Composed, produced & recorded by Wooden Krow
Written by Sonny Bellonie

Contains samples from : 

Bob Marley “Running Away” – Jon Bowman 
Fearless – Pink Floyd 
L’héroïne – Vendeurs D’enclumes

Lyrics :

Yo, hang in my boat in the clouds boys, 
Float over the crowds. 
Deploy the antidote to terminate and destroy, 
The traumas y’all learned to adore. 
And enjoy life, now you’re under my employ. 
You no busboys anymore. 
The sight of shore is a sign of war. 
The choirboys are on the seashore, 
We’ve got a world left to explore. 

Now set sail somewhere, 
Where we can save our brothers and sisters. 
Them no servants anymore, 
Sequestrators will be sterilized. 
They’re snakes, they will be smashed, 
And thrown down offshore. 
We apes, we’ll be a new kind of dinosaur. 

Fill me a bucket of salt. 
To wash the guilt, watch me tilt. 
Feed me before the ghosts. 
The boat’s the host ‘till coast. 

Me and my crew, we’re sky pirates, 
We like to rob and to screw with powerful giants. 
Cut through clouds like it’s fondue, 
We’ll fight titans like ravenous Zulus, 
No voodoo, no guru, 
Some call me Shaka the marabou. 

But you can call me captain. 
You stand on my ship, my Buckingham palace. 
Flying high over Atlas, then spit on Atlantis. 
They’ll say the hills are too steep to climb, 
Pick the place and I’ll choose the time. 
We meddle that’s why we’re all fearless. 
Those who diss us will face their weakness. 

Look ahead black turtles are flying. 
Since the seas started frying several islands. 
The ocean is poison, and it’s drying. 

But sirens are still seducing and killing, 
Sailors are dreaming beyond the horizon, 
This future is unsatisfying and purple. 
Let’s find the portal that’ll make us immortal. 

Look again black turtles are flying. 
And the birds started falling, they’re diving. 
The ocean is diamonds and they’re shining. 

Look again, the ocean is diamonds and they’re shining. 
Look again. Diamonds. 

Fill me a bucket of salt. 
To wash the guilt, watch me tilt. 
Feed me before the ghosts. 
The boat’s the host ‘till coast.

Crème Anglaise

Apes

Composed, produced & recorded by Wooden Krow and Guillaume Romero 
Written by Sonny Bellonie

Contains samples from : 

Bienvenüe – 1995 
Bastion – Supergiant Games

Lyrics :

“Proper story’s supposed to start at the beginning. Ain’t so simple with this one. Now here’s a kid who’s whole world got all twisted; leaving him stranded on a rock in the sky. 
He gets up. And then, he falls to his death… I’m just fooling.” 

We were standing on the shoulders of giants, 
We were closer to silence, 
All the soldiers died, they started the riots. 
Time kinda stopped, now it’s slower, 
And the world’s gone quiet. 
There’s been a change of climate. 

But what happened was unclear. 
We know this shit went nuclear. 
Oceans disappeared and monsters were real. 
The calamity killed the rest with fear, 
And chaos is oxygen in New Earth’s biosphere. 

We were standing on the shoulders of giants, 
We saw a bunch of purple tyrants, 
Scary clowns at the circus. 
Weird looking and unfunny like the Joker, 
Arguing over an explosive game of poker. 

Acid, rain, smoke and sandstorms, 
Shook the ground, everything was transformed. 
Some found some sort of flying paradise. 
Forget it… 
You’ll never hear better advice. 

Yeah... 
I didn’t expect such a visitor, 
Chill, here you’re not a prisoner, 
You’re just another survivor. 
And you broke the cypher. 
You knew this place was higher. 
Yeah, we stopped sailing on water. 
So hop on our flying lifeboat, 
We’ll be sailing to find an antidote. 
We’re all poisoned no need for a straw vote. 
I’m your captain you are my new scapegoat. 
We’ll be flying to this ancient highland, 
Ill’s the one who’ll do all the driving, 
The Mad Ewok is one to be frightened, 
Traffic’s heavy towards Turtle Island. 

“We can’t go back no more. But I suppose we could go, wherever we please… Gettin’ ahead of myself though… I’m gonna need a first mate… What do you say?”

