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Sk​í​ð​bla​ð​nir

by Le Trio de Christiaan Barnard

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1.
La Mouette 04:08
La Mouette Je jetai un coup d'œil à la boussole, elle me fit un petit sourire Je me tenais sur le pont et écouté le silence de l'aube et les vagues de l'océan tranquille Au-delà de l'eau scintillante sous un ciel d'azur sans nuages Je pouvais percevoir le contour de l'île il ne sera pas longtemps. il ne sera pas longtemps. le vent a touché sur mon visage il goûté de sel et de soleil le mât grinçait doucement et la voile m'a conduit partir il ne sera pas longtemps. il ne sera pas longtemps. mes lèvres étaient fissurés. Mes yeux étaient secs et rouge mes vêtements ont été arrachés je pouvais goûter l'eau douce déjà je pouvais goûter l'eau douce déjà Arrêtez attendez-moi J'arrive je peux voir la plage et les pas des amants qui mènent sur du sable à l'ombre des arbres oh! Regardez-moi J'ai traversé la mer à trouver ma place au soleil il ne serait pas longtemps. un petit point très haut et très loin flambée sur la brise qui me guide elle s'arrête elle tourne dans le ciel non .... pas encore Je peux voir le blanc de son ventre Je peux voir le gris de la tête le bec jaune dur l'œil orange vif qui montre sans pitié pas .... la mouette pas encore putain merde pas ici pas maintenant ... pas encore Je jetai un coup d'œil à la boussole Elle me fit un petit sourire...
2.
The Breaking Arm Track marks scuttle down my guest list Twelve good men gone who never made a test Each one would leave their corner for a good turn Where the hell was that when we used hypos on the dartboard? Memories, echo off my backbone Faces – i never even met They know so much about me now I’m reaching for the downers with my hand in my pocket There’s nothing left to do but push, push, push, on through We’ve seen much worse than this and we can make it out in one peace We are so grateful for the crumbs strewn aside in your wake Thank you for the promises but fuck you all the same Cool tyke – spitting in the back row Non stop shit blurt spewing out your bile I see damn well you got connected Looks like you’re prince of all you see So shut my mouth and call me stupid Tie my hands and slap me down I’ve had good friends who voted Tory, But when I look at you all I can see is red... There’s nothing left to do but push, push, push on through We’ve seen much worse than this and we can make it out in one peace I never heard of you before you wiped your crap in my eyes Get out get out get out get out and don’t come back Senseless. Stupid. Arrogant and useless You’re gonna get as little as they want you to... There’s nothing left to do but push, push, push on through We’ve seen much worse than this and we can make it out in one peace I hear the sound of Andy’s big machine and I say, Alright, come on, bring it on and make it now I stink of petrol and oil, my nails are broken and torn I hold a torch for every soul you spit on when you deride Your days are numbered ‘cos there’s plenty of this to go round I bring to you. A voice that will not be denied. Fucker. Cool cool fucker.
3.
Fellrunners 03:15
Snooze now silenced for the third time - wipe the sleep crust from my eyes Sink a glass of luke-warm water - so cool against my throat Stretch and touch the tips of my toes a dozen times - bathe the sweat from my aching arms spit the foam, hit the scales and fumble for a work-shirt Coat. Doors. Keys, the rain drenched pavement staggering sheep deep in the fog. Again, and again, and again and again I don’t recall and I don’t remember much yet Clock tower chiming out the factory whistle gimme coffee in a bottomless cup to wash the morning out as were walking Up the hill So turn the house down - Bring the lights up, Strut the boards Pull up your poses - lift your nose Its only half an hour – Hey I’ll see you at the bar and we can Discuss what it means and fake some angst about remembering Your dreams – how they fell short and just keep you awake When the 4.AM sweats kick in and make you shake Til the dawn’s fist cracks and and we scurry from our covers Into the rat race - foire d'empoigne. And I’m greeted at the door with a shout. Before I’ve even hit the clock and its eyes down to the floor feigning interest when required keeping mum and waiting as the second hand crawls and the calendar flies Payday comes and goes and leaves a taste in my mouth Again, and again, and again and again and Again, and again, and again and again and Again, and again, and again and again and Again, and again, and again - I don’t Remember - I don’t recall Yesterday . last week . Last month . last Year your birthday. Christmas .Nothing much at all And this is enough for now... I’m so happy. And we slide down the hill, counting the days until we meet again, In a noisier place; where we hold our drunken heads high and shout like we mean it. Like no-one is listening, like no-one remembers. As we slide down the hill, as we slide down the hill As we slide down the hill into the weekend
4.
We work so well, and take so long there is no time to remember The perfect smile, an open door Wake me up at midnight before I hit the ground You’re in my shake, you’re in my head You’re in my stagger and you’re in my breath The standing veins, the nasal scars... We’re the ones that got away I miss your buzz, your scented kiss The prize unwrapped as tight as this Locked safe in our pockets, and holding our wrists Chin up for the camera, and songs on our lips You’re in my wake and you’re in my blood You’re there in my swagger and you’re on my mind The standing veins, the nasal scars... We’re the ones that got away For I have come to lift you up To make you shiver and to fill your cup With something cleaner than it’s ever, ever been For we have been dirty for much too long....
