Publié le 28 Mars 2012

 

1.             Love To Love You Baby

2.             I Feel Love

3.             Try Me I Know We Can Make It

4.             Could It Be Magic

5.             I Remember Yesterday

6.             Once Upon A Time

7.             Now I Need You

8.             Let’s Work Together Now

9.             The Hostage

10.         Lady Of The Night

11.         Four Seasons Of Love : Spring Affair

12.         Four Seasons Of Love : Summer Fever

13.         Four Seasons Of Love : Autumn Changes

14.         Four Seasons Of Love : Winter Melody

15.         On The Radio

16.         No More Tears (Enough Is Enough) Duet with Barbara STREISAND

 

 

Also:

 

·               She Works Hard For The Money                                    in MONEY & FINANCE

 


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1.             On / Off                                                        from Human After All

2.             WDPK 83. 7 FM                                         from Homework

3.             The Brainwasher                                      from Human After All

4.             Make Love                                                  from Human After All

5.             Around the World                                      from Discovery

6.             Robot Rock                                                from Human After All

7.             Oh Yeah                                                      from Homework

8.             Superheroes                                               from Discovery

9.             High Fidelity                                               from Homework

10.          Human After All                                          from Human After All

11.          Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger             from Homework

12.          One More Time                                          from Homework

13.          Television Rules The Nation                  from Human After All

14.          The Prime Time Of Your Life                  from Human After All

15.          Technologic                                               from Human After All

16.          Steam Machine                                         from Human After All

17.          Too Long                                                    from Discovery

18.          Revolution 909                                          from Homework

19.          Something About Us                                from Discovery

20.          Digital Love                                                from Discovery

21.          Face To Face                                             from Discovery

22.          On / Off                                                        from Human After All

 

 


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BAALEVOLENT

 

Ordo ab chaos

 

Nothing… Nowhere… No one… Nothingness… if not less even…

Nothing but the great big empty void… A void of voids… A void devoided of voids even… Voided… Void…

Nothing… Nothingness… Emptiness… Absence… Permanent remnant immaterial unreal resilient absence… to the point of indecence…

 

Tick… Check…

We could think… we could never think…

One would think…

One would think of a trial…

One would think of an error…

A mere test… A blank check… A blank a gap to be filled…

A shot in the dark… without gun with no bullet… in the hope of stirring… A reaction… A commotion… A motion… Emotion… Animotion… Bimbo crimbo in limbo… riding a time bomb… womb and tomb all in one…

 

Nothing… not a sound not a sight… no one in sight… invading pervading essence of abstinence… No action no caption… not a sound in sight…

 

Still no nothing no one nowhere nothing…. Nothing but nothing…

And from nothing nothing from nothing was going to amount to something…

Nothing from nothing…

 

That was where it came from… A black hole… colourless matterless black hole…

 

Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrack !

Bannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng !

Boom ! Shebang !

The whole big shebang…

Kerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrang !

 

A friction. An action. Contraction. Counteraction. Contradiction. Contrition. All with its wake of paraphernalia of traceless tracks…

Aum ! Ôm !

Big bangastic beat of a universal drumkit breaking out from beyond beyond… Yonder wonder… plundering… A space opera to start all space operas from here to eternity… The first movement played in undertones of final overture…

 

Crash !

Bang !

Wallop !

Crash bang wallop !

 

Wasteland… stretching from boundary to boundary of a boundless expanse… ringing out in resoudning ricochetting silent echoes of silence… transcient echoes of science…

 

A thrill a reedy tripple ripple on the surface of this unfathomable ocean of emptiness a wave a tide… thripple…

Amazing amusement of a fanciful mischievous if not rebellious whimsical god waving his magic wand to command the arrangement of a deranged plan… Sushi tsunami maki casually thrown into the bowl to this carefree cradle all to the aim of mixed the most improbable ingredients of life untried untested all thrown in… A just-add-vitamin mix-ready to rock and roll the dice of a grand farce… a show to go on and never forgotten… never to stop dead in its tracks… from times immemorial to times immemorial… to smear its empire to all universes known and to be known… and beyond… way beyond the outskirts of imagination…

 

It started with a sound a sound of silence. And silence hit… Silence hit home… if there was a home… From the word go the word was out… out and about out on the rampage… of the launching ramp…

 

And the word was and the word was law.

And the word was law for the word was god’s word… to man.

Illegitimate child of ebullient existence and bullying evidence… aboard this chaotic exotica… of a hitchhiked intergalactic ride… on a galactic shark… at the speed of light… into the darkest night… the bolt through the night turned to light…

 

And then there was light !

And the void felt alive… swarming with life… Alive with life… Afizz… A blitz…

The void was not so void anymore… Emptiness filled its space… Space began to fill to the point of overflowing with life surging scurrying hurrying… urgent emergence… raging like a mad bull in a china shop… Alice in a malice game of rocket crocket…

Relentless unrepenting vengeful engeance engineered by an army of blind bats…

 

Wham ! Bam !

Undeterred by universal laws… ginormous logistics were deployed to rule and reign over this new found territory in the most spendthrift thrust to thrive… to date.

No expenses spared no holds barred…

Hocus pocus…

Abracadra !

