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Let the silence enter in is the role of the object
Speaking of cycling, what a relief
Unfortunately, this is not what it is,
but of her that gave me the day by the ass
And suddenly, I remembered my name, Molloy,
My name Molloy
It's the name of Her mom
Molloy, I say, my name is Molloy
And your mother? What's Her Name?
We realize of course, this is not the self that is dead, all other
So we get up, and we went to her mother who feels alive
We'll have now to come out from this sort of gap
It was so long that I lived far from the words
You see, i was enough to see my city
Since this is my city, not to be able,
you understand
You understand that all I needed to see my town for example
cause this is my city
The sensation of my body was enveloped in anonymity often difficult to penetrate,
We just see what I see,
I know what the words know and dead things and it makes a pretty small sum
With a beginning, a middle and an end,
as in well-built sentences
We invent nothing, we believe to invent, to escape,
It is only stammer his lesson,
snatches of a chore learned and forgotten,
life without tears, as we weep
And the thing ruined,
I do not know what it was, nor, consequently,
if not less than the ruins unshakeable confusion of things eternal
In any case, a link without mystery, magic
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A song for my loved one
02:33
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A song for my loved one, touching her absence
The flux of her heart, the splash of her smile
In ten years time she’ll still be dead
When i’m living with it, dealing with it,
When a few days pass when i don’t even
Think of it, she’ll still be dead
When i’m an old lady living in the street forgetting my name
She’ll still be dead, she’ll still be dead
Fucking over and i must stand alone
My love, my love, why have you forsaken me?
She is the couching place where i never shall lie
And there’s no meaning to life in the light of my loss
Built to be lonely
To love the absent
Find me Find me
Free me
From this
Corrosive doubt
Futile despair
Horror in repose
The vital need for which I would die breakdown
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Now everything is quiet
04:08
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The Rupture Begins
02:08
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The Schreber Waltz
06:03
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A sweet lament
02:38
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One day, they started to whisper back at me
One day, they started to whisper things back at me
I couldn’t believe the ground, its sweet lament dissolving
I couldn’t believe the Tong that once spoke so eloquently
The great turmoil of voices weakening rapidly
The great hymn of the living fading into murmurs
hush hush hush
I kept my composure
Hush hush hush
A nod or a whisper
The only remaining kind of
Answer
We once possessed the Verb, and how possessed we were!
Filled with chords of joy that had us dance anywhere
How we clamoured for more! in the most dissonant way
How we resonated! Feverish at the gates
But hush hush hush
Let’s keep our composure
Hush hush hush
A nod or a whisper
The only remaining kind of
Answer
Now everything is quiet and I thought I was the speechless one
The only one whose voice never more raised in command
Marked by the sciences of men – loud as children
In a festival of growls, the most involuntary pocket of resistance
Now everything is quiet and we moan our unfamiliar sentence
With words drained of sound, only hard shells spoken
If this is the final shutdown, dear friends, at least we’re alike now
In sickness and in health, all equal in silence
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Zelda
04:46
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Dear love, I seem to harp on one string
Since that afternoon when they came
With the order to lock things in
Like myself and other things
A sentinel would have rang the bell,
Asked for a quick repentance
But you just leaned to my ear and said:
Don’t oppose resistance
Oh I didn’t
Oh I did
Oh I didn’t
Oh I did resist
Come to visit
Be a witness of my decaying
Oh do come! I insist
And see the state I’m in
I’ve failed our symmetry
And you’ve failed me
Now if half a human being
Ruins of a once cherished body
Were to crumble at your feet
Would you give ‘em instantly
Your hand, your blood, liquored and guilty?
Dear love, I remember
When we danced in the luminous breeze (light morning)
Fragrances from last summer
Then to your growing apathy,
Without a fight you surrendered
By oversight, abandoned me
To a thousand voices that wavered
Oh I couldn’t
Oh I’ve tried
Oh I couldn’t
Oh I’ve tried to resist
Come to visit
Be a witness of my decomposing
Oh do come! I insist
And see the state I’m in
I’ve failed our symmetry
and you’ve failed me
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G. (God Asks Us)
03:46
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I Can't Do Anything
03:39
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Delphine Dora France
Delphine Dora est une musicienne, compositrice, improvisatrice de France. Sa musique iconoclaste peut se lire comme un travail de cartographie personnel, basée sur une approche intuitive de la composition et nourrie de nombreuses approches. Elle développe depuis une dizaine d’années un univers musical intimiste et pluriel, en perpétuel métamorphose situé au croisement de différents genres musicaux ... more
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