PINOCCHIO'S HIDEOUT OR THE LOVE FOR AMNESIA

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HIDEOUT 007

J’AI UN SINGE ACCROCHÉ AUX BRANCHAGES DU DOS
UN CRAPAUD BUFFLE SUR LES PAUPIÈRES
J’AI DU TROP M’ÉMECHER AVEC PAS QUE DE L’EAU
PAS QUE LE DOS DE LA CUILLER

DES GRUES DES VAMPIRES ET DES BANDITS MANCHOTS
POUR SEULS COMPAGNONS DE FORTUNE
SOUS LES FLASHS DES RADARS LES NÉONS DES PEEP-SHOWS
ET L’ŒIL GOGUENARD DE LA LUNE

UNE HACHE PLANTÉE DANS LA BÛCHE DU CRÂNE
DES GRUMEAUX DE MOTS DANS LE CERVEAU OH OH
`ET TANDIS QUE ME POUSSENT DES OREILLES D’ÂNE
VOILA QUE COMME POUR PINOCCHIOOOOO

MON NEZ S’ALLONGE AU GRÉ DE MES MENSONGES
OU POUR DISTINGUER LE VRAI DU FAUX
FAUDRAIT FAIRE LA PART DU RÉEL ET DES SONGES
DE L’ALCOOL ET DU DOUBLE ZÉRO

CHAHUTÉ BALLOTÉ SUR LES FLOTS DE LA FOULE
TOURNEBOULÉ PAR DES VENTS CONTRAIRES 
TELLE UNE MOULE ACCROCHÉE AU ROCHER DANS LA HOULE
UNE PIERRE QUI ROULE DANS LA POUSSIÈRE

DÉJÀ LES VAUTOURS ME RÔDENT AUTOUR
LES MAUVAISES NOUVELLES VONT VITE
JE VOIS ÇA VENIR GROS COMME UN POIDS LOURD
DEMAIN C’EST SÛR JE LÉVITE

NANANI NANANERE EN VEUX-TU EN VOILÀ
DES BITURES DES FLOPS ET DES GALÈRES
DES HALLUS DES MANDALES ET DES SALES MANDALAS
COMME UN PARFUM DE POUDRE DANS L’AIR   

JE ME RESSERS UN VERRE LE FILET SE RESSERRE
POURVU QUE JE PASSE ENTRE LES MAILLES
ET A TRAVERS LES BALLES DE REVOLVER
DANS CE PUTAIN DE CHAMPS DE BATAILLE

MAIS OU EST DONC ORNICAR ET QU’A-T-ON FAIT DE NOS AILES
UNE TONNE DE PLOMB SOUS CHAQUE SEMELLE
ON VOUDRAIT COMME ICARE MONTER VERS LE SOLEIL
LES MORTS SE RAMASSENT À LA PELLE

ET ÇA CANARDE À TOUT VA COMME DANS UN SALE POLAR
SAUF QUE C’EST MARQUÉ DANS LE JOURNAL
ÇA TIRE À TIRE-LARIGOT LE ROUGE VIRE AU NOIR
SAUF QU’ON EST PAS VRAIMENT DANS STENDHAL

ALORS JE VAIS MAUGRÉANT, SONGEUR ET TACITURNE
LE LONG DES TROTTOIRS OMBILICAUX
DIRECTION LE NÉANT LES ANNEAUX DE SATURNE
AVEC MON POTE PÉPÉ LE MOKO

IL NOUS RESTE ENCORE UN BOUT DE ROUTE À FAIRE
AVANT D’ATTEINDRE LE PARADIS
UN WEEK-END AU PURGATOIRE ET UNE SAISON EN ENFER
EN PRENANT TOUS LES SENS INTERDITS

J’AI UN SINGE ACCROCHÉ AUX BRANCHAGES DU DOS
UN CRAPAUD BUFFLE SUR LES PAUPIÈRES
J’AI DU TROP M’ÉMECHER AVEC PAS QUE DE L’EAU
PAS QUE LE DOS DE LA CUILLER

ET GLOU ET GLOU ET RONPATAPON
PIED AU PLANCHER A FOND LA CHIGNOLE
DES ROUES DES ROUES DES BATONS DES BATONS
AH LAISSEZ MOI QUE JE RIGOLE

HURLER AVEC LES LOUPS BÊLER AVEC LES MOUTONS
COMME DES RATS DANS LA SOURICIÈRE
L’INFO NOUS POUSSE A BOUT ET LE POGNON NOUS TOND
A MOINS QUE ÇA NE SOIT LE CONTRAIRE

PINOCCHIO STENDHAL & CO (Lyrics)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Lead Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers:  All instruments, arrangement & production

Whenever we send Hans the demo of a new song, one of the most enticing parts of the process is that we never know what is going to come winging it’s way back from Hamburg.  We never try and steer him in any particular direction because we have total faith that whatever he sends will  be much, much better than anything we’d had in mind.