5.
Lady Lazarus (Remix) Well August came, and came quite well, with barely a rare unprompted noise until they jumped up-tight to cut me off all a-fizz in the garden – practising new handshakes... Well there’s your first mistake boy Well you live and learn I guess Put it down to nurture – reboot and start again Simple sunshine canary yellow dress So I was buckled into my Sunday best my blisters bound in brogues of shiny leather Somewhat Elephantine in the well lit room my rictus lost on her rosebud’s grip Well I am a plagiarist and steal what I can’t make up myself But it’s gonna take more than we’ve got to give to get up. And take in the view... The banlieus of Montpellier Edinburgh in the springtime... Well give us one for the road and one for the Doktor and one for the memory of rolling you over I was quite content in the freezing rain Out in the backyard. Picking up daisies And putting them down again – one by one in a chain. Where she shimmers like a phoenix wrapped in dawn’s golden hue inverse panda-eyed ski-bunny sunburn grin Give my regards to Chamonix And give my love to Courcheval too... I am the lazy thief – who laid down Lady Lazarus come on where’s the magic act, and where’s the big prestige? It’s gonna take more than white kid gloves and a new top hat to fix this bloody thing... We’ll watch you smoke and burn – and we will nod and pull on our forelocks smile on the outside - while we chew our gums to ribbons in the heat we keep on banging - we keep on braying we keep on knocking - But we can’t get in... for keeps. Your outreaching ethics, your pro-bono efforts widening participation, all agog with adulation remember my name well and call me up sometime. I watched them drive into the sunshine
6.
Fais de Beaux Rêves Sometimes you were hard to understand I didn’t know where you were intending to go Still, we’ve been together for a long, long time i always thought that you would be always mine I never thought I would lose you I hoped we understood We were friends to the end with benefits And screaming rows I was happy inside you I liked to hold your hand Fais de beaux rêves Cherie.., They were laying it on quite thick They said you were untrue They said you’re just in it for yourself Well I know as much as I saw When I lay down in your big bed And kissed lips I didn’t comprehend walked down the street that you call home And totally got that there was something that I wanted here I was happy inside you I liked to hold your hand Fais de beaux rêves Cherie.., Fais de beaux rêves Cherie.., Fais de beaux s rêves Cherie.., BV 1: Some people here they don’t see any further than the end of their street. BV 2:J’etais chez toi, je suis chez toi, je voudrais restez avec toi Parce que je t'aime
7.
il était temps j'ai pris mon sac dans une main et mon étui a guitare dans l'autre Je fermai la porte et caché la clé sous le paillasson je voulais aller à la barre des 'Trois Faisans' je voulais rendre visite à mes gens, les vrai mecs, qui, comme moi, trouvent la vérité au fond d'un verre dans le ciel un avion passait et j'ai pensé à toi et tes cheveux longs décolorés et tes yeux gris et tes lèvres rouges et ta voix douce et timide je suis allé seul les réverbères brillaient dans le crépuscule le son de la migration pendulaire était trop fort et je voulais un coup à boire le seuil était couvert des mégots un vieil homme me regardait sans émotion alors qu'il fumait une autre clope Je suis allé dans le bar j'ai pris ma place au zinc J'ai soulevé mon verre en ton honneur
8.
Into the Sea 02:35
Now we have said all that there is and left with a painted smile three thousand days wide Stepped into the grey of East Pennine rain God I forgot just how cold it could be... I walked for days into the fog kicked up the dead leaves in burnt chestnut hues closing one eye and counting to ten Fumbled with keys and then slid down the hall Here’s one more to mark when the keel was laid down And one more for when the ribs were hammered in place And one more for when we made hell down the slipway And made our way into the sea ... now that my hands are blistered and worn Broken at each knuckle, twisted and ripped stained with the salt of too many days looking for harbour in dangerous shores We were flying our flag, proud in the storm loaded with barrels enough to get by if that was our best , I was the last to admit it Flotsam and jetsam and driftwood surrounds us now We built our boat and we built it well Through the hurricane damning Poseidon to hell Now she sits, rotting at dock And i would rebuild her if I had the chance or the luck Here’s one more to mark when the keel was laid down And one more for when the ribs were hammered in place And one more for when we made hell down the slipway And made our way into the fucking cold sea

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released December 20, 2016

Programming/Bass/Drums/Guitar/Mandola/Vocals - Andrew Mills
Guitar on Lady Lazarus - David Nolan
Vocal and Drums on Lady Lazarus - Sarah Stathan

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Le Trio de Christiaan Barnard Leeds, UK

Based in Leeds, England, TCB3 are a lo-fi / alt anglo-french, guitar and technology-based music project.

TCB3 sont musiciennes lo-fi qui jouons les guitares et les échantillonneurs, souvent ils chantent en française... Ils viennent de Leeds, L'Angleterre...
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