• Audio
• Photos

Lyrics

text/voice : Black Sifichi
www.blacksifichi.com

Black Sifichi (voice/text) + Hervé Vincenti (guitars / samplers / keys) + Andy Diagram (trumpet / electronics) + Raphaelle Rinaudo (electric harp) + Perceval Bellone (saxophone/clarinet) + Stefano Tedesco (vibraphone) + Philippe Petit (laptop)

I was made to bleed for you.
Bleed for you.
From my nose, my eyes,
From my col, coal, cold, cold...

I bleed, I speed, I pet my brain.
I look at the bay
and I cry, I scream
And the blood comes out in little bits.

The tension and my love for her
Makes me flip between para-bile, our paraboles,
Para-thoughts or para-arguments.
A Para-bile and hell.
And I bleed.
I bleed through my nose for her.

And the pulse races between here and there
All these edits -
They were like a lucky day in the studio
Behind a door. Above the cold floor.
This French country is getting colder and colder.
But her heart is so warm, So robust.
Roman. Roman Blood.
Filling the canals from Florence to Pisa to Napoli.

But some of the real words no longer seem true.
How to spell love ?
L.O.V.E. - L.O.Veeee - L.O.Veeeeeeeeeeeeee

Spirit. Spirit The core - and contre spirits
Doubts and arguments
Certainty and lust.
Notes spread out against the sky.
Dark Blue.
With a hundred questions that finish with, why ...?

Dreams in cars reeling through cemeteries
buzzing with blue winged flies.
Daedelus with his cane. Buzzing with his nose.
While the sun burns out another sun
While the sun burns out another sun
While the sun burns out another sun, another sun.
And I am destroying myself like a world pumping minerals and gas
And when I go there,
There will be nothing left.
Only a shell in a haven
In a house and a vest.
The blue flies flies buzz back and forth
and drop on the spots
eat the rest of what was
of what could have been
for me, for you, for me and you.

And all the heavy paranoia was expelled.
With the records and words.
Just go to hell. Go to hell.