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Coincidence
02:52
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Coincidence (by Giselle Cleres)
Let it be as it comes and goes for years.
I've made a bet for the love of coincidence.
Don't dare to ask: "Please, would you stay?"
"As a friend, I'm not supposed to", you could say.
Twice to chance on someone
three is magic
if I had only a for leaved clover
Twice to chance on someone
three is magic
if I had only a for leaved clover
Our city is small
and the world's too big
our insatiable horizon dies of thirst.
My back bends to the ground, my head swims.
If you go I fear no return.
Do I really twice chance on someone
three is magic
if I had only a four-leaved clover.
Twice to chance on someone
three is magic
if I had only a four-leaved clover.
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High gallery
03:13
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High gallery (by Giselle Cleres)
Long sidewalks frame our history.
Don't be impatient.
Trust in time
no fire escape brings us out.
Long up and down walks
talk of life.
Irradiant lines
play on your face.
Hear them laugh, hear them cry.
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3. |
Pitch-and-toss
04:20
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Pitch-and-toss (by Giselle Cleres)
Let's toss a coin for a trip into the blue
you've got to choose
and you bet I will lose.
If you were sailor, sailor, sailor overboard
I promise I wouldn't fail ya, fail ya, fail ya nevermore.
We're certainly caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.
I Hope that you don't mind to blush up to the ears.
When I kiss you, kiss you, kiss you it was tail.
But when I miss you, miss you, miss you I've lost the game.
I'm upside down and you take the view.
See nothing's on the line but something new.
Chances twist and spin and twirl and give the beat,
I bet I, I bet you let me, let me, let me close the deal.
There's more than nothing, nothing, nothing in between
we don't only live on air and love and air and love and air
but if, if you were sailor, sailor, sailor overboard,
I would save you, save you, save you evermore…….
two sides of a coin, two sides of a coin
two sides of a coin, two sides of a coin
Let's toss a coin for a trip into the blue
you've got a chance and I've got to choose.
If you were sailor, sailor, sailor overboard,
I promise I wouldn't fail you, fail you,fail you nevermore,
I would save you, save you, save you evermore,
evermore, evermore, evermore.
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4. |
Glass
04:30
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Glass (by Giselle Cleres)
Once you watched through a glass door
another time through a window on the fifth floor,
I touched your back a thousand times in my fantasies,
touched the space of only you and me.
Do not ever turn around if I may not touch your face.
Even when I you lay my hands on your chest,
my cold fingers couldn't hide my first regrets of
longing to melt into your kiss but then I feared
there's nothing left which keeps us safe.
Do not ever turn around if I may not touch your face.
We move on glass beads but the won't carry us,
thicken the bell glass that sits over us.
Paint the pane of glass 'til we picture glass is made of us.
Paint the pane of glass 'til we picture glass is made of us.
What we've got is much to precious to put at stake.
Too easy to let go, so hard to resist you.
How I wish to break the glass in two
better than hazy fantasies that won't come true.
Do not ever turn around if I may not touch your face.
We move on glass beads but the won't carry us,
thicken the bell glass that sits over us.
Paint the pane of glass 'til we picture glass is made of us.
Paint the pane of glass 'til we picture glass is made of us.
Mind the glass make it visible,
we are in danger to get physical,
the real touch cuts sharper than splinters might hurt us
when our illusions are only made of wafer-thin glass.
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5. |
Parasite
04:13
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Parasite (by Giselle Cleres)
Little animal circled around you in awhile.
Little animal's getting hungry you are as thick as thieves.
Your mind is swamped with dirt shed a tear 'cause it can swim
like an acrobat twists his body towards the wind.
Once you've locked your pedantic head
it will come to beat your heart itself.
Then forgive us please, forgive yourself.
It's not easy it might be too late.
Little animals are growing stronger inside your chest,
they adapt themselves to you
redoubled makes it good or worse.
Take a breather else you eat yourself away
or do you want to leave it to your fate.
Once you've locked your pedantic head
it will come to beat your heart itself.
Then forgive us please, forgive yourself.
It's not easy it might be too late,
it's not easy you might be wide awake
if you pass on everything
as if there's a last chance to start all over again.
Get your parasites, sometimes you look the same.
They turn your life around.
Little animal circled around us since way back
and if we invite them in
they may disappear…
Once you've locked your pedantic head
it will come to beat your heart itself.
