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“L’art d’enfiler des Pearls” by Eric Gingras

Little Black Pearl

Sea shells in the sunshine
and a little black pearl rolling up to me
water running free
carrying the pearl away from me

Back and forth the tide wants more
everyday taking away its shores

She’s washed away…

Darkness of a moonshine and the shadow of a wave haunting my beliefs
water running free
Carrying me to the land of needs

Back and forth…
I’m washed away…

Sea shells in the sunshine
and a little black pearl washes up to me
water running free
carrying the pearl away from me

Eric Gingras: vocals, guitar, keyboards
Belinda Campbell: Bandonéon
Collis Browne: vocals, guitar, synthesizers, organ

Une Citadelle de Feu

Une citadelle de feu
pour toi et moi
tissée d’amertume
du bout de mes doigts

ton évitement me perd
ton mépris l’amplifie
ta langue de vipère
ah! que c’est exquis

un amalgame de traits
toujours plus haut de gamme
m’empêchent de te situer
avant que tu ne sois dame

j’apprends à te connaitre
ton silence et tes cris
mais ou allons nous être
une fois les pleurs finis

un amalgame de…

un père angoissé
ne fait que rendre frêle
un enfant peu promu
parmi ses bagatelles

une citadelle de feu
pour vous et moi
située dans ma ville
à milles lieux de toi, lieux de toi

Eric Gingras: vocals, guitar, keyboards, contrabass, flute
Collis Browne: keyboards, percussion

Know The Inside

Kissing the feet of the people I meet,
I can never say who I love and who I hate.
I let them do the judging
I let them do the judging

and hope I am my only self,
cause with others there’s no guarantee of faith

And in the end it’s only me that suffers and offers you the chance
to know the inside

Hoping to see what you see
looking at the blue sea
telling them what to be
Challenging them to be free

And in the end it’s only me that suffers and offers you the chance
to know the inside

Eric Gingras: vocals, guitars
Collis Browne: vocals, snares

You’ll Be Sleeping

put a pillow under your head
you’ll be sleeping soon
you’ll be sleeping soon my darling
you’ll be sleeping soon

lay your hand on your waste
you’ll be sleeping soon
you’ll be sleeping soon my darling
you’ll be sleeping soon

how are your dreams my darling
are they coming true
are they coming true my darling
are they coming true

have you lost your friends my darling
do you miss a few
do you miss a few my darling
do you miss a few

put a pillow under your head
you’ll be sleeping soon
you’ll be sleeping soon my darling
you’ll be sleeping soon

Eric Gingras: vocals, guitar, flute, lute

À Quand?

L’aisselle qui sent sans le sel puant,
elle m’attire dans dans ses formes sombres, brouillantes

nous respirons en canon des sons trop discrets pour les murs
et tombons doucement dans l’écume de nos lèvres

saillant sans un mot je m’étends sur son dos
le dôme troublant…

le chant du sot, le son du sang, sans cesse recherché
souvent dans le sang, toujours dans l’amour

la levée du jour, à quand toujours,

à quand ?
à quand ?

Eric Gingras: vocals, guitar, keyboards, computer manipulations

L’Homme Roman

Il vomit de mots mis à part sa mise
face à la mort qu’il défit de mise
souvent à l’eau de vie, de vivre

et je m’ennuie de ses grumeaux géants
de son souvenir gênant
et de son sourire latent

souvent sonnant la nuit
une voix artificielle se fait entendre
en feux d’artifices
et elle tremble d’épuisement
solide car la masse n’a pas encore succombé
au poids des actions momentanées

coupable d’être un personnage qui nage
dans l’âge de la réflexion, la déception

renouvelé sans cesse avec l’acharnement d’un perdant
une fidélité volatile pour un ami point mercantile

et je m’ennuie de ses grumeaux géants
de son souvenir gênant
et de son sourire latent

Eric Gingras: vocals, guitar
Collis Browne: vocals, guitar, saxophone, trumpet, organ, percussion

Moments of Repetition

torching flowers and silent mornings
open up to new beginnings
depart from your old time position
yielding moments of repetition
yielding moments of repetition

explode mirrors of power searching
delayed by neverending climbings
follow us in deranged arrangements
yielding moments of repetition
yielding moments of repetition

plunging in choices of misfortune
resurface in resistence

transmissions of droning liquids
forever in your yearning
clouds of blood for new fruits of senses
never retract from your own sources
never retract from your own sources
yielding moments of repetition
yielding moments of repetition

Eric Gingras: vocals, guitar, keyboards, synthesizers, bass
Brooke Crouser: guitars
Collis Browne: vocals, guitar, saxophones, synthesizers

Falling Star

Don’t be scared to put your hands in the dirt
When she’s out you’re all alone on this earth
You feel the void that you avoid
You’re left all alone and you a boy

You beleive in things that seems to happen but they never do never do
When you wake up falling… falling… falling…

When I wake up I kind of feel you close
a star in the sky is too far away for most
You feel the void that you avoid
You’re left all alone and you a boy

Eric Gingras: vocals, guitar
Francis Amirault: drums
Collis Browne: guitar, organ

My Moving Mirror

I clap, i clap my hands in the river
i clap, i clap my hands

“it’s not you!” she says: “take off your skeleton gloves”
“i feel those words are cutting you up”
tumbling and tumbling
my moving mirror, my moving mirror

you will leave me when i get too blue for you
when it gets too late for us

i climb, i climb hills that never
i climb hills that never end

i can breath, on one side, on this side
i can go, she keeps my on the good side

my moving mirror, my moving mirror

you will leave me when i get too blue for you
when it gets too late for us

I clap, i clap my hands in the river
i clap, i clap my hands

“is it you?” she says: “take off those skeleton shoes”
“your feet hurt ’cause of the razor-sharp rocks”

my moving mirror, my moving mirror

you will leave me when i get too blue for you
when it gets too late for us

Eric Gingras: vocals, guitar, bass, percussion
Brooke Crouser: vocals, vibes
Belinda Campbell: Bandonéon
Collis Browne: vocals, guitar, saxophones

Somewhere In The Sky

Grey and shiny life of the sky
leave no message of demise
Gliding numerous endless nights
and gently pace all of your flights

take this note, follow the wind
take this oath to my dearest kin

one million arms
the way to your heart
you feel a distress
the pounding starts

one silver dart
no shadows in the world can part

i do not control her
she flies above me

Grey and shiny life of the sky
leave no message of demise
Gliding numerous endless nights
and gently pace all of your flights

take this note, follow the wind
take this oath to my dearest kin

Eric Gingras: vocals, guitar, keyboards, bass
Collis Browne: vocals, guitar, organ, drums