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Mi Bruja (The Witch's Call)
I love mi bruja
And her pearly nails drawing in the sand
The future of this wasted land
I love mi bruja
And her watery eyes seeking in the ocean
New sacred places of devotion
She calls me
I love mi bruja
Oh when she dances turning in a spiral
Connecting us with the new moon cycle
I love mi bruja
And her dark brown hair painting in the sky
Velvet wings of a butterfly
She calls me
I love mi bruja
As I am watching her sitting still in silence
Looking for her inner diamonds
I love mi bruja
And her fairy garden hidden in a mountain
Where sleeps the flow of a gentle fountain
She calls me ad lib
A,Servant
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2. |
Roving gypsies
04:39
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Roving Gypsies
They left last night, a tribe of fiery eyed
Wise women with their infants wrapped in slings
Who clutch the milky treasure as it swings
To satisfy their hunger while they ride
The men with well-oiled muskets walk beside
The wagons filled with all their earthly things
And sweep the skies for lost horizons, kings
Going deeper into exile with each stride
The cricket when it spies a gypsy band
Chirps louder from its burrow in the sand
Cybele loves them well and shall bring forth
Sweet water from the rock then desert shade
Oases where a feast is always laid
And keys to kingdoms never seen on earth
C.Baudelaire.
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We Are
04:37
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WE ARE
We are the wind
We are the galloping horses
We are the rain
Fertilizing the thirsty lands
We know the voices
Of our Mother Earth
We are the sources
Springing from the ancient rocks 5
My friend
Join the journey
From the biting north to the gentle south
My friend
Join the journey
From the glowing east to the sinking west
We are the fear
Shivering in your darkest dreams
We are the joy
Dancing in your children’s laughter
We are the bards
We are the witches
We are the fools
We are the damned
My friend
Join the journey
From the biting north to the gentle south
My friend
Join the journey
From the glowing east to the sinking west
We are, We are, We are……….. Ad lib
A.Servant
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Cassandra's Eyes
04:09
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If I could loose my eyes
And walk blind in the streets of the city
If I could loose my eyes
And never see the burning trees
What a poisonous gift, Cassandra’s eyes
If I could loose my eyes
It would be such a rest
If I could loose my eyes
Not to see the world in flames
What a poisonous gift, Cassandra’s eyes
If I could loose my eyes
I’d never say a word again
If I could loose my eyes
No one would call me the insane
What a poisonous gift, Cassandra’s eyes
Oh sun, bright and jealous sun
I’ll cut your golden cock
For what you did to me
Me, your lady…
A.Servant
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Sleeper in the valley
04:25
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Sleeper in the valley
A green hole where a river sings;
Silver tatters tangling in the grass;
Sun shining down from a proud mountain
A little valley bubbling with light
A young soldier sleeps, lips apart, head bare
Neck bathing in cool blue watercress
Reclined in the grass beneath the clouds
Pale in his green bed showered with light.
He sleeps with his feet in the gladiolas
Smiling like a sick child, he naps:
Nature, cradle him in warmth: he’s cold
Sweet scents don’t tickle his nose;
He sleeps in the sun, a hand on his motionless chest,
Two red holes on his right side.
A.Rimbaud
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6. |
Behind the Curtain
03:46
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Behind the Curtain
I stand
A snake coiled around my hand
Soft and bold
Skin covered with sand and gold
See me, see me shine
I am a boy and I am a girl
Born in a southern world
In the wood
I am the misunderstood
In the mist
I am the one you’d like to kiss
See me, see me shine
I am a boy and I am a girl
Born in a southern world
To marry me
Earth stopped blossoming trees
To possess me
Sky slaughtered the morning light
See me, see me shine
I am a boy and I am a girl
Born in a southern world
A.Servant
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7. |
The Boatman's Song
04:52
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The boatman’s song
When I die, lay me on a canal boat
With my feet towards the bow.
Shall it be my destiny…
Shall it be my destiny…
Mind the rocks if you have a smoke
Be aware, it’s not a joke.
