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Do You Feel 9 ?
05:08
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The half-cat boy / is making ploys / with fifteen toys
Predators are coming / hailing from the rainbows Number 9 is swollen / chasing echoes all around Saxophones wailed / pervading the air
Here and there oddball 9 is so juvenile
Cubism, citizens / a fly in the milk
Who looks at the «Blue Spine» / but we'll never know why I'm feeling so fine but / you're feeling so sine
The garrulous number 9 is not just a whim
We're rubber-pranksters / searching for water The toad will turn blue later, ah, ah, ah, ah !
We're not losing streaks / so fresh and we're so freaks Nothing and no one is real, ah, ah, ah, ah !
ARE YOU OKAY ? ARE YOU ALL RIGHT ? DO YOU FEEL FINE ? (X2) ARE YOU OKAY ? ARE YOU ALL NIGHT ?
DO YOU FEEL NINE ? DO YOU DO YOU FEEL NINE ? (X4)
Finally number 9 is in my mind / printed on the Polaroids /easy to find Odysseys, boundaries surrounded by the paranoids
Number 9 is slowly fading away
Surrealism / we feel cubism
Going in and out from the gum, ah, ah, ah, ah !
We run with the Chinese man / who looks at the blue spine We'll never never know why, ah, ah, ah, ah !
ARE YOU OKAY ? ARE YOU ALL RIGHT ? DO YOU FEEL FINE ? (X2) ARE YOU OKAY ? ARE YOU ON SIGHT ?
DO YOU FEEL SINE ?
DO YOU DO YOU FEEL SINE ?
DO YOU DO YOU FEEL NINE ?
DO YOU DO YOU FEEL SINE ? DO, DO, DO, DO, DO, DO, DO, DO
I'm alone / but I feel safe / this is my home This is my home / this is my home...
THIS IS MY HOME (ad lib.)
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Hey You Know Wonderland
04:20
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HEY YOU KNOW WONDERLAND !
(lyrics by Julien Ribot 1 Annabelle Jouot / Music by Julien Ribot)
I am sad and lonely / Nobody seems to notice me Darkness all around me / Day after day, I disappear
Hey you know that we really love you baby
Hey you know that the world belongs to you baby (X2)
What’s my destination ? / I feel I’m in the fourth dimension
I’m lost in the city / There’s a wall between people and me
Hey you know that we really love you baby
Hey you know that the world belongs to you baby (X2)
Woh Oh ! The world belongs to you (X4)
Shall I call your number ? / Could you take me out of my slumber ?
I am fading away / Tomorrow morning will you want to stay ?
Hey you know that we really love you baby
Hey you know that the world belongs to you baby (X2)
Woh Oh ! The world belongs to you (X4)
Now, I’m / in Wonderland / I want to take your hand (ad lib.)
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We Obi Diva
04:26
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Echoes in the void : a letter for peoploïds singing to erosion
Waiting in the sky, in a silent film, the lodger of sound and vision
I’ve got to write it down / Any movement / I’ve got to ride the town
We celebrate the D.J. / Nostalgia / We in this moving world
Junky’s coming from the silent age / out of the blue, I’m from the script of you
The world is on sale, I kiss you in the rain / I am what I play, I am what I play
The Pink monkey bird loves an / Alligator / My wife and the travelling man You’ll always be remembered / T.J.N. / Open the door to dreams
MAJOR TOM PLEASE COME BACK HOME YOUR DIAMOND DOGS YELL AROUND
IT’S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE YOU’VE GONE
Echoes in the void, a letter for a cracked actor singing for the sailors Heroes in the sky, in a silent film, a speaker for kooks with a vision
The Jean Aladdin loves an / Alligator /A lion and a deranged man
You’ll always be remembered / T.W.D. / Here’s the door to dreams
MAJOR TOM PLEASE COME BACK HOME YOUR DIAMOND DOGS YELL AROUND
IT’S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE YOU’VE GONE
(The world is on sale)
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Annabelle (Part. I)
04:25
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I would be a martian if you were green / I’d be an angel if you had wings
I would be a fade in if you were a scene / I’d be the wind if you were a swing
The magic in your words can turn the walls into butterflies The explosion of your smile is seen from a thousand miles
I would be your busker if you were a town / I’d be your sandman if you were a dream I’d be blotting paper if you were ink / a secret tale in every blink
The magic in your words can turn the walls into butterflies The explosion of your smile is seen from a thousand miles
(solo flute)
Hand in hand together we leap / across the hills and over the isles
In your smile, i can see clearly / the sweetest journeys, a thousand miles
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5. |
Time Is a Fruit
02:47
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Time is a fruit / Like a gambler in the sun
Like a doll with flaming eyes / Like a devil on the run
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Annabelle (Part. II)
03:43
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Walking to you every night / to your flat in Paris bight
Soaring soul over the streets / Sun Ra’s music in my ears
Your flat is a spaceship-stone
Stairwell like a scenery
I climb the stairs, knock the door / now you’re just in front of me
YOU ARE MY ANNABELLE / YOU ARE MY MAGIC SPELL (X2)
Bamboos and exotic plants / living on your balcony
Your kitten’s in the jungle dream
Or sleeping in Emmanuelle chair
(spoken)
Art books lying everywhere
Ceramics and a lot of flair
Black wall and some Interviews
The bedroom with the stormy moon
YOU ARE MY ANNABELLE / YOU ARE MY PERFECT SHELL (X2)
(instrumental part)
Walking to you every night I could / My soaring soul over the streets
I climb the stairs to you spaceship stone
Your stairway’s like a scenery
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Idiorrrythmie
04:04
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She’s a riddle to me / the lady in the fairground band
she’s in a 20’s movie / with a cellphone in hand
I think she’s trying to call / people from an unknown time
Between a clown and a horse / where does she come from ?
