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to one in paradise

by BUSSY

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1.
Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine. A green isle in the sea love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and Bowers, And all the flowers were mine. And all my days are trances, And aH my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, By what eternal streams! And all my days are trances, And where thy footstep gleams In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams! TO ONE IN PARADISE TO ONE IN PARADISE FOR WHICH MY SOUL DID PINE TO ONE IN PARADISE MY SPIRIT HOVERING LIES TO ONE IN PARADISE For, alas! alas! with me The light of life is o'er! "No more-no more" (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar! Ah! dream too bright to last! Ah, starry hope! that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the future cries, "On! on!" - but over the past My Sp.u`it hovering lies, aghast! And an my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, By what eternal streams! And all my days are trances, And where thy footstep gleams In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams! To one in paradise To one in paradise To one in paradise TO ONE IN PARADISE TO ONE IN PARADISE FOR WHICH MY SOUL BM PINE TO ONE IN PARADISE MY SPIRIT HOVERING LIES TO ONE IN PARADISE FOR WHICH MY SOUL DID PINE TO ONE IN PARADISE MY SPIRIT HOVERING LIES But to be overcast..
2.
For all our cheap thrills Partner in crime We shall pay the bills For our sweet long pantomime Time is ripe for us And you can watch me now As I watch them turn to rust They'll say we have sinned My sweet partner in crime Words from a dustbin Without a rime There is no turning back for us No, no turning back Reckon they must be on our tracks Those who ain't free Partners in crime Take me to the other side Partners in crime Take me to the other side For all our cheap thrills Partner in crime We shall pay the bills For that sweet long pantomime Time is ripe for us And you can watch me now As I watch them turn to rust Don't look back in anger Keep your eyes on the road A strange noise, a flat tyre And a dead toad Partners in crime Take me to the other side Partners in crime Take me to the other side
3.
Ma Chair 03:35
Dans l’attente d’un camping sauvage, d’une caravane lente D’une lune de miel dans les dunes J’isole les combles m’isole de toi De la lumière, de la chaleur Te sauverai-je toi ma chair Toi qui m’étais si chère Te sauverai-je toi ma chair Toi qui m’étais si chère Sujet esseulé, missive veuve Aucune nouvelle à l’horizon Si vaste que les ombres s’effacent Aucune nouvelle dans la chaleur des moissons Te sauverai-je toi ma chair Toi qui m’étais si chère Te sauverai-je toi ma chair Toi qui m’étais si chère Dans l’attente d’un fragment d’idylle Dans l’attente d’une poussière d’amour D’une salive dans le désert Je tisse ma laine de verre Me sauveras-tu de l’ordinaire Me laisseras-tu dans l’ornière Moi qui suis nu et si fier La peau rayée de verre Te sauverai-je toi ma chair Toi qui m’étais si chère Te sauverai-je toi ma chair Toi qui m’étais si chère
4.
Here 03:36
Answer July Where is the Bee Where is the Blush Where is the Hay ? Ah, said July Where is the Seed Where is the Bud Where is the May Answer Thee – Me Nay – said the May Show me the Snow Show me the Bells Answer Thee – Me Nay – said the May Show me the Snow Show me the Jay ! Answer July Where is the Bee Where is the Blush Where is the Hay ? Ah, said July Where is the Seed Where is the Bud Where is the May Quibbled the Jay Where be the Maize Where be the Haze Where be the Bur ? Here - said the Year Here - said the Year
5.
An Island 03:35
Of Bronze - and Braze The North – Tonight So adequate – it forms So preconcerted with itself So distant – to alarms An Unconcern so sovreign To Universe, or me Infects my simple spirit With Taints of Majesty Till I take vaster attitudes And strut upon my stem Disdaining Men, and Oxygen For Arrogance of them My Splendors, are Menagerie But their Competeless Show Will entertain the Centuries When I, am long ago An Island in dishonered Grass Whom none but Beetles – know

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released November 12, 2010

XAVIER BUSSY voc, clarinet
FREDERIC JAILLARD voc, guitar
JEAN-BAPTISTE SABIANI keyboards
ALEKSANDER ANGELOV bass
FABRICE MOREAU drums

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