double vinyl pressing, limited to one pressing only
gatefold tip-op jackets with fluorescent orange ink and full color artwork
all lyrics in French and English
NOTE:
This is a pre-order for the 2xLP physical vinyl version. It might not actually be ready to ship until mid 2022. We don't know, the global delays keep shifting. Things take a long time these days. It's a good idea to pre-order it here and we will send it to you, but only do it if you're good at patience.
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Guitar by Eli Moore
Vocals and Vocal Harmonies by Tessa Hays-Nordin
Vocals by Lucy Brennan
Vocals and Arrangement by Ashley Eriksson
Special thanks to Tessa Hays-Nordin for language coaching
lyrics
BOUÉE:
Madame la Première ministre
portait à son sein le peuple
susurrant ses inquiétudes
sous un ciel bleu foncé violent.
Une bouée fluorescente
essayait de guider ceux qui
s'éloignait trop rapidement
de la terre ferme.
Des imbéciles se noient,
des hypocrites pataugent,
des curieux persistent,
et des cyniques
nagent vers d'autres horizons.
Baleines et baleineaux
ne communiquent plus
Des têtes chevelues
montent et descendent essoufflées
Et leur bouche figée
fait des "o"
"O!" "O!" "O!"
Monsieur le Premier ministre
l'âme en musique ce matin,
s'assoyait au piano pour chanter le soleil
en pissant sur ses citoyens.
Une bouée fluorescente
rayonnait dans des eaux compromises
où la marée noire menaçait
l'existence de gens déjà vaincus.
Les poissons meurent,
les oiseaux sont malades,
vomissant le pétrole,
cimentés aux vagues,
et les victimes
se cherchent une autre maison.
Baleines et baleineaux
ne communiquent plus
Des têtes chevelues
montent et descendent essoufflées
Et leur bouche figée
fait des "o"
"O!" "O!" "O!"
(translation)
BOUÉE (buoy):
Madam Prime Minister
carried the people to her breast,
whispering her concerns
under a violent dark blue sky.
A fluorescent buoy
tried to guide those who
receded too rapidly
from solid ground.
Some imbeciles drown,
some hypocrites wade about,
curious ones keep going
and some cynics
swim towards new horizons.
Whale and whale calf
no longer communicate.
Hairy heads
bob about out of breath
and their frozen mouths
make "o's",
"O!" "O!" "O!".
Mister Prime Minister,
his soul full of music this morning,
sat at the piano to sing the sun.
While pissing on the citizens.
A fluorescent buoy
radiated in compromised waters
where a slick black tide threatened
the existence of people who have already been defeated.
The fish die,
the birds are sick,
vomiting petrol,
cemented to the waves,
and the victims
have to look for a new home.
Whale and whale calf
no longer communicate.
Hairy heads
bob about out of breath
and their frozen mouths
make "o's",
"O!" "O!" "O!".
Such a special album I struggle to think of what to say about it. At times I'm afraid or put off even listening to it and sometimes its the most comforting thing in the world. I got this from a vinyl code and I only listened to that physical copy of it the morning after the night my dog died. The first time I ever lost someone that meant the world to me and it was the first time I didn't cry to it. This album is beautiful and if youre reading this, you are loved memon_dayz
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