It may be just in my mind / if only this could be real
A cosmic jump in time / it’s almost like a dream
IN MY MIND, I TRY TO DEFINE TIME
Do I see what I see ? / Illusions born in a strange sea
An ocean of silver movies / and we’re all magic tricks
Now the actors are dead / but the lady isn’t born yet
She wants to find the door / of the circus floor
It may be just in my mind / if only this could be real
A cosmic leap in time / it’s nearly like a dream
IN MY MIND, I TRY TO DEFINE TIME
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Le Rayon Vert
05:11
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Beyond the landscapes and crowds / she lives on sweet golden rays
She’s called the grinder of clouds / She dreams of seducing the sun
Strolling in a garden of shiny sundials / close to umbrella pines
Naked , revealing her beautiful skin / caressing herself with sunrays
SHE’S IN THE DOLDRUMS, THE SUN DOESN’T CARE
SOMETHING IN HER BODY BLEEDS
LOOSING HERSELF IN THE CACTUS FIELDS
TODAY SHE KNOWS HE WILL
FALL IN LOVE (X4)
Night falls, she cannot sleep / she sees the moonbird she knows
She calls him, she feels alone / trying to hide from the sun
But in the wings of her marble-made lover : feathers made of pretty dancers
In front of this new impossible love / softly the grinder is crying
SHE’S IN THE DOLDRUMS, THE SUN DOESN’T CARE
SOMETHING IN HER BODY BLEEDS
HURTING HERSELF IN THE CACTUS FIELDS
TODAY SHE KNOWS HE WILL
FALL IN LOVE (X4)
A wild sadness overcomes her soul like a wave, she bleeds...
Fires and hurricanes all over hills and seas
FALL IN LOVE (X4)
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Neon Juju
07:22
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aaaaa - I get a sound / and aaaaa - I make a sound
aaaaa- I get a sign / and aaaaa - I make a sign
You’re the one I want to talk to / you’re the only sound that makes me
smile
You’re the one I want to talk to / you’re the only sound that makes me
cry
aaaaa - I save time / and aaaaa - I’ll cross the line
I want your eyes you’re so insane / I want to kiss your head again
I had a lot of love we’re chained / I want to leave for something strange
(choir)
palapalalalala papapa palapalalalala papapa
In addiction too / cities, they can read my mind
Suddenly they know someone’s in the rainbow
There’s a friction too /I just want to feel my home
But today I roam around / those bitter pink tears of mine
(choir)
aaaa, aaaa
But there’s a time to leave again (X2)
Oh! to leave again, to leave again, to leave again
Do you have another flight ? / I love all these precious days
Love is another kind of trip, it’s the only way
Shall I lit another light ? / I write just another phrase
These conversations all the days / It blows my mind, it’s a paradise
(friends choir)
(children voices, spoken)
Ringo : « Bizarrement, quand ils mangent des trucs magiques les carnivores,
ils les mangent vivants dans son corps,
comme ça, ça fasse toujours de la magie,
et comme ça, ça leur donne de la magie. »
Coco Jo : « J’aime bien cette île parce que pour remercier les météorites,
on danse avec chaque pierre dans la main
et j’aime bien danser avec chaque pierre dans la main. »
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