Then forgive us, please, forgive yourself.
It's not easy it might be too late,
it's not easy it won't be too late.
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6. |
Some things
02:17
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Some things (by Giselle Cleres)
Something is in the air
too vague to love or fear.
Something is here to stay
some things drive me away.
Some things you'll never get for good or bad
some things you'll never find unless you search
something's drop into your lap
some things you take for granted and forget.
Some things never touch you
some things get through to you.
some things attract you most
most likely to refuse
some things you'll always sense before you know
some things you learn still burn your fingers
some things you try again and see
that some things stay the same and some things change.
Some things you'll never get for good or bad
some things you'll never find unless you search
something's drop into your lap
some things you take for granted and forget.
Some things change, some things change, some things change.
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7. |
Old trees
05:37
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Old trees (by Giselle Cleres)
I stand underneath this tree,
it rains rotten leaves into my hands,
count old, crumbled leaves
breathe out some gold with all my heart.
it's a matter months or weeks when she'll be dismissed from life
again, oh again it won't turn into gold.
Since I know how the smell
since I know how they talk
since I know how they look at me.
It seems that I watch their life
they let me see through their eyes
so they do not need to walk alone.
She asked me how I'm doing and how is life
but she loves herself talk most of all.
Still greedy, making money,
not forgiving but giving up on life.
It's a fight until the end they know too well
but they don't want to understand.
Dissolved in frustration they look for salvation
but this what they fear.
Since I know how the smell
since I know how they talk
since I know how they look at me.
It seems that I watch their life
they let me see through their eyes
so they do not need to walk alone.
I touched her hand and then refused,
morbid ways I would never choose,
the old works like a mirror for the young,
reflects what one day we'll become.
I turn my head a way
but her stories pushed me down onto the chair,
familiar what I haven't been through yet
that bounds me to here.
Since I know how the smell
since I know how they talk
since I know how they look at me.
It seems that I watch their life
they let me see through their eyes
so they do not need to walk alone.
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8. |
Cockroach
02:15
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Cockroach (by Giselle Cleres)
I'm a little cockroach like
with a big, big family.
I'm a little cockroach like
with a big, big, big, big, big, big family.
And I'm sure, I'm sure
we never, never, never, never, never, never die
get, get, get it off your mind.
I'm a little cockroach
don't you think
it's so unnecessary to be afraid.
I'm a little cockroach
leave me and yourself in peace.
You can't kill me,
wanna kill me?
Give me poison,
give me what you think I need,
to die, to die, to die.
Give me what you think.
Think.
I need..
Think
Give me what you think.
I need to die.
But I'm not dying.
I have a big, big, big, big, big, big, big
family.
Even if I die.
Even if I die.
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9. |
2 tickets
04:01
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2 tickets (by Giselle Cleres)
We bought two tickets for the sea,
Can't wait to lose your weight on me.
Can't see your eyes standing back to back.
We never walked easy hand in hand.
We left no footprints in the sand,
protected our shoes from cold and wet
with those green grocer's polythene bags.
We found four of them at my place.
They can't track us down
we set the pace.
The globe is revolving one finger step
from my place to the sea
where we gave each other free.
On the right hand burning,
on the left hand blue yearning infinity.
It took us so long to let us be.
Got used to see what we ain't be
Glossed over and twisted to make it right.
Two cowards hide behind a second sight.
Dawdling through the cloudy light,
bitter to know how we're gonna decide.
We left no footprints in the sand.
Said it won't be easy to forget.
You can't track me down
I set the pace.
The globe is revolving
a big hand from my place to the sea
where we gave each free.
On the left hand burning,
on the right hand blue yearning infinity.
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10. |
Kali's night
03:47
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Kali's night (by Giselle Cleres)
Calm me down, you know I used to fight.
Fold my hands and kiss me a goodnight.
Please, look twice, you know I used to hide.
Find me there and let me flow through your mind.
So quiet and peaceful
where dreams begin to grow.
So quiet and peaceful
when pictures fade in slowly.
Distorting lights, a world turns on a light.
No thought on my mind that holds me back from
regenerating.
Calm me down you know I used to fight.
Fold my hands and kiss me a goodnight.
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11. |
Angels' work
04:09
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Angels' work (by Giselle Cleres)
Angel heart's not like mine.
