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Dante Park
02:49
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I daydreamt I saw you in the afternoon
then that night I called to you
Angels led me down to Dante park
Moonlit Mary waiting for me
And I’ve got a sunny feeling
that there’s something moving through those clouds
and through your eyes
And I know it’s a funny feeling
but I’m taking it for what it is
It’s a sign
It’s a sign
Wandering wastrels weighted by heavy stones
Contemplating this time that they’re longing to renew
Every tree sings to me a woeful tune
Imagines that burn until the dawn turns fiery blue
And I’ve got a funny feeling
that you won’t be leaving me behind
I’m standing true
And I know there’s a sunny feeling
And I’m taking it for what it is
Hold on tight
It’s a sign
It’s a sign...
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Tired Angels
03:15
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They drew their breath across my face
In the stillness of the morning
Immersed within a dream
I couldn't let them know
That they had buried me alive
in their time of mourning
It's time to rise above
It's time to rise up
I followed death into the grove
It turned to me and whispered go
It’s time to rise above
It’s time to rise up
Then death it flew into my hair
And it got tangled there
The more it struggled it cried
And then death (it) died
Anvils not angels weigh in
Dark matter
Brawlers betray championing
Dark matters
Challenging our universe
Dark matters
Strengthened when weakened
Reversed
Dark matters
My angels, my angels are tired
My angels, my angels are tired
My angels, my angels are tired
My angels, my angels are tired
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Shutterbug
02:16
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Shutterbug snapping everything up
So he can be there too so she can let him know
Shutterbug buzzing around this world
Ringing every door so that they will know
And please sing for me…
And don’t ever stop
Shutterbug shudders to think of
When the aperture is open just enough
Shutterbug’s sacred images of rose windows
Rose windows open up
And please ring in my ears…
And don’t ever stop
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The Wash
03:20
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Hung, hung, hung, hung on the line again
Hung, hung, hung, hung out to dry again
Hung, hung, hung, hung and we’ll try again
But she’s taking her time as she’s faking her lines
Will the infamous ink ever dry?
Hung, hung, hung, hung side by side again
(Side by side this is where we begin…)
Hung, hung, hung, hung and we’ll lie again
(Lying on blankets of sable and sin…)
Hung, hung, hung, hung and we’re dry again
(Oh, will we dry will we try again…)
And the ink almost dries as we hang on the line
And we’re closer than ever this time
And we’ve tangled the lines as we walk these fine times
When it breaks we will take to new heights…
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Between Atoms
03:47
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You seem to float between the atoms
Your quarks revealed in glowing shapes
Living beneath a broken bell jar
Vibrating strings adorn this place
Ohhhh…what lies beneath us
And ohhhh…what lies between us
And as we float between the atoms
(We seem to float out of our dreams)
Our quarks revealed in glowing shapes
(Form-like shapes reach out as receivers)
We live beneath a broken bell jar
(Reaching out engaged in grey matters)
Vibrating strings adorn our space
(Are we here or are we far from…)
Ohhhh…what lies beneath us
And ohhhh…what lies between us
And ohhhh…what lies beneath us
And ohhhh…what lies between us
And as we float between the atoms
Our quarks revealed in glowing shapes
(Form-like shapes reach out…)
We live beneath a broken bell jar
(Form-like shapes reach out as receivers)
Vibrating strings adorn our space
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Marysburgh Vortex
04:35
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Carry me oh carry me oh carry me ohh carry me the Marysburgh Vortex is calling
Carry me oh carry me oh weary me oh wary me please let me be sheltered from trivial trappings
Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
Carry me oh carry me oh bury me oh bury me let sand dunes be blankets that calm and cool me
Emily oh Emily oh ferry me oh carry me
I met you when I was but fifteen - sailing
And sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
so many...ahhhhh...
Carry me oh carry me oh Emily oh carry me
the Marysburgh Vortex is calling
Carry me oh carry me oh weary me oh ferry me
I'll wade through the doldrums I'll wade through once more
I've heard it in the chillest land
and on the strangest sea
yet never in extremity
it asked a crumb of me
Aaaaaaaaah...
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Start Again
02:40
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She said “I used to be a stripper peeling off images”
When the curtains came down it was burned into silk
They said “It could become antiquated” but she didn’t pay heed to them
In the bright white room she cleaned up images some cold and some untrue
And now she’s got the spray gun three thousand pounds per square inch behind her
And if the contours are too harsh she will erase them…
And then she was a “plater” working late on the offset press
When the print bell rang she looked to organdy skies
They said “it could become antiqued” so she put on her best coat of emulsion
In the dim yellow room she burned in images of architecture lost
And now she’s got the spray gun three thousand pounds per square inch behind her
And if the contours are too harsh she will erase them and start again
Now she’s got the spray gun three thousand pounds per square inch behind her
And if the contours are too harsh she will erase them…
And now she’s got the spray gun 3,000 pounds per square inch behind her
And if the contours are too harsh she will erase them and start again
Now she’s got the spray gun three thousand pounds per square inch behind her
And if the contours are too harsh she will erase them…
And start again!
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Moderato
02:44
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Awaken in the arms of the morning
And the spires will the clouds to meet this dawning
It’s never easy to take on the morning
With the city far below windswept and storming
Let it weather while I kiss you my love…
We move westwards descend to the river
But it only casts back our own reflections
Suspension bridges these highways
And the inter-coastal weaves to meet this moment
These rivers may lead to the ocean
These rivers will lead to an ocean my love…
Threading the eye - Stitching these times
Colour sublime - Take on these times
Threading the eye - Stitching these lines
Colour sublime - Take on this time
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9. |
Mauvais Moment
02:32
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C’est ahhhhhh…c’est ahhhhhh…
J’ai dit le mauvais mauvais…
J’ai dit le mauvais mot mais..
C’est le temps…
De me chauffer chauffer…
De me chauffer chauffe mais…
C’est le temps de dire le mauvais mot
J’ai toujours dit le mauvais mot
C’est le temps de dire le mauvais mot
J’ai toujours lit le mauvais mot
T’as toujours lit le mauvais mot
C’est le temps de dire le mauvais mot
Mais ahhhhhh…Mais ahhhhhh…
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Ultraviolet Eye
02:29
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I can’t think!
In this multiverse
When you spin in reverse
Gravitational pull
Pulls me interspatial
Ultraviolet eye
Will you bend to my wire
When I bend to your field
When we’re moving in time
I’m feeling your feeling
I’m feeling your feelings
I’m feeling your feeling
I’m feeling your feelings
Matters of love!
Matters of matters of love…
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Krista Muir Montreal, Québec
hypo records was founded by Krista Muir. She lives in a world of surrealism, cuckoo clocks and antique lampshades. Her multilingual pop albums and genre-bending has taken her and alter ego Lederhosen Lucil around the world and led to collaborations with DJ Kid Koala and filmmaker Kara Blake. "New Math"is her first LIVE off the floor EP. Coming soon: Les Chouettes - chansons yéyé Psychedelique! ... more
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