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Rating: There was a time, not too long ago, when my grandfather, tested by the war as I have already recounted elsewhere, was forced to sustain himself with a specimen of the feline race.
For years he was addressed by his friends and neighbors with rather suspicious "meow, meow" that made him shiver and rethink about that mushy rabbit served to him years ago when the sky was plagued by airplanes laden with bombs and on the ground the most you could dream of was a nice polenta.
Well, those ambiguous "meow, meow" I found them again, and the madeleine effect is quite unsettling, in the brand-new Cocorosie CD... a sweet counterpoint to the ingrown toenail that evolves piece by piece in the ecstasies of an out-of-tune piano coupled with a hearing-impaired pony.
There is no need for the contribution of the joyous Gayetudine of His Excellency "Antonio and the Giovanni" to lift the effect of diabetes mellitus... the testicle suppurates on the second track and the pineal gland wonders: "But is that Marisa Laurito singing?".
And again, the madeleine takes me back to the Elysian fields of "Small Fans", a show I always longed to participate in... I never made it.
And perhaps this is why I can't bring myself to like Cocorosie: I am angry.
Let's talk about the toys: how many, too many; but such nice little toys. And the gospel. ahhhh, I can't resist; when I hear gospel I get the urge to try with the neighbor: a poor overweight woman but extremely nice, surely you would imagine her with a little flower tucked above her ear and the shrill little voice as she approaches singing "Armageddon"... practically a fury from the asylum with a lobotomized girl endlessly repeating a nursery rhyme for idiots... while in the background the incredibly unusual instruments of these two goddesses of migraine obsession crackle.
Here, the most fitting example for this music: you lying on your side, focused on a point on the ceiling to get over the damned headache... the feeling of nausea, the pain... my god it must pass, it must pass, and below, like a tribal dance of heated cherubs you have Bianca Cassidy, or whatever the heck her name is, scratching her vocal cords and squeezing her very limited intelligence to shatter the last glimmer of hope.
Hang the "moment" on the hook, the ingenious Cassidy sisters have arrived and they will shake the mucus onto your forehead; they will penetrate your ear canals and test your biblical endurance... Job, reading his book might help you. Really.
Obsession, that’s the right term. Background noises; murmuring; if this is making music then tomorrow I'll also lock myself in my phantasmagoric cabinet, in my jacuzzi, mouth smeared against the faucet murmuring incomprehensible words while my cat, saved thank goodness, taps the rhythm, randomly, with his paws on the sink.
In one word: what a bore guys! What a bore. Pure malodorous uterine discharge passed off as innovation, because now it’s enough to slap on a disc all the bizarre ideas that come to mind to make critics say: "Wow. Seminal. Exceptional. Poetic". But what a bore no? Can't we say it? Well, this album is a real pain in the backside, plain and simple. Only "Brazilian Love Song" is spared with its flair for TV interval music... the ones with the sheep and the name of the city, do you remember them?
I do not recommend it, like gonorrhea. My debatable opinion.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 K-Hole ()
Tiny spirit in a k-hole
Bloated like soggy cereal
God will come and wash away
Our tattoos and all the cocaine
And all of the aborted babies
Will turn into little bambies
Wounded river push along
Searching for that desert song
And mozart's requiem will play
On tiny spearkers made of clay
Tell my mother that i love her
Martin luther you're an angel
Charming monkey saunter swagger
Drunken donkey limbs disjointed
Your chest is a petting zoo
Mexican pony fucked up shoes
I dreamt one thousand basketball courts
Nothing holier than sports
Dragonfly kiss your tail
Precious robot built so frail
Universe of milk and ember
Your hot kiss in mid december
What's god name i can't remember
Trough the crack eye lovely weather
02 Beautiful Boyz ()
Those, those beautiful boys
Those, those beautiful boys
Born illegitimately
To a whore, most likely
He became an orphan
Oh what a lovely orphan he was
Sent to the reformatory
Ten years old, was his first glory
Got caught stealing from a nun
Now his love story had begun
Thirty years he spent wandering
A devil's child with dove wings
He went to prison
In every country he set foot in
Oh how he loved prison
How awfully lovely was prison
All those beautiful boys
Pimps and queens and criminal queers
All those beautiful boys
Tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears
His greatest love was executed
The pure romance was undisputed
Angelic hoodlums and holy ones
Angelic hoodlums and holy ones
All those beautiful boys
Pimps and queens and criminal queers
All those beautiful boys
Tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears
All those beautiful boys
Pimps and queens and criminal queers
All those beautiful boys
Tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears
All those beautiful boys
Beautiful boys...