Angel heart's undefined.
Crafts apart in the palm of my hand.
Angels glow over you.
I hear them talk about you.
They take the sandman away with the tip of their tongues.
la la la la lalala
la la la la lalala
la la la la lalala
la la la la lalala
Angel heats aren't made of us.
Angels love no matter what.
Crafts spat in the palm of our hands.
Angel heart's not like mine
Angels stay on the sideline.
They prick your nose, it is true
while I'm thinking of you.
la la la la lalala
la la la la lalala
la la la la lalala
la la la la lalala
They save your memories,
good and bad memories,
idealized memories,
fool your heart.
Have you met any saints,
or uncaught hypocrits?
what do you think you are?
One whose god rests his soul,
waiting for your company,
lonely heart, lonely fool,
hosts of angels everywhere,
let them closer and get them here.
la la la la lalala
la la la la lalala
la la la la lalala
la la la la lalala
Angel heart's not like mine.
Angel heart's undefined.
Crafts apart in the palm of my hand.
Angels glow over you.
I hear them talk about you.
They prick your nose it is true,
it is true, it is true
while I'm thinking of you
thinking of you, thinking of you
thinking of you,
think.
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12. |
I love those places
03:03
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I love those places (by Giselle Cleres)
I love those places
where no one knows me
and I know no one
who come out with
what they don't know
about me now
and I don't know about them.
What is better
than choosing a might have been story?
And what is worse
than not choosing the right one?
I love those places
where no one knows me
and I know no one.
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13. |
Waterways
03:50
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Waterways (by Giselle Cleres)
Pick, pick up the stone.
See, the surface of the water splashed
Thousand waves away
your undulation carries me.
Pick, pick up the tears.
The surface of my body disappears.
Thousand waves away
your undulation carries me.
I am drunk of you
and crashed down.
I am drunk of you
and float high.
I am filled with you
and you flow through my soul.
With every splash you hear,
with every stone I leave behind
the waves will carry me,
water will give way,
like I am drunk of you
and float high.
The waves will carry me
as long as we will be.
Water will give way
for you.
Pick, pick up the tears.
The surface of my body disappears.
Thousand waves away
your undulation carries me.
I am drunk of you
and crashed down.
I am drunk of you
and float high.
I am filled with you
and you flow through my soul.
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14. |
Bonjour
04:46
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Bonjour (by Giselle Cleres
and with friendly support by Inge Cleres and Iris de Backer)
Bonjour mon arrière grand-père
mon arrière grand-mère,
Je ne vous ai jamais vus
mais vous coulez dans mes veines.
J'ai quitté ma maison pour vous rendre visite
c'est parti pour que je reste chez vous
car la vôtre est magnétique;
On ne peut pas être tout à la fois,
Comme la soeur jumelle, comme le frère jumeau.
Chaque mot fond dans ma bouche
Je n'oublierai jamais ce qu'il a fait pour moi
Il parle sans dire un mot
Moi, j'écoute sans dire un mot.
Je m'en vais et chaque fois
c'est comme si je reste au même endroit.
Le sang est épais, le fleuve est aqueux
et voilà que deux fois deux personnes
tressent une nouvelle vie.
J'y suis retournée pour avancer encore
les racines me tombent du ciel
il faut que je parte loin, loin
de Montjoie.
Je suis lasse de décider
alors que je connais la réponse
ça me désole
ce va-et-vient perpétuel.
Ca n'a jamais été mon vrai chez moi
et je suis, de moins en moins chez moi
mais vraiment, 'faut que j'y sois, là,
c'est tout pêle-mêle partout
un seul battement de coeur
et c'est comme un pont entre deux rives.
Bonjour mes arrière-petits-enfants
vous êtes dans mon sang
est-ce qu'on la connaît ici ?
est-elle aussi magnétique ?
On ne peut pas être tout à la fois
Tu vas voir ce que tu vas voir
Chaque année fond en moi.
Le sang est épais, le fleuve aqueux,
et voilà que deux fois deux personnes tressent
une nouvelle vie.
J'y suis retournée pour avancer encore
les racines me tombent du ciel
il faut que je parte loin, loin
de Montjoie.
Bonjour mon arrière grand-père
mon arrière grand-mère,
Je ne vous ai jamais vus
mais vous coulez dans mes veines...
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