Turtle Island

Composed, produced & recorded by Wooden Krow and Guillaume Romero 
Written by Sonny Bellonie

Lyrics :

Hi. 
We’re Wooden Krow. We welcome you to our first album / mixtape / thing… Crème Anglaise. 
This story begins in a weird place in a distance future. To comprehend the full story we recommend you read our book and look the artworks of each song. 
Please put headphones on, grab a drink, and enjoy this journey. 
See you up there.

Composed, produced & recorded by Wooden Krow
Written by Sonny Bellonie

Lyrics :

Thank you for traveling with us! 
We hope you had a pleasant flight. 
Have a nice day. 
Bye.

Composed, produced & recorded by Wooden Krow
Written by Sonny Bellonie

Contains samples from : 

Big Calm – Morcheeba

Lyrics :

In a little while from now, 
We’d like to find a safe place somehow. 
In a little while from now. 
I hope we’ll be dancing on the ground. 

In a little while from now, 
I’d like to smell a red flower. 
But we don’t have the manpower, 
We’re facing the last disaster. 

They’re coming to get you. 
There’s no need for an aircrew. 
They’re coming to get you. 
They made a breakthrough. 
We were sailing, we had no clue. 

“We are the carriers of the truth, 
Spoiled by foreigners. 
No ruth. For they’re liars. 
Their youth’s spreading like fire, 
But we be soothe. 
We’ll offer a solution. 
Our master’s much superior. 
He saved you, the inferiors. 
And offered absolution. 

Y’all floods of bugs, 
Waiting for a hug from mud. 
Take your drugs you thugs, 
We’re here to unplug you slugs. 
You had your fun using our sun. 
Join us, you’ll become someone. 
Hope’s undone. Ha, we won.” 

They’re coming to get you. 
They made a breakthrough. 
We were sailing, we had no clue. 

We’ve been puffin’ helium, 
And hoped it’d pass as opium. 
We escaped pandemonium, 
They were breathing plutonium. 
Please leave us, we can’t go back home. 
The people saved us, 
They’ll engrave your lies on a tombstone. 
Leave us, we can’t go home. All together and alone. 
Leave us, we can’t go back home. 

They’re coming to get you. 
They’re coming to get you.

They're Coming

Composed, produced & recorded by Wooden Krow
Written by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Contains samples from : 

Moon – Foals

Lyrics :

Gerard Manley Hopkins, 
No worst, there is none. 

No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, 
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring. 
Comforter, where, where is your comforting? 
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief? 
My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief 
Woe, world-sorrow; on an age-old anvil wince and sing — 
Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked 'No ling- 
ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief."' 

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall 
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap 
May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small 
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! Creep, 
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all 
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.

None

Composed, produced & recorded by Wooden Krow
Written by Sonny Bellonie

Lyrics :

Who’s the one that said
That best things are ahead?
‘Cause he forgot to mention
The dead ends and the blockheads
Instead he promised all of us a lovely woodshed
With occasional meds and dreamy featherbeds
Well right now I’m stuck in traffic
And a massive old lady just started to panic
She’s frantic, it’s tragic, ‘cause she’ll fall like plastic
Recycle he said, what a grim habit

At least here the weather’s tender
I feel a gentle zephyr
But this lack of pressure
Made it hard to picture pleasure
Perhaps I’m inspired
Only when I’m stressed and tired
Writing a story in aether
Is a nightmare of terror

What’s the right way to go? 
I left this place a long time ago
I’m the lead in this dumb show
They keep calling me Jim Crow
What’s the right way to go?
I left this place a long time ago
I’m the lead in this dumb show
Call me John Doe

Call me John Doe

I’m kinda fed up, with those flying ships
It makes no sense, it feels like a bad magic trick
I’d like to stop writing about about ‘em ego trips
And I’m sick being inspired only by this pirate bitch
I want to feel like a primate
I don’t want to think about tax rates
Want to forget old classmates
Wanna burn the whole fucking state
Or shape the place in something greater
Not overly bigger
A better estate, far from fate like my in cellar

Hum. You know that monkeys migrate now
They acclimate, don’t decimate
And forgot how to bow
Yeah. I wanna mutate in an ape somehow
They cherish free will, not a sacred cow
Anyhow
Them animals, they’re radical
They’re not that rational
They burned their capitals
The damage is hysterical
They now live with us pigs
And we be cannibals
Dogs, pigs on wings and sheep
In the end we all be flammable as shit
 
What’s the right way to go?
I left this place a long time ago
I’m the lead in this dumb show
They keep calling me Jim Crow
What’s the right way to go?
I left this place a long time ago
I’m the lead in this dumb show
Call me John Doe

What’s the right way to go?
What’s the right way to go?

