Heavy Ships & Clippers

Recorded in June 2014
Artwork by Nathan Kellum (www.flickr.com/photos/the-lost-american/) 

Heavy Ships & Clippers

Ocean Days

Recorded in August 2014
Artwork by Mathilde Roy (http://www.cassez-vous.tumblr.com/)

Ocean Days

Recorded in March 2015

Artwork : Indian ink on paper by Léo Gérard (https://www.flickr.com/photos/elge)

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I just woke up from an elastic nightmare
I crept through avenues but there was no one to scare
So I hurried back to the top of the hill
The hotel rooms never looked so still

The maid said I looked pale
And was probably ill

She asked if I wished to join the party
Given by the mayor's family
I fell to the floor and was dragged to my room
By the delicate hands of my mother's groom

He said he was on fire that night
But guaranteed I was on his mind
Adrenalin rushes reached my brain
We burned the place down and fled in the rain

We crossed the border shortly after daybreak
Our horses rested by the oasis gardens
But when the sun rose high up again 
We rode through the wide open desert gates

He said he was on fire that night
But guaranteed I was on his mind 
And yet in the following elastic dream
He vanished like salt in the river's stream

Elastic Dream

Recorded in July 2015

Artwork by Archipeligo

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I always thought
I would remain unmoved
By any soulsucker
Or bellydancer

Whether it was 
Old or new
Black or blue
Bold or fool
I would remain unmoved

So I fell for everyone
Out of the habit
I remained in love
I could have sold my soul
For a face in the crowd

I made a move
Under the January moon
Between the chrome cars
You took off your shoes

We danced the way back home
Jumping from stone to stone
Buried in starlight
Drawn into the night 
I made a move

So I fell for everyone 
Out of the habit
I remained in love
I could have sold my soul
For a face in the crowd


So I fell for everyone 
Out of the habit
I remained in love
I could have sold my soul
For a face in the crowd


Out Of The Habit

Recorded in August 2016

Artwork by Pilaune Kotolux (https://www.facebook.com/PilauneKotolux/?fref=ts)

***

Running through the Everglades I've been thinking of you.
Up An down Palestine Street. Read the papers.
Heard the news and the fortune teller laughed 
At the mention of your name (read the papers)

And I spoke with the heretics but they wouldn't confess
Yet your image is in their crystals (in their crystals)
They mumble prayers for your soul
And I'm wick-eyed and we're getting old

    The Pinewood stages were empty
    But your name's on the billboards
    Your friends moved away
    To the edges of the map

The winds turned my self inside out
They once lulled... lulled us to sleep
"I know what you need", the radio said
"I know what's in the gushes that you dream about"

    The Pinewood stages were empty
    But your name's on the billboards
    Your friends moved away
    To the edges of the map

The Map Single

The Map

Alex's Jazz

Recorded in July 2018

Artwork by Éléonore Courcoux (www.instagram.com/eccx/)
lyrics
We've come to believe
In Jupiter's orbit
Black snakes in the waterpit
The charm of a cheap trick

We've learned how to read
The shape of the sailor's spit
The imprint of a scarlet kiss

This is Alex
Alex's free jazz
A lesson in self-effacement
The Sounds of relief and entertainment

It's a simple technique
Simple but cryptic
Used by bell boys
And hunters in the Arctic
It's a simple technique

From Concord to Concordia
We fed on white bread and nostalgia
We flick through the pages
Black thumbs through the ages
Sealed books and dead languages

This is Alex
Alex's free jazz
A lesson in self-effacement
(The) Sounds of relief and entertainment

It's a simple technique
Simple but cryptic
Used by bell boys
And hunters in the Arctic
It's a simple technique

Alex's Jazz Single

Alex's Jazz

Recorded in Paris
December 2019 - January 2020.

Lyrics

On my way
To you through
Candy wrappers and panic rooms
The town is painted pink, gold, blue
Spat-out gums and neon towers
The ferris wheel is crowning you
Don't you know you could pass for
One of these dancers you adore?

January December
A year to remember
I'll let you read what I wrote
Half a quarter of a decade ago
I'll let you read what I wrote

I think we had a good time
You drank your wine and I drank mine
The photograph is telling a lie
Walking you around the fairground
The fairest feeling flowing through
Warm in a Winter of forest fires
With one of those readers I admire

January December
A year to remember
I'll let you read what I wrote
Half a quarter of a decade ago
I'll let you read what I wrote

The queen's been quiet for so long
Five seasons passed without a song
The choir boys keep singing
With a lump in their throat
Leaving love letters under her bedroom door
But she's been spotted
Riding her bike in the snow
Wearing a black shirt under her coat

The queen's been quiet for so long
Five seasons passed without a song
The choir boys keep singing
With a lump in their throat
Leaving love letters under her bedroom door
But she's been spotted
Riding her bike in the snow
Wearing a black shirt under her coat.

Black Shirt

Recorded in Paris
December 2019 - February 2020.

Lyrics

Be there and be gone
On the same day
I can do both
I'm a lightweight
Pavement turned lava
River turned tar
The city's even smaller
From a train car

I'll pick up the phone
After five years
Answer if you call
And I'm right there
Hissing at the prairie
Laughing at the sea
I'd simply lost the habit
Of feeling free

I'd be lying if I could
Hiding in my room
Drowning in my suit
Way too busy shrinking
I'll write it with my teeth
Sharpening the truth
Biting through the fruit
You know what I'm thinking

Breathing in the Loop
I'm laughing with the fools
I'll let you read the book
Above my shoulder

The Book of Insects
Is all I have left
I read it in the morning
I read it in the forest

released March 29, 2020

The Book of Insects

Mirrored Single

Recorded in March 2013
Artwork by Nathan Kellum (http://www.flickr.com/photos/the-lost-american/) 

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