All those beautiful boys
Beautiful boys...
Those beautiful boys...
03 South 2nd ()
Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight
Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight
Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight
We don't need no baseball bats
We don't need no silver ghats
But we're gonna fight tonight
Put up your dukes and fight
Big brother's just standing on the side
Watching you flex your pride
But you know if they all jump in
Big brother's got your skin
The ice cream truck it sings no more
All the kids from school are keeping score
You swing and you duck and you hit the floor
But you gotta get up at least once more
Mama comes screaming down the stairs
Everybody looks but nobody scares
Mama can't believe that nobody care
It's her baby boy how do they dare
Mama says bitch come over here
If you're so tough you'll have no fear
But why's you bring your friends
And the whole damn school
To watch my baby boy go down like a fool
But brother says mama they're the same damn size
Got to let him grow up and get street wise
But mama says baby go get that bat
And come back down and beat some ass
Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight
Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight
Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight
One wrong move and it'll be too late
Mama won't be making no birthday cake
It all went down one afternoon
In Brooklyn
04 Bear Hides and Buffalo ()
Lead canoes collide inside
Pocahontas came to me in a reverie
War paint and tobacco stains
Piss on the earth
A pile of dead men
A pile of dead dead men
Bare hides and buffalo
Mildew with fever
In a time of wintryness
Naked bronze trembling queen
Stolen from Egypt
Buried in England
Island of the blue dolphin
05 Tekno Love Song ()
I fell in love with a bad bad man
Ever since I met him I've been sad sad sad
I'm a jail bird to your music
I'm a criminal in your prayer
I watch you in your sleep even when you're not there
Rainbows wept color all over the streets
When you went away maybe one day we'll meet
Lip stick I'd wear for one million years
Just to stop your eyes from falling them tears
I fell in love with a bad bad man
Ever since I met him I've been sad sad sad
I'm a jail bird to your music
I'm a criminal in your prayer
I watch you in your sleep even when you're not there
Rainbows wept color all over the streets
When you went away maybe one day we'll meet
One day we'll meet
One day we'll meet
One day yes maybe we'll meet
06 The Sea Is Calm ()
The sea is calm through the video camera
Like a dead light bulb
In a bucket of water
Yes in a bucket of water
The sea is calm through hand made lenses
Like animals in soundless dream
Like animals in bottles of butter
A miniature sailboat tin foil and paper
The waves are big and there's a warm wind
He's in the spotlight of a broken sun
He dropped his body like an anchor
Like a lump of sugar
And he dissolved
On the anniversary of his death
She drew a beautiful picture of a whale
She drew a picture of a whale
She drew a beautiful picture of a whale
She drew a beautiful picture of a whale
07 Noah's Ark ()
Thank You God for this fine day
Bless all the children of the world
And thank You for the plants
And the animals
Bring me sweet dreams tonight
And help me be good tomorrow
Noah's ark came to my house one day
With all his animals
And he took me away
Noah's ark came to my house one day
With all his animals
And he took me away
Thank You God for this fine day
Bless all the children of the world
And thank You for the plants
And the animals
Bring me sweet dreams tonight
And help me be good tomorrow
Noah's ark came to my house one day
With all his animals
And he took me away
Noah's ark came to my house one day
With all his animals
And he took me away
Thank You God for this fine day
Bless all the children of the world
And thank You for the plants
And the animals
Bring me sweet dreams tonight
And help me be good tomorrow
Noah's ark came to my house one day
With all his animals
And he took me away
Noah's ark came to my house one day
With all his animals
And he took me away
Thank You for the plants
And the animals
Bring me sweet dreams tonight
