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A Mirage
03:28
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A Mirage
I measured the landscape and a cabin of clay
marking down the hills, they seemed to disarray
I ran to the liquid, another mirage
as by the time I finally got there
it turned into grains
I hurried back to the tent where she lay down
sharing her bag with a stranger, naked on the ground
from wall to wall our distance touched
as she gave birth to a dead child
as soon her fingers clutched the sheets
I measured the landscape and a cabin of clay
marking down the hills, they seemed to disarray
I hurried back to the tent where she lay down
sharing her bag with a stranger
sharing her bag with a stranger
naked on the ground
naked on the ground
naked on the ground
naked on the ground
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Sand
03:29
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Sand
Everything of value turned to sand
And every conversation turned to dust
She just whispered she felt like six years back
As she lay down, I smiled again
Suddenly she said she had to pee
And pulled her skirt up to her hips
Well I just did know where to look
Suddenly she said she had to pee
And pulled her skirt up to her hips
Well I just didn't know not where to look
I focused my eyes
On an ancient book
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Facing the moon
03:56
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Facing the moon
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below
Watching the torches lighting the sand
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Throwing away the angle of wood
Pouring the limbo of cylinder sounds
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below
Watching the torches lighting the sand
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below
Watching the torches lighting the sand
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Throwing away the angle of wood
Pouring the limbo of cylinder sounds
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below
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Things I was due to forget
The walls at home were growing mouldy.
Things I was due to forget
They started throwing strange things at me
some of them wore only red
A man hanging on the ceeling
and smoke hung in the air
I was teased by some flashbacks
and people coloured their hair
The sound of dancing getting soggy
or else the floor getting wet
The walls in there were growing mouldy.
The thing I was due to forget
Things I was due to forget
Things I was due to forget
Things I was due to forget
Things I was due to forget
Things I was due to forget
Things I was due to forget
Things I was due to forget
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The 9 fingernails
04:04
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The 9 fingernails
We sit 'round the fire
We sit 'round the fire all night
We sit 'round the fire and pray for the dawning
It's okay.
It's allright
We can dance all night
Them 9 fingernails
Them saw a paw in the night
Them want to run and hide
But it's okay.
It's allright
Them go astray
Them go beyond arid trees
Them go across the withered the land
It's okay.
It's allright
We can dance all night
All night...
All night...
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The heat
04:40
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The Heat
It's so hot in here, even the rooms shrink...
They're building a dancehall, they copied the dunes...
Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home
Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home
The heat increases, our swamps vapourize.
If it keeps rising, only insects survive.
Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home
Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home
We fight desiccation, our skins shivel up.
By cutting down the plants, They cut away the shadows.
Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home
Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home
desiccation, desiccation, desiccation
Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home
Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home
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Tribe
01:12
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Tribe
When she gave birth under the mouldy scaffolding
of what later should become a wooden dancehall,
the ancient women wailed.
I, at that time, was busy measuring the landscape,
marking down the points of value.
There were still traces of artificial grass,
under a soil of fungus.
That night, it occured to me that
someone of the tribe
howled against the moon.
I watched him doing it for
about eight hours,
untill the night had past.
Next morning, we discovered
someone had been stealing food from our suplies.
So we were forced to go back and leave these people.
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8. |
The hunt
02:55
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Instrumental
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Somnambulist Belgium
Mark Hélèné Joseph Burghgraeve was born in 1961.
From young age, he tampered with
electronics.
His first "performances" were feedback patches on a broken amp, and self made effects.
He got his first synth, sequencer and a Vocoder and formed M.BRYO & D.M.T. and later Somnambulist.
2005, KOYT!
2020, a Live Stream on TV Centraal.
2023, music used in the television series "1985" on VRT max.
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