste
So sweet the illusion
So bitter the taste
Au revoir
Mon amour
Au revoir
Mon amour
*
I mean, I don’t think we should – say goodbye
*
You sure brought the storm in
But summer - as well
You darkened my heaven
Yet brightened my hell
Au revoir
Mon amour
Au revoir
Mon amour
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6. |
ravine
02:30
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Nobody knows the trouble we’ve seen
But for our own Lord, over yonder
We buried the first born
Near the Ravine
He swam in the lake and
Went under.
Nobody knows the trouble we’ve seen
But for our own Lord, over yonder
We buried the second
Near the Ravine
But bones on his cheeks
From the hunger.
The grief and the pocks and the shortness of breath
Beneath those rocks our own valley of death
Nobody knows the trouble we’ve seen
The trouble we’ve seen…
Nobody knows the trouble we’ve seen
But for our own Lord, over yonder
We’ve lit all our candles
Near the Ravine
If the third one’s to die
We’ll go under.
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7. |
give it up
05:01
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The elder lady took the train
With her handbag & flowery scarf
At the lone, deserted station
Like a cowering, dwindling dwarf.
Onto the clinic, breathing heavy
The sun burnt scars into the ground
Face down at the great, big table
Sullen daughter made no sound.
These long corridors at the hospital
Longer hours scrubbing floors
Sister Rosa wore a wooden cross
Yet put shame upon the poor.
And the hurt down in her belly
Just like those arrows in the head
Her legs had turned to jelly
The mirror said: “You’re dead”.
Oh, why don’t you give it up - Oh, why don’t you give it up
Oh, why don’t you give it up - Oh, why don’t you…?
On the train back to the village
So many lonely, clinging farms
When your spirit’s torn and pillaged
Hope for blessings – count the harm.
And, oh, Father came to get her
In the carriage, brooding, tall
No word there on the journey
His back just like a wall.
It’ll be easier
It’ll be easier
It’ll be easier
Easier…
Back at home and all is different
November’s right before the door
The pastor spouts forgiveness
Yet puts shame upon the poor.
And Baby’s in the corridor
They say he has to leave
She’ll curse this love forevermore
If she sets her mind to grieve.
Oh, why don’t you give it up
Oh, why don’t you give it up
Oh, why don’t you give it up
Oh, why don’t you give it up
Give it up!
Give it up!
Give it up!
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8. |
blue pristine
01:36
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Oh, see my dove in this
Blue
Pristine
How it does sing
How it does sing
You rise upon the evening air
Oh
Fly, my love
Oh
Fly, my love
Move away
The sky is clear
Love is bliss
But love is fear
To hate one’s home
Away you move…
Away you move…
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9. |
infinite caravelle
02:49
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Feel the light in
It’ll bring you where
Life is burning
Shows you the way
Shows you the way
Feel the light in
It’ll caress your bones
Heal the distress
Of infinite sorrows
As we drive around
In our ’67 Caravelle
Oh, it seems we break the speed of sound
A million times
(at least in our dreams)
Feel the light in
It’ll soothe our bones
Feel the caress
Of these infinite meadows
As we drive around – drive around
In our ’67 Caravelle
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10. |
wild beast
04:31
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It was not a specific moment that triggered it.
It was not a particular chain of events that set the wheels in motion.
She just looked up, one evening, and gazed into the fire.
There seemed to be no point, no purpose to it all.
So she stood up, put down her knitting, neatly folded her jacket and placed it on the chair.
She wouldn’t need it anymore.
She turned off the lights, opened the kitchen door and stepped outside.
The air was cool and fresh and even the tiniest particles of dust tasted like cinnamon.
She could see them reflecting in the moonlight.
She nodded ever so slightly and took a few steps toward the river.
She said to herself:
It was not a specific moment that triggered it.
It was not a particular chain of events that set the wheels in motion.
She just knew.
She took off her shoes and let the first gush of water gently wash over her feet
She looked up into the moonlight and saw herself.
She spread her arms, ever so slowly.
She was a bird.
She was a fish.
She was a wild beast.
She was a wild beast,
She said to herself –
And smiled.
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11. |
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Well, we know that we have lost, when we
Can’t remember when we’d won
When all of our screensavers
Depict the same old setting sun
Well, we know that we have lost, when we
Can’t laugh about ourselves
When kindness seems so much harder
Than cruelty casually dealt
Well. we know that we have lost,
When we’ve got no time to spare
Run amok in shiny sneakers
Dudes on TV make us wear
Well, we know that we have lost
When all that we could gain
From these years of dull existence
Is this numbness from the pain –
(from the pain)
*
Well, we know that we have lost, when we
Can’t remember when we’d won
When all of our screen saviours
Just turn their backs and run.
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12. |
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En chline Bueb wird stumm gebore
S’isch fiischter, s’schmöckt nach Schnee
En junge Maa hät s’Härz verlore
Du, häsch es nieneds gseh?
Es Meitli hät en Brief verbrännt
Mit em Füürzüg, us em Buuch
E jungi Frau hät alls verschänkt
Drum hört Sie jetzt -
Drum hört Sie jetzt grad uf…
Wo chömed all die Geischter här
Und wo sind mini Träum?
Die hocked det mit starrem Blick
Wie Mumie uf de Bäum
Wo chömed all die Geischter här
Und gönds no nöimeds hii?
Oder wandereds blind im chalte Wald
Und lueged hinderschi
Und lueged hinderschi?
En alte Maa luegt um sich ume
s‘isch muffig i dr Stube
Er wett es wär no öpper ume
Doch er füettered nume d’Tuube
En alti Frau luegt stolz derher
Sie isch nomal bim Coiffeur gsii
Doch s’Wägeli wird langsam z’schwär
Die guete Ziite -
Die guete Ziite sind verbii…
Wo chömed all die Geischter här
Und wo sind mini Träum?
Die lached hohl und säged mir
Was ich alles ha versäumt
Wo chömed all die Geischter här
Säg mer, bliibe die für immer?
Ich hocke jetzt bi schwachem Liecht
We ne Mumie uf em Zimmer...
We ne Mumie uf mim Zimmer…
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emilie roulet & michael frei Vevey, Switzerland
A quiet and melancholy songwriting dialogue between pianist Emilie Roulet and singer Michael Frei (both members of Swiss Pop/Folk Band Hemlock Smith) gives birth to a profoundly moving and surprising album.
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