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Dancing Song (607)
01:09
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Eléa Eléa Eléa Eléa-Eléa-léa-léa!
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Petit Roi (581)
04:14
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I first heard you as an echo, a reflection.
We heard you as a heartbeat, a new lease, as a tense grip,
with the static in the background, in the back room.
I first touched you as a memory, a repetition.
We held you as a hot lung on a hot day,
with the static in the background, with the static as our last stand, back stop.
First touch, last kiss; first masks, the last past.
Pin it up, put her down.
You know they'll say all those things when you least wanna hear them.
First gasp, the last pass; the first last, the last task.
You got to dress it up and dress her down.
You know they tell you what you wanna hear when you don't wanna hear them.
I can be there; fill the forms too.
See me, the mirror.
I can taste it.
I can tell you (when my hands are my own, I can feel what I don't, I can feel what I won't do.)
First touch, first mask, the last kiss, the last past.
First breaths, first lapse, last task, the last gasp.
Dress her up, dress her down.
Pin it up, pin her down.
Dress it up, dress it down.
Pin her up, pin it down.
I first heard you as an echo.
We met you as your heartbeat.
I first touched you in a memory.
We held you as a hot lung breathing.
With the static in the background, with the static in the background.
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3. |
Eléa (602)
03:18
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Eléa: It was raining when we turned away.
The neon lights lit up your face.
With your swollen cheeks and that bitter taste, you hardly made a sound, you never looked away.
Eléa: With all your bones, you've got his jaw on.
With my dark eyes, you've got your stoic face drawn.
On your wrinkled hands, you've got her trembling fate.
With bated, shallow breaths we'll wait for you. Eléa, we don't know you.
Oh no, Eléa, that's a sad sound!
We don't know you, but you are coming with us.
You don't know us, but all you know are our “We got you”-s.
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Big Head (603)
03:15
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Your skin was hot to the touch. Your face was a shadow on itself. And you didn’t let anything on, you didn't shed even a tear.
In your fever, I had a dream: Hooked up, wrapped up, bags hanging off your pale, blue skin, small holes, blood beads, I know you will be just fine.
Your skin was hot to the touch. Your face was a shadow on itself. You didn’t cry. You didn’t let on anything.
In your fever, I had a dream: hooked up, wrapped up, bags hanging off your pale, blue skin, small holes, blood beads, I know you will be just fine.
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Eléa, this is the same song. Eléa, this is the same sad song.
Eléa, this is that song only for you,
all about you, about all of you, not about you, all about none of you.
Eléa this is that sad song.
Eléa this is that same sad, sad song.
Eléa, this is that loving gesture that shifts and holds whomsoever is in its grip, for these few minutes with its unending limit – my dear girl.
Oh! Eléa! Say more, say more!
Oh! Eléa! Do more, do more!
Oh! Eléa! Be more, be more – my dear girl!
Unending unconditional, unending unconditional.
The most intense metaphenomenological metaproperty.
Eléa, this is the same song.
Eléa, this is the same sad sad-song.
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6. |
Happy Birthday (606)
03:32
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I imagine singing this line to you on your birthday.
You, surrounded, by friends, embarrassed, nowhere to escape; your face, a limp smile, a mask for an infinite pride (for) this strange present, past.
At the fever’s pitch, you weren’t yourself. You were becoming someone else: a smileless sag, a tired drag. Don’t grow up so fast, don't forget to keep them with you: all those little signs that you’re all mine. Now, a heavy sigh, made-up cheeks over my dark eyes, a squeal and a cry: all those little signs that you’re all mine.
Ooh ooh ooh. (Cassandre: Baba! Eléa: This is … I was going to ??? Julie: C’est vrai? Eléa: I will show you! … I’m showing you!”)
Now a toothless grin, red cheeks, wet moist eyes, a squeal, a cry: all those little signs that you're all mine. At the fever's pitch, you weren’t yourself. You were becoming someone else: a smileless sag, a tired drag. Don’t grow up so fast. Don’t forget about us, or all those little signs that you’re all mine.
I imagine singing this line to you, on your birthday, over cut cake.
Glassy eyes, glossy cheeks, gauzy cuts, with just a little fuss, with just a little trust,
I imagine singing this line to you on your birthday, on your birthday.
Ooh ooh ooh: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10 – 11 – 12 (and one more for good luck).
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7. |
Twenty-One Days (614)
03:10
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Eléa, if I went away for some days, would you know my voice, my ways, my touch, my face?
Eléa, if I went away for twenty-one days, would you hear my voice, my pace, that I’m home and here to stay?
Twenty-one days isn’t too long(, is it?).
Twenty-one days isn’t too long to go away.
Eléa, if I went away for some days, would you know my voice, my ways?
Eléa, if I went away for some days, would you know my touch, my face?
Twenty-one days isn’t too long, twenty-one days, twenty-one days.
Twenty-one days isn’t too long to go away.
