1. |
On Sun
07:50
|
|||
|
‘Solar Space Kommander Kerfoot logged in…
All co-ordinates locked in. T minus 5 minutes. Boosters booted. Space-suited. I got my black box on.
I got my black box on.
And the sun sure shone… “
Ra! Ra! Ra-Atum-Khepri…
I got my black box on.
Journey to the centre. For the core. The hardcore. The corpse corps. The solar dimension.
Past the point of no return.
Let the sun warm you, not burn you. One bad turn can turn you to ash, to a crisp. A will-o’-the-wisp.
And whispers in the wink.
D-Deficient on a one-way mission. Be efficient, even into oblivion.
Flames licked scorch-tipped wings.
Into the corona - One careful owner… Horus (of course, of course).
The solar fission tore us apart. Straight into the heart of the fireball.
27 million degrees Farenheit. A one way flight.
D-Deficient. On a one-way mission
Be efficient, even into oblivion.
Ra! Ra! Ra-Atum-Khepri
One bad turn can turn you.
God of the sun, the earth, Hades. Heaven or Las Vegas.
Past the point of no return.
Scorch tipped wings. Flames licked feathers.
Over and over and over.
The solar dimension.
That's the helium.
“Ra-Atum-Khepri sails across the sky in his solar ship.Floating his boat into the chromosphere. A trillion tiny lights, so bright that they can only pop like bulbs in a torch and drop like embers.
All forms of life here, Ra called each of them into existence. One by one
By speaking their secret names.
Ra-Atum-Khepri.
Aaah, peace.. Peaceful. Tranquility. Tranquilized.
Are we in heaven? Or Las Vegas?
Hey, I think we….”
(Mission aborted. Whereabouts unknown).
words by B. Snaith
|
||||
2. |
ET Androids In Lascaux
06:46
|
|||
3. |
She's A Changeling
06:20
|
|||
|
For as long as she can remember,
From the cradle of maternal arms to the circle of her siblings,
Always floated the vague feeling of not belonging to humankind
On her skin, fleeting caresses, the touch of a wing.
In her head, jingling laughter, ephemeral sparks
Ghost voice accents and unknown phrasings
But she's the only one who feels them
Is she a Changeling?
D'aussi loin qu'elle se souvienne, du berceau des bras maternels au cercle de ses frères et sœurs.
And always, in the eyes of those around her
An uncertain light, a subtle shift, a nameless fear
And the turbid water of doubt, an impassable barrier
Is she a Changeling?
For as long as she can remember
Mirrors never reflected more than her shadowy figure
An overview trembling through mist swirls
The white bright spot of a starry face
Pierced with a strange green light by two fathomless holes
This magnetic gaze that keeps its mystery
As if it brooded lights of time immemorial.
She knows that it is the mark of a parallel world
Yes, she's the only one who holds the key
She's a Changeling
Words by Luciole Langevine:
|
||||
4. |
Violet
06:07
|
|||
5. |
The Unloved
08:10
|
|||
6. |
||||
|
They were juggling, precariously balanced on the crest, repeating "all is fine". Large misleading smiles, bloodless lips, muffled sore beating of their sad hearts. Soft and sweet armors. Smooth, so smooth but mendacious.
Prayer to the mountain.
Don't try to cheat and swallow your pride. If you want to be fulfilled, show your fangs and thorns that tear, because the mountain, without compromise, flushes out the lie.
Send it roll-rounding down the slopes, where spread and stagnate all the dregs of the world.
Words by Luciole Langevine
|
||||
7. |
Silent Fall (Le Tic)
06:08
|
|||
|
SILENT FALL 2 (LE TIC)
And the tic. And the tac
Just before the edge of the world, before the last cleaver. Fatal slip in final icy night. Just before silent fall.
And the tic. And the tac.
Dreary hours, workings of a bloodless heart, drag themselves along. Sarcophagus nailed to refluxing space, weighted with lead grey.
And the tic. And the tac.