John Doe

Composed, produced & recorded by Wooden Krow
Written by Sonny Bellonie

Contains samples from : 

The Ward – Opeth 
Already There – Taylor McFerrin

Lyrics :

I’m so bored I’d like to take you by your lips. 
Just trying to score, might feel like an ellipse. 
Overall I know I’ll be dismissed. 
I left you ignored, that’s when you showed your hips. 

I don’t want to try to please you. 
I don’t want to. I thought you knew. 

Call for help, I think I’m turning blue. 
The smoke made me forget the goo. 
You’re mud and you’re fixed on me like glue. 
I don’t ever want to miss you. 

But you crawled in my eyes. 
You’re stuck there, you’re in disguise. 
You think this is relaxing? 

You’re disgusting, we discussed this. 
You’re disrupting and destructive. 
I’d like to skip the first trip, 
Take a spaceship far from you, 
And your leadership. 
You’re hyperactive but attractive. 
Radioactive, you make me passive. 
I feel sick, you’re smell is thick, 
I’m a week weepy sidekick, 
Break me like a toothpick. 
I’m now your personal joystick. 

I don’t want to try to please you. 
I don’t want to. I thought you knew. 
I don’t want to try to please you. 
I don’t want to. I thought you knew. 

Call for help, I think I’m turning blue. 
The smoke made me forget the goo. 
You’re mud and you’re fixed on me like glue. 
I don’t ever want to miss you. 

I think I’m turning blue. 
My brain’s turning in a stew. 
I think I’m turning blue. 
I think I’m turning blue! 

Danger!

Composed, produced & recorded by Wooden Krow
Written by Sonny Bellonie

Contains samples from : 

Your House – Steel Pulse 
1865 (96° in the Shade) – Third World 
Gunpowder Chant – Diablo Swing Orchestra 
Torii – Gojira 
Nyamo – Ensemble Tingaï 
Waiting In Vain – Bob Marley 
Turn Your Lights Down Low – Bob Marley

Lyrics :
 
I’ve got a vision and ambition, 
Yet my eyes scream suspicion. 
You should change your position, 
And follow me, I’m a magician. 
I’ll light a fire, burn all liars, 
And lead the way through smoke. 
I admire your desire to betray a few townsfolk. 

That’s cold. 
I wish I was a prophet, 
They don’t need to keep a promise, 
They don’t need to sound modest, 
Just honest, but it’s harder to make profits. 
Believe me I ain’t vicious. 
How can a vegan vampire be venomous? 
I want to vivify an empire. 
Swear I’m no gangster; my word is your anchor. 

Now call me Alexandre. 
The great commander. 
 
Well I guess you need to see to understand ‘em colors. 
The owner of your eyes saw the light getting duller. 
My solution is to go blind and use this time to enjoy the ride. 
Focus on the smoke, the dirt, the grime. 
And open your mind. 

Simon says don’t disturb the sound of silence. 
He’s an old friend, a bit disturbed and stuck on an island. 
He lost his head tried to mend it with a coconut. - Science. 
But he intends to defend his land, free will is a virus. 

Hey come back, you idiots. 
I’ll be the one to decide when it’s over, 
You cannot take over my power, 
This ain’t a game of poker, there are no jokers, only my orders. 
I never thought I could lose you fools, 
A little history lesson to show I’m not cruel. 
I swear I’m not here to snatch ya jewels or misrule. 
All I want is for you to let me make the rules. 
Don’t leave me, I’ll vanish, I actually like your planet, 
I can feel. Look, sadness. 
I’m like you but not savage. 
How can you not be envious? 
I represent excellence. 
Don’t ignore me you’re reckless. 
I don’t want to die as a nemesis. 
Dreams of division’s not superstition, I’ll make the decisions. 
All of your schisms are indecision, let me be the villain. 
Give me permission; I’ll imprison what you call opposition. 
Too late, just listen to the rhythms. 
My death sentence.

Go Blind

Composed, produced & recorded by Wooden Krow
Written by Sonny Bellonie

Lyrics :

Hello. 
This place is about to collapse. 
You made it this far, perhaps you’re interested. We’re about to fill some gaps. 
Close your eyes. 
This place is about to collapse.

Hello

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Wooden Krow are young independent enthusiasts who mixed music, drawing, and writing in order to create pieces of works around peculiar worlds.

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