summer jam

summer jam 2

Rudens JAMas

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.


voc - Agnė Daujotaitė  
guitar, bass, samples - Mantas Daujotas

photo: P l i o n k ė (https://www.facebook.com/ijpho/)
sound engineer - Mantas Vitkus
mastering - Pranas Gudaitis (audiomastering.lt)

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Ici. (YeahRight)

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.


voc - Agnė Daujotaitė 
keyb - Greta Žukauskaitė 
guitar - Karolis Brežinskas 
bass - Karolis Gelažius 
drms, samples - Mantas Daujotas

sound engineer - Mantas Vitkus
mastering - Pranas Gudaitis (audiomastering.lt)

Vice de Forme (...I Know Brother)

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.


voc - Agnė Daujotaitė 
keyb - Greta Žukauskaitė 
guitar - Karolis Brežinskas 
bass - Karolis Gelažius 
drms, samples - Mantas Daujotas

sound engineer - Mantas Vitkus
mastering - Pranas Gudaitis (audiomastering.lt)

Black Spirit

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.


voc - Agnė Daujotaitė 
keyb - Greta Žukauskaitė 
guitar - Karolis Brežinskas 
bass - Karolis Gelažius 
drms, samples - Mantas Daujotas

sound engineer - Mantas Vitkus
mastering - Pranas Gudaitis (audiomastering.lt)

L'Humour Noir (Turned Out, Stitched In, Cast Off)

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.

voc - Agnė Daujotaitė 
keyb - Greta Žukauskaitė 
guitar - Karolis Brežinskas 
bass - Karolis Gelažius 
drms, samples - Mantas Daujotas

sound engineer - Mantas Vitkus
mastering - Pranas Gudaitis (audiomastering.lt)

Vice De Forme (A Touch Of Curarre)

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.


vocals, samples - Mantas Daujotas

sound engineer - Mantas Vitkus
mastering - Pranas Gudaitis (audiomastering.lt)

Hours

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.

voc - Agnė Daujotaitė 
keyb - Greta Žukauskaitė 
guitar - Karolis Brežinskas 
bass - Karolis Gelažius 
drms, samples - Mantas Daujotas

sound engineer - Mantas Vitkus
mastering - Pranas Gudaitis (audiomastering.lt)

Blue Time

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. 

voc - Agnė Daujotaitė 
keyb - Greta Žukauskaitė 
guitar - Karolis Brežinskas 
bass - Karolis Gelažius 
drms - Mantas Daujotas

sound engineer - Mantas Vitkus
mastering - Pranas Gudaitis (audiomastering.lt)

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