What's in a fork? The question troubled the formerly childless and soon-to-be-childful heroine of the second part of Oneirilia - things written in a dream. She ponders whether anything other than a fork would be just as forkful in an array of naughty lullabies.

Oneirilia II: lullabies for naughty little forks

Plate Wars: The Fork Awakens (or does it?)

sing to sleep

lyrics:

I got this body on a flea market,
paid half the price
It could still use some work 
but it’s a good enough guise
I mean the engine is still running
so I’ve got no complaints
and it’s the perfect size

It’s gonna serve me well as I proceed
to strut down the halls
It’s gonna keep a straight posture
but get freaky at balls
It’s an illusion for the eyes of all concerned humanoids
(Linda, I think it’s actually a man)

I’m 99% trash and 1% woman
I make them all gasp or see their steam fuming
This body’s unreal, no you can’t touch this bio-waste

I’m 99% trash and 1% woman
I come with a blast but leave them all booing
This body is art, keep your stale hands off this gracious junk

This body breathes & speaks & lives
& oozes pure poetry
This hip writes haikus but the other
likes a verse that is free
They were constructed by the People
smarter than you or me
Straight out the factory 
(prêt-à-porter)

I dwell in trash bins, trash cans, trash bags
where I feel most at ease
The ambiance may be a bit putrid
but I’m easy to please
This graceful body can withstand
the mould and filth of this world
and I dare think it likes it

I’m 99% trash and 1% woman
I make them all gasp or see their steam fuming
This body’s unreal, no you can’t touch this bio-waste

I’m 99% trash and 1% woman
I come with a blast but leave them all booing
This body is art, keep your stale hands off this gracious junk

I know you want it

FEMOID

lyrics:

I've found a man who's got it all
two gleaming eyes, a human soul

and he's got skin as hot as fire
and I've got skin as cold as porcelain
could I be with him?

don't say a word
shh, stay quiet
let us remain in the silence

oh, but he talks an awful lot
wants to express his every thought

I wish he'd know to shut his mouth
'cause sometimes thoughts are best expressed unsaid
let's just stay in bed

and don't say a word
make no sound
let us remain in the silence

silence

The Secret Of the Ice Candle

Auteure, Compositrice et Musicienne Electro.
Mon miroir, la musique électronique.
Mes oreilles et ma bouche, des sons.
Mon coeur, des beats.
Je navigue dans des univers dont je ne veux rien écrire de plus.
Ecoutez...

The Secret Of the Ice Candle

Nathal Tones

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