Quite often, once a week or two has passed and he’s had the chance to expand on his thinking, he’ll send another version, totally different from the first but always something equally as brilliant, causing both Tel and myself to ponder which one to post.   A quandary of the very best kind.  

Chris O is a multi-faceted musician who seems at home within any genre but there’s no doubt she is best known for her mastery of The Blues, hence the demo leaning very firmly in that direction…or so we thought  However, on hearing it for the first time, Hans heard something very different.  His thoughts focused on a simple piano / voice ballad, something we were certainly not expecting but which totally blew us away.

By the end of that weekend though, along too came the blues version, a delicious groove to which I couldn’t wait to add some drums and as those who’ve already heard it will know, that’s the one we eventually posted.  Nevertheless, the indelible mark imprinted on my sensibilities by the unplugged mix simply refused to go away.  Even though it’s precisely the same vocal, the pared-back accompaniment pushes it’s heart and it’s power to the fore and I felt that it deserved to be heard.  So that’s the reason we’re posting ‘The Love of Mrs. O’, phase two…

In closing, despite our retirement from active involvement here on SC, Cripple Club wanted to send each and every one of you our sincere thanks for continuing to support our work.  Your generosity of spirit and kind words always mean so much to the three of us.  (Gary Reeves)

I met a brave woman by the name of Mrs O
Playing ‘The Blues’ flying high sometimes flying low
Guitars and Banjos pitching..always acoustic 
Singing and sharing a love affair with music

The Love Of Mrs O

No distance too far, mile by mile growing warm
Confidence of written word believing in art-form
Marriage strings and voice harmonising sounds
The love of freedom scales tightly in bounds

The Love Of Mrs O

Concerts of brave, pulse to a time
Ensemble in waves, helping the climb
Brothers of blues, traveller of love
Live music choose, to fit like a glove

The Love Of Mrs O

Mrs O keeps soaring magnum opus in her hands
Song of friendship for a man from many bands
Expanse of cumulus clouds, filming for all to see
Never hiding from the challenge in the Nebulosity

The Love Of Mrs O

Up and down across the world finding a closeness
No discrimination of any kind, love is always best
From ‘The Beatles’ land to a Sydney education 
Fondness for Mrs O, giving a continuous ovation

The Love Of Mrs O

THE LOVE OF MRS. O (UNPLUGGED) - CRIPPLE CLUB

Like Someone With Amnesia

DEON ft. Texako

One More Time

Winning Team

Evocative song to listen to without hurry... most serious job I've done lately, say no more.

Letra / Translated lyrics:

SI TÚ ME FALTARAS  /  IF I MISSED YOU

Abre tu risa mis ojos,  /  Your laugh opens my eyes,
olor a café por la mañana…  /  smell of coffee in the morning…
Para murmurarte un beso  /  So as to whisper you a kiss
me levanto de la cama.  /  I get up from the bed.

Aaaay! Si tú me faltaras  /  Aaaay! If I missed you
aaaay! de tedio moriría.  /  aaaay! I’d die of weariness.

Me despierta muy temprano  /  Wakes me up very early
el olor de tu cuerpo a mi lado.  /  the smell of your body beside me.
Para que se haga de noche pronto  /  So that it gets dark soon
rápidamente me he levantado.  /  I have got up fast.

Siento que mi vida se desliza por el sabor tan suave de tu cuello y de tus besos.  /
I feel my life slips along such a soft flavor of your neck and your kisses.

Puedo ser ligero como el aire y filtrarme con mi fuego en tus sueños y en tus deseos.  /
I can be as light as air and percolate with my fire into your dreams and your desires.

Busco el momento cada día de volver para gozarte, para olerte, para amarte…  /
I look for the moment every day to come back so as to enjoy you, to smell you, to love you … 

para amarte, sí, aaaay! para amarte.  /  to love you, yes, aaaay! to love you.

Juega tu lengua en mi cerebro,  /  Your tonge plays in my brain,
recorren mi espalda tus caricias.  /  your caresses cross my back.
Miro el reloj y suspiro,  /  I look at the clock and sigh,
deseando que acabe el día.  /  wishing the day to finish. 

Aaaay! Si tú me faltaras  /  Aaaay! If I missed you
aaaay! de tedio moriría.  /  aaaay! I’d die of weariness.

ER40FI07

Si tú me faltaras (de tedio moriría)

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