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Rating: As in the dialogue of "Phaedo" by Plato, Socrates, close to death, expires with his "swan song," bidding farewell with the most beautiful of his discourses on the Soul, so every man, every living being in every artistic or cultural manifestation, always departs with their most beautiful song before disappearing, swallowed by the end or forgotten.
Thus the Cocteau Twins, and with them many of the great authors we've lost along the way, after the great performances of "Treasure" and "Victorialand", leave the stage and scene through their last effort, which still tastes like music, that swan song of 1990 which is "Heaven or Las Vegas". It's the last genuine effort of Fraser, Guthrie, and Raymonde, the last work where we can still revisit the dreamy glories of previous masterpieces, the absolute last album: "Four Calendar Cafe" and "Milk and Kisses", which followed, will have nothing more to say.
In this work, everything fades slowly. It's a faint, subdued song in its more prominent attempts like the title track and the catchy "Iceblink Luck", a song that has now lost all the gothic colorations of its origins -"Garlands" now seems like a distant echo - and the dreamy atmosphere of that wonderful dream pop that made "Treasure" so loved just six years before. Some dense atmospheres like those in "Fifty-fifty Clown" (an attempt to recall the fine debut of "Five Ten Fiftyfold"?) and "Road, River and Rail", a small enveloping digression like "Fotzepolitic", some old-time vocalizations from Liz, and nothing more.
So why "swan song"? Where does Fraser’s soul expire, and with her, the Scottish-English duo? Right at the end of the album, in that final proud masterpiece that is "Frou-frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires", the last melancholy vital breath exhaled by the Twins. Liz gently returns to make love with words, revisiting the old patterns already cherished in "Pandora" from 1983, where with an abyssal alliteration of F's, she seemed to play a sweet and gruesome fellatio with the microphone, returns to play fast and loose with all the phonemes at her disposal, enchants and mesmerizes for long minutes, makes us subservient and exhausted. Here the swan expires, bids farewell, makes it clear that the Cocteau Twins stop here, and the hope of seeing them again as before is perhaps entrusted to a second life, when in a not impossible future scenario, why not, we’ll see them again on the scene to enchant us with their dreamy lullabies. We wait eagerly; meanwhile, the Fraser's song still resounds undaunted.
"... Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored
(trousers)
Limelight not the music it’s plain as as can be so
(tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(tighter)
It’s to wait for you
Rounder
Pulled rounder..."
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Iceblink Luck (03:18)
I'm seemin' to be a little odd
I'm happy again, caught, caught in time
You 'spose the daughter of yourself
Well, me, I give in to your arms
You're the mad, chokecherry coal
That will burn this old madhouse down
And I'll throw open like a walnut safe
More like a love that's a bottle of exquisite stuff, yes
You, yourself, and your father
Don't know but in your own ways
You're really both bone setters
Thank you for mending me babies
You're the mad, chokecherry coal
That will burn this old madhouse down
And I'll throw open like a walnut safe
You will seem that being throughout
That same bottle of exquisite stuff
Yes, you are the mad, chokecherry coal
That will burn this old madhouse down
And I'll throw open like the walnut safe
You, yourself, and your father
Don't know but in your own ways
You're really both bone setters
Thank you for mending me babies
04 Fifty-Fifty Clown (03:15)
I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh
Oh, and you're a lone shadow
I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh
I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh
Oh, and you're a lone shadow
I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh
Smile and face your wife angry
His life don't despise what's in eyes
He skips so as the seasons
To come as a breeze has
Again, ahead
We'll rust, our nose dust
A fine gard with pleased and, oh its true
Hill can't comfort the brain
He must come as he was
Again, ahead
And this is safe, flowing, love, soul and light
Motions aren't in the shape that emotions are
Good morning myth to somebody I call in light
Motions aren't in the shape that emotions are
And this is safe, flowing, love, soul and light
Motions aren't in the shape that emotions are
05 Heaven or Las Vegas (04:56)
Who'll ever win?
Gee, you're just so ephemeral
Go back for new
For new in vain, it failed
Singing on the famous street
I want to love me
Am I just in heaven or Las Vegas
It's so much more brighter than the sun is to me
He's a hustler
It's a role, he'll never make a suit
Hang on to this
So stay and spin and fail and fail
Who'll ever win?
