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Rating: Briars that intertwine and ensnare the thighs. A colossal cave, with its moist and majestic entrance. Gloomy, mysterious, and I, impotent infant, from the bottom of this deep precipice, am left open-mouthed, stunned by its enormity. I remain still, but a distant voice from within invites me to enter. By now, I've reached this point, tumbling, like Alice in the rabbit hole. Why not let go now? Why not venture forth and follow this mournful voice, yet so sensual, that, like a beguiling siren, has noticed my presence and now seeks to captivate my curiosity with wordplay and hallucinatory stories?
I listen intently to these words of hers, which to others' ears might sound like meaningless verses, mere associations of words, and yet for me, they are so profound, full of meaning, and, persuasive, they begin to become more and more familiar. "When mama was moth / I took bulb form..." This voice knows me and knows who and what I am. But it is distant, and its echo makes me believe it is unreachable, hidden in who knows what dark tunnel of this dark labyrinth that I must reach. "Five / Ten / Fiftyfold..." are like traces on the ground indicating the path I must follow. And, just as it happens to Alice just beyond that tiny door leading to Wonderland, the darkness around me suddenly transforms into a very sweet light while the desperate voice I perceived so far away now becomes closer and clearer and tells me of magical sugar sobs, of skies that open and bow to bizarre sobs...
Now this siren, this undefined being without a body, without eyes for me to look into, toys with confusing me and mocks my childhood fears, it drags me into reckless vortices, it screams pounding and incomprehensible words at me: "Glass candles are popping / Still we'll not keel over..."
And then silence.
As if I had fallen asleep. It is another distant sound that wakes me and I find myself aware of the rain of gold dust surrounding me and inside which, I can only kneel... That voice I felt closer has once again distanced itself, leaving me in this golden, dazzling, blinding mantle.
But then a lullaby creeps in slowly, slithering like a tempting serpent that I would do well to stay away from. The siren sings to me once more of illusions without history, without time, without any apparent sense: "Tinderbox of a heart / Left a shell is all..." and, again, like a jester of Evil, it drags me with an almost cheerful, carefree rhythm, the only "human" song I have heard so far, towards an exit. And now something begins to be glimpsed. My fears vanish, suddenly, without explanation, they dissipate quickly and I feel light, ready to meet the siren that has led me here with its voice. But, horror, I find myself in front of an abyss, and before me, the candid siren is nothing more than a demon ready to throw me into that dark and endless abyss. Its icy hand pushes me, and as I fall, I cannot help but hear its lament: a ruthless murderer mourning her victims. Closing my eyes, I let myself be swallowed by the darkness of this infinite abyss.
Gentlemen, this is "Head Over Heels", track by track.
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 When Mama Was Moth (03:04)
Sunburst and snowblind
I'd seen the(I shouldn't fear)
Fear running down my brook
While mama was clear(queer),
One more brook
Chills all start screaming
Ribbed and veined
The sunburst and the snowblind
A chill of fear running down my back
When mama was moth, I took bulb form
Body electric
Writhe in vain
Body electric
Body electric
Body electric
Body electric
Body electric
Body electric
Body electric
Body electric
Body electric
Body electric
Body electric
02 Five Ten Fiftyfold (05:00)
Wheezing and sneezing
Tenfold it blew apart
It halved it in half
And went gushing gust wind
Five ten fiftyfold
Five ten fiftyfold
Wheezing and sneezing
And in hand a little hand
It halved it in half
By taking it forward
It went gushing gust wind
Five ten fiftyfold
Five ten fiftyfold
Wheezing and sneezing
Tenfold it blew apart
When gushing gust winds
Turned just up north
Wheezing and sneezing
In hand a little hand
By taking it forward
It went gushing gust wind
Five Ten Fiftyfold
Five Ten Fiftyfold
Five Ten Fiftyfold
Five Ten Fiftyfold
Five Ten Fiftyfold
Wheezing and sneezing and
Sneezing and wheezing and sneezing and
Sneezing and wheezing and sneezing and
Sneezing and wheezing and sneezing and
Five Ten Fiftyfold
Five Ten Fiftyfold
Five Ten Fiftyfold
03 Sugar Hiccup (03:40)
Sugar hiccup, hiccup, Sugar hiccup
Makes the earth tough and tumble
Sugar hiccup, Heavens curtsey and bow
Sugar hiccup, Makes a pig soar and swoon
Sugar hiccup, Sugar hiccup or she reels
Sugar hiccup, Sugar hiccup or she reels
Sugar hiccup
Sugar hiccup, hiccup
Sugar hiccup, Makes the earth tough and tumble
Sugar hiccup
Sugar hiccup or she reels
Sugar hiccup
Sugar hiccup
Sugar hiccup
Sugar hiccup
Heavens curtsey and bow, Sugar hiccup
Makes a pig soar and swoon, Sugar hiccup
Heavens curtsey and bow
Makes a pig soar and swoon now
Sugar hiccup or she reels
Sugar hiccup, hiccup now
Sugar hiccup, hiccup
Makes the earth tough and tumble
04 In Our Angelhood (02:59)
He's gonna chalk you out
In his angelhood
He's got the love, let- let us
Like he said he would, like he said he would
He's gonna chalk you out
In his angelhood
Please stand alone and let us
Like he said he would, like he said he would
Like he said he would
Like he said he would
Like he said he would
Like he said he would
Like he said he would
Like he said, the angelfish
In our angelhood
Now our heart's on the edge
Like you said they would, like you said they would
We're truly angelfish
In our angelhood
Now our heart's on the edge
Like you said they would, like you said they would
Like you said they would
In our angelhood
In our angelhood
In our angelhood
Judging you, Angelhood, Judging you
In our angelhood
In our angelhood
In our angelhood
Judging you, Angelhood, Trust in him
In our angelhood
In our angelhood
In our angelhood
Judging you, Angelhood, Trust in him
In our angelhood
In our angelhood
In our angelhood
08 Multifoiled (02:36)
No longer multicolours, multifoiled
No longer multicolours, multifoiled
I'm multifoiled
And time opens wounds, yes
I'm no longer multicolours, I'm just multifoiled
More worthless love, for I'm all lackluster
I'm no longer multicoloured, I'm just multifoiled
Years were filled again
That died of what was sweetest
I'm no longer multicolours, I'm just multifoiled
More worthless love, for I'm all lackluster
I'm no longer multicoloured, I'm just multifoiled
More worthless love, for I'm all lackluster
I'm no longer multicoloured, I'm just multifoiled
10 Musette and Drums (04:36)
Did it again
We're fast follow trained, yes
Money and
Watching gets too hard
Writes a song
The favor of Juliet's
Somebody's
She turned thirteen oh
Tragedy end
Am I pretty enough
Musette and drums
Our answer Juliet's
Somebody's
She turned thirteen oh
Writes a song
The favor of Juliet's
Somebody's
She turned thirteen oh
Tragedy end
Am I pretty enough
Musette and drums
Watching is too
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