Disunited. Lonely. Discarnate arrhythmia. Intermittent fog.
Just before silent fall.
However, one step aside there is the teeming life. Purple and gold light. Softness of sun rays and dance hearts beating. Rough touch of conflicting feelings or glorious warmth of skins in unison.
Make one's farewells.
Last glare. Just before.
Before.
Silent fall.
And the tic. And the tac.
Lyrics by Luciole
|
||||
8. |
||||
|
Schwanentanz (The Danse Of Swans) - words by Karin Tarabochia.
Morbid bird, at the table with me today. Do I read him, does he read me? Throw him seeds, from which love grows, blow the frost. I’m rolling, stumbling, falling on the heart road. And what carries me? A ray of sun. The hollow hand holds in a loose clutch. Weather blesses. Farewell is always approaching. Too tired, much too fragile! A crape has surrounded me. Could it be different, better, softer? How often the world knocks, bulges in my round! Seeing with free eyes! Life is beautiful! Star, on which I wander cosmically - Every night a book opens itself and catches the fall to the valley, Light-trail in the darkness, into which each farewell bends.
And my dreams fly away. We go the way of shards on colorful splinters. A pall smoothes the land to a wing. Crows circle. Still I can dress every sentence, put him boots and a sea. My knowledge still travels with me, my anticipation looks under the whispering. If it were permitted, would all be lovers?
Ship in the swell, let us fish! A few throws. Spread a few ideals, which contain us, in the sea and sing!
How long does time tear the thread and ladder us? Has wings, colorful bird Dragonflight,
The ghosts are still silent, quietly involved. Blue, nothing but blue and green, in which the sun is playing. Zones, which we enter and leave, seen at light: Pollen. All decays and paints the ground, and not even that remains. But still everything is possible and nothing ends, before it is to an end!Continue to throw the ball, chase the glances, live the dream. Revelation is announced. Wonderful metamorphosis! Instead of torn open land smooth world skin! Instead of power struggle the dance of swans and jubilation! But still everything is possible and nothing ends, before it is to an end! Throw the ball, chase the glances, live the dream. Spread ideals, which contain us, in the sea and sing! And someday we see the path dropping from our feet, becoming lighter, going on...
|
||||
9. |
||||
10. |
||||
How I Wrote Elastic Man UK
How I Wrote Elastic Man are Barry Snaith (m1nk, TIJ, The Inconsistent Jukebox, The A2K) & Garry Marshall, featuring guest
vocalists. Music recorded in France & UK, vocals recorded Austria, Greece, France & US.
Produced by TIJ.
Cover art by Greg Oire.
TIJ and m1nk albums are available on Seja Records / Candy Bomber Music, The A2K releases available free on public resource.
© All rights reserved
... more
If you like How I Wrote Elastic Man, you may also like:
Lomea’s edgy electronic music runs from jittery, drum ’n’ bass style rhythms to pools of oceanic ambient.
go to album
ART IMITATES
by Repeated Viewing
A film score full of ambient, minimalistic tracks; a dreamy procession made for late-night listening.
go to album
The Burning Skull + Craquelure EP
by Cédric Pin/Glen Johnson
Melancholy synthpop that has the gravitas of darkwave, combining dour vocals with deep blue electronics.
go to album
Fuego Futuro
by Miguel Gil Tertre
Prismatic electronic music from this Brussels musician where waves of synth rise and fall over jittery rhythms.
go to album
Maran Atha
by Miguel Gil Tertre
Inspired by the Syrian desert, neoclassical composer and producer Miguel Del Tertre creates a soothing, hopeful sound-world.
go to album
An Animal Orchestra remixed
by After Altamont
Stavros Potamitis & Constantinos Parisinos, aka After Altamont, recruit friends to remix their last LP; the results are dark & ominous.
go to album
Audient - Curfew
by Audio Werner
The latest project by the electronic artist was recorded, composed, arranged in a day-long session.
go to album