And help me be good tomorrow
And help me be good tomorrow
Bring me sweet dreams tonight
And help me be good tomorrow
08 Milk ()
I want to give you my milk
I want to give you my milk
Yes I want to give you my milk
09 Armageddon ()
And then the lights came on
In the middle of the night
What I should do with my life
How I should spend my time
I'll be a stock broker and get me a wife
Have the diamonds cut
Have the diamonds
Let's all gather at Time Square
And lets all say a prayer
To Walter Disney and Mike Tyson
At Madison Square Garden
And the lights came on
In the middle of the night
What I should do with my life
How I should spend my time
I'll be a stock broker and get me a wife
Have the diamonds cut
Have the diamonds
And Jesus said they're a girl's best friend
And hell they'll last forever
And Jesus said now take her hand
And raise this harlot's bastard sun
And the lights came on
In the middle of the night
What I should do with my life
How I should spend my time
I'll be a stock broker and get me a wife
Have the diamonds cut
Have the diamonds
And afterwards we'll all go to hell
When the money's all spent
When the money's all gone
There'll be a place for us in Heaven's gate
Waiting for us on lay away
And then the lights came on
In the middle of the night
What I should do with my life
How I should spend my time
I'll be a stock broker and get me a wife
Have the diamonds cut
Have the diamonds
And oh what a pity the world's not white
And oh what a shame I don't have blue eyes
God must have been a color blind
If I made the world it would be all white
And oh what a pity the world's not white
And oh what a shame I don't have blue eyes
God must have been a color blind
If I made the world it would be all white
11 Bisounours ()
Il fut un temps où rien n'était éteint
Où seul l'or de mon coeur donnait l'heure
Et alors j'étais fort, mais j'ai perdu la fleur et l'innocence
Dans ce décor je me sens perdu, rien n'a plus de sens
Mais j'ai encore quelques rêves et si tant est que j'aie le temps
J'irai caresser leurs lèvres
J'ai encore quelques rêves
Et si tant est que j'aie le temps j'irai caresser leurs lèvres
Il fut un temps où rien n'était éteint
Où seul l'or de mon coeur donnait l'heure
Et alors j'étais fort, mais j'ai perdu la fleur et l'innocence
Dans ce décor je me sens perdu, car rien n'a plus de sens
Si le temps avance trop
Je me sens de taille
Je suis un enfant
Je refuse le temps
Je regarde le ciel et cet arc-en-ciel qui m'apaise
Je regarde la lumière et puis j'erre dans mes rêves
Oublier le temps
Rester un enfant
There was a time when nothing was unlit
When only the gold of my heart would give the time
And then I was strong but I have lost the flower and the innocence
In this setting I feel lost ’cause nothing has got anymore sense
I still have a few dreams as long as i’m given enough time
I’ll go and caress their lips
I still have a few dreams
As long as i’m given enough time, I’ll go and carress their lips
There was a time when nothing was unlit
When only the gold of my heart would give the time
And then I was strong but I have lost the flower and the innocence
In this setting I feel lost ’cause nothing has got anymore sense
If the time is running too fast
I feel like I can do it
I am a child
I refuse time
I watch the sky and this rainbow alleviate myself
I watch the light and then I wander in my dreams
Forget the time
Keep being a child
12 Honey or Tar ()
I undressed you with my eyes i have
Maybe even raped you
In a dark and eerie corner of my mind
I tucked you there
And touched you in a dream last night
Pushed you aside when you entered
My thoughts at the wrong time
I have sat up upon your lap and
Saddled my thighs around your hips like ropes
I rode you on a chair and in the shower
And all the while i clung heavy to your back
My desire deeply harnessed in your spine
While I squeezed you like a tree trunk
You may have been one
Sexless and comfort in your mind
Even barer than a child's
I'm riding recklessly through a thick and humid
Jungle growing anxious with the deep and primal
Yearning that stirs
Deeply pulsing up toward the surface
Like sap rising or honey or tar
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