Eléa, if I went away for some days, Eléa, if I went away,
Eléa, if I went away for some days, would you know my face?
Because twenty-one days isn’t too long.
Twenty-one days isn’t too long.
Twenty-one days isn’t too long to go away.
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Eléa! Eléa! (We) want to hear you rasp, want to smell your blood,
want to scratch your skin and take it off and put it on us!
Eléa! (We) want to feel your mass, want to know your touch,
want to take your pain and put it off and put it on us!
Eléa! Eléa! Eléa!
With a squeal and a shout, with your pursued mouth – I know your name.
From your hip to your backbone, from the first to your last moan – I know your games.
Eléa, Eléa, Eléa!
Dark eyes, dark eyes.
Dark hair, dark hair.
You got the drop on the top of the month,
with your name on the tip of our tongues: Eléa, Eléa!
Eléa, Eléa!
I know it like you know it.
We know it like you know it.
Eléa, Eléa!
We know it like we know you.
I know you like you know me.
This baby’s on crack!
You got the drop on the top of the month,
with your name on the tip of our tongues.
You are the most of the worth of our selves,
with the whole of the world in (y)our lungs.
Hey you, with a squeal and a shout, with your pursued mouth, from your head to your backbone, from the first to your last moan – I know you, Eléa, Eléa, Eléa!
Eléa, Eléa, Eléa, you got the drop on the top of the month,
with your name on the tip of our tongues: Eléa, Eléa, Eléa!
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9. |
Come to Me (613)
04:21
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நீ என்கிட்ட வா (You come to me.)
அப்படி நில்லு (And stand like that.)
எங்களை நோக்கி வா (You come toward us.)
இப்படி இரு (And be like this.)
இல்லையா Eléa, இளைய Eléa?
(Isn’t it Eléa, young Eléa?)
காற்று போல் என்கிட்ட வந்து, சுற்றி போர்த்தி தாண்டி போகாதே
(Like the wind, coming to me, wrapping around me, don’t leave us behind.)
காற்று போல் என்கிட்ட வந்து எங்களை மோதிட்டு மறந்து போகாதே
(Like the wind, coming to me, dashing against us, don’t forget us.)
Eléa என்கிட்ட வா வா வா
(Eléa, come to me, come, come.)
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10. |
Like a Drum (612)
03:33
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Eléa why don’t you stand up?
Eléa put your hands up!
Eléa why don’t you spit it out?
Tell us what you really want!
This is a girl and I must play her like a drum.
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11. |
My Dear Girl (608)
00:42
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My dear girl – Hello! Hello!
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12. |
My Infinite Girl (609)
03:35
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A fold of your skin – bottomless, but we know how it ends.
A feel for your eyes – reflectionless, but we know on what they stand:
shiny, shining, watery and watering and mine,
telling told, promising of what may lie in your time.
I know your name.
I know your face.
I know how you breathe at night.
I know how you cry and whine.
Won’t I have said it? Won’t you have heard my voice?
Won’t I have said it? (To) stay still with me, still stay our hearts.
Eléa, if I could tell you something to keep with you always, to guide you up and down, over and above, and beyond and besides, won’t I have already said it?
Your name, my name, that I love you unconditionally, forever, and with an intensity that’s infinite?
(Eléa, my infinite girl, Eléa.)
Eléa, if I could hear you, to keep you with me always, to find me when up or down, now or again. Your name? Your face? Won’t I have already done it? Won’t you have said it – that you remember me with a fondness and quivering heart, and with the trust that we’ve said it, that we’ve done it, that we love you unconditionally, forever, and with an intensity that’s infinite?
A fold of your skin, bottomless
A feel for your eyes, reflectionless.
But we know how it ends, but we know on what they stand.
Shiny, shining, watery and watering and mine.
Telling told, promising of what may lie in your time.
I know your name.
I know your face.
I know how you breathe at night.
I know when you laugh and cry.
Won’t I have said it? Won’t you have heard my voice? Won’t I have meant it? Or did you just feel a breeze, annoyed, some heat, some noise?
Eléa, if I could tell you something to keep with you always, to guide you up and down, over and above, and beyond and besides, won’t I have already said it?
Your name, my name, that I love you unconditionally, forever, and with an intensity that’s infinite?
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13. |
Standing Tall (611)
05:17
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Eléa, you’re standing tall.
You’re taking what you want.
I see you.
Eléa, you’re moving on.
I can’t catch up with you.
My infinite girl, my infinite girl.
An infinite girl with infinite qualities, a wasted warp with unspun casualties, a present future with untouched, unthought lives.
Eléa, you’re standing so proud.
Eléa, you take what you want.
Eléa, with a smile so wide and a cry so loud, I can hardly see the whites of your eyes.
My infinite girl, my infinite girl.
An infinite girl with infinite qualities, a wasted warp with unspun casualties, a present future with untouched, unthought lives.
Eléa, you are a fist of firsts of fits and starts of hope and heart.
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