Never close your eyes…
Never close your eyes…
The canal glides you into mysteries
Centuries of memories
There’s a whisper in the trees…
There’s a whisper in the trees…
They know the songs, the good lads who slide along
Along the Grand and the Royal
Water flows and goes…
Water flows and goes…
Open your lock, there’s a boatman at the door
Laughs and talks tumble the docks
Trust the silent law…
Trust the silent law…
What a life, I’m the water’s wanderer
I am free as one can be
I’m a wind of liberty…
I’m a wind of liberty…
A.Servant
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8. |
13th lock (part 1)
03:45
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13th Lock
Oh a bright born day, in the month of May
And a weeping group stands by
For to bid adieu to the gallant crew
That sails as the sun mount high
Leaning over the waves and the mariners brave
That wreck might on storm or rock
And they laugh and smoke and they jest and joke
Though they’re bound for the 13th Lock.
Oh skippers! Quote a mariner gay
Who stood nine narrow bone lane
I’m a sailor old and I threw as bold
As roves on its angry main
Thirteen be still to the number ill
Be ware young man don’t mock
Right scornfully, laughed the captain see
I am bound for the 13th Lock.
Ah Pat be ware, cried a dangle fair
Sail not today me dear
We warned all scorned this Friday morn’
The day through mariner’s fear
And what would I do Pat if I lost you
Sure my heart could not stand the shock
Full merely laughed the captain see
I am bound for the 13th Lock.
Cease long your sighs dim not your eyes
With beauty killing tears
And you may be bound I’ll come back sound
So calm your woman’s fears
And I bring to thee a chimpanzee
A parrot and a Jalberwalk
A kangaroo and a cockatoo
From the wilds of the 13th Lock.
Traditionnal.
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9. |
Oh me Love
03:10
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Oh Me Love.
Oh me love is a boatsman
He’s handsome and tall
He sails down the Barrow
The neatest of all
With his red rosy cheeks
And his scarlet blue eyes
He’s the pride of the Barrow
My young heart’s delight.
Now I wish him safe sailing
On the Isle of Man
I wish him safe sailing
As the north wind that blows
With a pair of fine horses
Gong down to Carlow.
Traditionnal.
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10. |
Baby Beluga
02:51
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Baby Beluga.
Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea,
Swim so wild and you swim so free.
Heaven above, and the sea below,
And a little white whale on the go.
Baby beluga, baby Beluga,
Is the water warm?
Is your mama home with you,
So happy.
Way down under where the dolphins play
Where you swim and splash all day
Waves roll in and the waves roll out
See the water squirting out of your spout
Baby Beluga, oh, baby Beluga, sing your little song
Sing for all your friends, we'll like to hear you
When it's dark you're home and fed
Curl up snug in your water bed
Moon is shining and the stars are out
Good night, little whale, goodnight
Baby Beluga, oh, baby Beluga, with tomorrow's sun
Another day's begun, you'll soon be waking
Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea
Swim so wild and swim so free
The heaven above and the sea below
And a little white whale on the go
You're just a little white whale on the go
Raffi.
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11. |
Blowing out the Moon
02:41
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BLOWING OUT THE MOON LULLABY
1, 2, 3, the moon lies on the sea
And the night smiles to thee
The sky and the stars
Play invisible guitars
And the rolling hills gently close your eyes
Sitting at the window you spy the night rise
Awake or asleep
You sing the blowing out the moon lullaby
4, 5, 6, the tide moves and speaks
The smiles are so bright in the night
And no need to cry
when we say bye bye
We’ll meet a little later in the night
Sitting at the window you spy the night rise
Awake or asleep
You sing the blowing out the moon lullaby
A.Servant
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Alain Servant Dublin, Ireland
The music of Alain Servant is a synthesis of his years of artistic vagrancy. His practice is based in narrative: his craft is the construction of worlds where everything is distorted yet illuminated. Listening his albums is like rolling through the shifting narrative structure of a dream revealing a unique wisdom that weaves piss and vinegar parables, speaking reassurances in hoarse tones. ... more
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