11/03/2015

pöllö nukkuu,
tie on pitkä,
moon hymyili,
yö on makea.

hän saa humalassa,
joskus sen pois,
hän kuoli,
hän nukahtaa.

Opas, pöllöt

Rash est une pièce pour clarinette, violon, violoncelle et piano créée le 12 mars 2022 à la Cité de la Musique par l'ensemble Multilatérale, commandée par la Philharmonie de Paris. 
Clarinette : Bogdan Sydorenko
Violon : Pieter Jansen
Violoncelle : Pablo Tognan
Piano : Lise Baudouin
Direction : Léo Margue

Rash

Plonge dans la rivière celui qui aime l'eau
Excès de chagrin rit, excès de joie pleure
Les joies fécondent, les chagrins mettent bas.

BLAKE - canon pour adulte

oh, saatana, pelasta minut pahasta, saatana, pelasta minut minun tumma intohimoja.

                                                          †amen†

saatana

Interrogation Surprise avec Tioklu

Internal pleasure, I saw myself in the dark, but
Infernal treasure, I blow my murky chrysalis. 
It grows and blossoms entirely. 

Chrysalide

Photography by Stuart McIntrye © 2015 - Used with kind permission

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Given My All

Recorded February 2015
Engineered and mixed by Shawn Fogel at The Sleepy West (West Orange, NJ)
Music and lyrics by Shawn Fogel
All sounds made by Shawn Fogel
Inspired by 'Wolf in White Van', by John Darnielle

lyrics:

When I was young made myself a kingdom
Ruled my people with a deadly hand
Transformation was a steady symptom
A foolish way to come to understand
From California to the fields of Kansas
Seeking shelter from the end of days
Simple math and its consequences 
Getting lost inside the mental maze

Rows of bottles of old medication
Should be disposed of but they still remain
Stare at the ceiling like a meditation
Inventing ways to make it through the pain
People hide themselves behind their faces
Either stare or turn their heads away
But I can put a player through their paces
And watch them live to see another day
 
Decisions made when you were just a child
Shape the person that you are today
Imaginations start running wild
What is real and what is just a game
Left with nothing but our own defenses
To make our way across the cruel terrain
Simple math and its consequences 
Frozen bodies on the Kansas plain


Simple Math And Its Consequences (demo)

Recorded and Produced in a South Korean apartment by Language of Shapes.

Mastered in Canada by Harris Newman at Greymarket Mastering.

The last time you stumbled over these shores
The dawn seemed so far from your grasp but now it's all yours
Some lessons we learned from our time in the darkness seep through
And even the same stupid bullshit behaves as if new

The last time you stood without turning away
The corpse of your conscience floated on past
But you couldn't reach out right away
Lucky for you it grows back like the shards of your soul
That you traded for whiskey and cheap finite thrills to distract you from taking your throne

The light fires down on the lost

The first time you knocked on the otherworld door
Your brain flood with yellow you quaked in your robes and backed out from completing the call
And all of those angles they flooded your brain from within
A straightforward message from the ancient of days burst out from the eye to your skin

Love is blind

The first time you knocked on the otherworld door
The dawn seemed so far from your grasp but now it's all yours.

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Light On

Learning & Unlearning Part 1 Smart Girl Club Radio ( May 1st, 2017)

Aussi loin, que mes rêves m'en-portent je suis BIEN 
("ça va pas celui là... si?" - "Si, con, t'y nu")
Dans le creux de tes reins.
Et puis la vie a fait queuhh t'as ...
Quenelle est morte, morte dans l'habitude.
L'habitude dure, l'habitude s'enlise,
L'habite-ude rance, rang t'as, rends ta Rance !
Môman et moi, nous ne sommes pas
Assises sur le même Chevalier d'amour.
Ton père ta mère, ta sœur ton frère,
Ils t'ont tuée par leur colère.
Je vois le temps qui passe et qui me donne tout.
Je me prélasse, passée en tes mains...
Patiente aimant de la vie qui,
Me donne des Perles,
Des perles d'huitre qui nuisent; ahhh l'enfer!
Car oui, l'enfer qui tue (qui es-tu?), sais-tu où est-il?
Il est ici, là bas, il est dans notre bas...TôT
"2 minutes 28 ! Bateau! Je vais l'appeler ∂ c'est batô ∂ "

AM& @lucieflorentin

∂ c'est batô ∂ - iPhone quality - impro

Tu Vis Faux Live

New playlist every Wednesday!

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Music Project of Lucie Florentin
"Pre-apocalyptic pop / rhymes for adults"

Influences : Finnish choirs, Maria Callas, Les pêcheurs de Perles (Bizet), Jenny Hval/Rockettothesky, Steve Reich, Simone Weil, The Dø (Olivia Merilahti), Marianne Maric, Francesca Woodman, Björk, Soap&Skin (Anja F. Plaschg), Bach, Chopin, Puccini, Satie, The Knife, Angel Olsen, David Foster Wallas, Barbara, Aldous Harding...

Some old videoclips : 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRjcuF94O-0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aurrsAlsCfw

Chrysalide

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