Gee, you're just so ephemeral
Go back for new
For new in vain, it failed
Singing on the famous street
I want to love me
Am I just in heaven or Las Vegas
It's so much more brighter than the sun is to me
The chill must itch in my soul
That's like any old playing card
It must be why I'm thinking of Las Vegas
It's why it's more brighter than the sun is to me
Furthermore, let's blast it off
I'm dizzy so I go, another bit it off
Come fantasy, for a carnival
I'm empty before our wedding
Singing on the famous street
I want to love me
Am I just in heaven or Las Vegas
It's so much more brighter than the sun is to me
The chill must itch in my soul
That's like any old playing card
It must be why I'm thinking of Las Vegas
It's why it's more brighter than the sun is to me
Maybe there, while you was rail
I'll go in and seize your heart and be personal
I suspect I'm singing to you a tune
And still you find the beat and sing it to you soon
06 I Wear Your Ring (03:40)
You don't feel damned between the sunrise and sunset
You're damned well panicky, I know the rainy days
Please them or run on the turf
You could be raising money with your momma
You might be sure when you're round
And dressed up with kid
Take a toast to that, imbibe, you're alone
Men are so nice
Lays can be
Roses may fly
Men are so useful
He's a flirt
Men are so useful
Reflection beauty
Men are so nice
He pleases me fine
Reflection beauty
Men are so useful
Be able to feel
Don't feel damned between the sunrise and sunset
You're damned well panicky, I know the rainy days
Please them or run on the turf
You could be
You could be raising money with your momma
You could be
You might be sure when you're round
And dressed up with kid
Take a toast to that, imbibe, you're alone
Men are so nice
Lays can be
He pleases me fine
Men are so useful
He's a flirt
Men are so useful
Reflection beauty
Men are so nice
He pleases me fine
Reflection beauty
Men are so useful
Beautiful hands us no way lies a means of love
Men are so nice
On sounds and guard the stone, and bed had a law
He pleases me fine
Answers written and I reason
He pleases me fine
In the reign of sex, blown more than it's pleased to be
Fine, fine
Fine, fine
Fine, fine
Fine, fine
He's a beauty affection, oooh
He's a beauty affection, oooh
He's a beauty affection, oooh
07 Fotzepolitic (03:30)
They're young girl�s dreams.
True some do it and shoot
Like the penny-lit stars
What I was just rude
Like the scary hairs on our singing hoof
Like the scary hairs on our singing hooves
They move
A family fool, but it's you,
I can swoon inside me
Then you'll accept my things
A coloured star, but I feel strong
Luck when bound lonely to Lars
When I'm empty headed
See �n saw bounce me back to you�
Will you?
See �n saw bounce me back to you�
Will you� Oh will you?
My dreams are low, they're sick and must be drossed
They're young girl�s dreams.
See �n saw bounce me back to you�
Will you?
See �n saw bounce me back to you�
Will you� Oh will you?
See �n saw bounce me back to you
See �n saw bounce me back to you
See �n saw bounce me back to you
Will you?
See �n saw bounce me back to you
See �n saw bounce me back to you
See �n saw bounce me back to you
Will you?
08 Wolf in the Breast (03:32)
Under my shirt, Have to amass
Sling the tainted words
I'm each arms they fall on
It's my body, Puzzles the trick in me
I lend it out to borrow, it might survive
My baby's cries
Laughing on my bed, I've pretended I knew the way
Especially when, I'll revenge, all I'll need's that day
It's my body, Puzzles the trick in me
I lend it out to borrow, it might survive
My baby's cries
Laughing on my bed
I've pretended I knew the way
Especially when
I'll revenge, all I'll need's that day
I'll feel perpetual
I feel perpetual
I feel perpetual
True blue and real
I feel, I feel
True blue and real
Laughing on my bed
I've pretended I knew the way
Especially when
I'll revenge, all I'll need's that day
I'll feel perpetual, I feel perpetual
I'll feel perpetual
True and real
09 Road, River and Rail (03:21)
He'll be flied away
From those choices that they took
Naked and caught on the Isle de la Cite
Roll of home may be
There's over eleven since she's been
For machine and a feeling I still care
Faulting to mention forms in flight
Fabulous in dream of eve
Flaying on the ground and your infant lives
From out of the bayous
Seen the way is corporeal
The little pants into nowheres
Through Paris breaks soul
From out of the bayous
From must have beige
So we didn't while we seized
Until the fog made me run through that hectic glare
Love won't be forged
And was a fog, was them that cherished
Road, river and rail
"So embarrased, I'm not sure at all",
Lies mother's daughter
Truth is she found love
Road, river and rail
10 Frou-Frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires (05:36)
I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war or we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions(indications)
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war or we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions(indications)
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
Their little hands
Smooth all things
Ad nauseum
Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(Pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored
(Trousers)
Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so
(Tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(Tighter)
It's to wait for you
Rounder
Pulled rounder
Pulled rounder
Pulled rounder
Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(Pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored
(Trousers)
Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so
(Tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(Tighter)
It's to wait for you
Rounder
Pulled rounder
Pulled rounder
Pulled rounder
Pulled round
Trousers
Tighter
Tighter
Their fan I tickle
From serpents to dragons
I'd immerse you in flame
Your milk and your passion
Lead weight for his from his old turn
The young, I was eagerest
I'm losing the stars
I enlisted to find you
I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war all we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
Their little hands
Smooth all things
Ad nauseum
Things old
And young
Very young
Rise here comes our reason
of the stars I enlisted to find you
Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(Pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-coloursed
(Trousers)
Limelight not the music, it's plain as as can be so
(Tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(Tighter)
It's to wait for you
Pulled round of
Pulled round of
Pulled round of
Pulled round of
Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(Pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-coloursed
(Trousers)
Limelight not the music, it's plain as as can be so
(Tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(Tighter)
It's to wait for you
Pulled round of
Pulled round of
Pulled round of
Pulled round of
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