 

Hustled and bustled shuffled and ruffled in this ball of confusion the compass whirling in the trade winds of its treks rushed in where fools rush in…

Cold fusion in the confusion of the heat of the action…

Prey to the maddening spin of this this spinning wheeling bolt seeding while speeding… making a bizarre beeline for the buzzing beehive bazaar…

 

And thus launched thrown overthrown from the end of the end of the end of the universe from a system of solar systems from yet another nebula nothing could should would stop it… waltzing amok blitzing awol…

 

Open at the great shebang beating of the sticks and stones of this tonedeaf orchestra… With no expenses spared… a ream of instruments battling for a realm of disturbance… A wrecking ball jerking jitterbugging a ball and chain as though in a tug of war waxing and waning in peaks and troughs… wrecking bull in a china shop…

An evil ball calling the tune of an astronomic symphony… The grey matter of a blue print recipe for disaster.

Catapulted here the stone in this pit of a universe was to be the seed of life as we know it… slithering hither and thither way beyond the end of its tether… outstayed its welcome… A wrecking ball ringing the toll of death at the time for life…

 

Hell raising paradise to be raiding the wreck running aground… Atomic croft craft making hasty way to the altar of its holocaust…

Hurly burly hillbilly higgledy piggledying its way up with a downstroke. Groggy Gog and Magog watching over the destiny of an ill-fated mismatch of all sorts…

 

 

Motley crew.

Motley crowd.

Chaotic cannon of a fantastic symphony new world symphony. Debutante debuting in a cosmic ballet cosmetics of astral disaster… Before it was even born this world was already in serious decompositional phase…

 

Valkyrie riding merrily on high on a merry-go-round to hell… Equestrian epic… Epicentral Hell raising grazer to the onlooking stargazer… Apocalyptic obstetrics… acrobatic genetics…

Appealled and appalled… Looking at such tectonics one can but hardly begin to imagine mechanics in one’s wildest dream.

What lunatic ever threw the dice ? ever set this dice rolling on the milky way on such a wild bet such a wild card such a wild guess ?

What conductor ever offer to conduct this evil wand of a musician magician ? What chef ever threw in this organic mixing bowl this volcanic melting pot ? What mad scientist ever put forward such a scientific if not magic formula ?

Who what where why and how ever triggered the whole shebang ? this deflagrating hodown ? to bring about such commotion beyond repairs ? Write-off life before it was even written ? What madness what fury what impulse ? Unstable emulsion…

Who in their wrong mind ?

 

Rocking and rolling in the insane bowling alley of wrecking ball… devastating diva riding the high Cs of this evolution devolution… Flight by night blast from the past getting its show on the road… Higgledy Piggledy marching its way on to wholesomeness oneness awesomeness…

Ring-a-ring o’ roses… in forever increasing vicious circles… spinning and winning and gaining momentum… wheeling and reeling… bolting snowballing to mega magnate magnetic… fatal attraction… Whizzing swizzing grizzling across the great universal field… at the speed of lightning… on a road to nowhere… like there was no tomorrow…

 

Hit and run on the run…. Hanging loose… Running loose… running away on the runway of the stars...

Collecting reaping sowing the seeds of the ingredients thrown cast to the illwinds… tradewinds of the whims only run aground on the shore of life…

Astronomical gastronomy alchemy magic potion that came without caution nor notion of its animotion… Mighty Aphrodite on the game on the make…

Elemental arsenal out of the arsehole of a universe in reverse…

 

Ring a ring o’ roses… and round and round we go… Crash bang wallop… Tam tam tambourine jamboree… Shake rattle and roll in this Bowlingwood alley ballet… Adam of construction and Eve of destruction… all sorts cavort in this mayhem muddling meddley…

The whole shebang… all thrown into one… the take-it-away-boys of La Booga Rooga bongo banging… Smashing collection collecting gathering smithereens…

 

Riding the peaks and troughs of this profit and loss on the account of universal recount flashmob heartthrob crop gallop… trot… flop… stop… drop… neverending merry-go-round spinning pinball game… riding the cock-horse of origination… rough with the smooth of the ups and downs and the pros and cons of this ride on a shark in the dark…

 

The skiff of sketch of life on the brink the cutting edge of abortion… Distortion and corruption of life somehow somewhere managed to elbow its way in… to worm its way into evolution… wild card  of creation emerging from the very depth of the abyss anon… Anonymous random act of evil reckless wreckedness wretchedness stretchedness… rising expanding surprisingly… blowing its own trumpet to a full size Barnum act of circusness… of its own vollition…

 

Fallen prey to its own predatory instincts… on the rise from the deepest layer of the scrap heap to rack and ruin… violently brooding and breeding… cryptic chromatic charismatic in hysterics… fast and furious running up the ramp to rampage… a stampede centipede speeding… big bangastic… bombastic… sexplosive extatic… out on a limb… a fallen angel… for the sake of a devil… evil two of a kind… Improbable collage emerging from this camouflage…

 

 

Nowhere else neither in heaven nor hell could such a spell have given way rhyme nor reason to this eventful resentful realisation… dawnation of damnation… this  unisphere universe in adverse perverse reverse… pulsation… verging on the void on the brink… edgy on the edge… blunt… bold rock on the run… rock after rock jumping on the bandwaggon for a free ride home…

 

Epileptic dynamic… ballistic logistics… ecclectic electric… excentric dynamo…

Fretting fidgety jittery bug… This play dough was stirring in its wakening and revving up to the shaping of things to come… just as its environment was coming undone…

 

Whatever happened whatever took place whatever it took a whole new array was in the making with a newly rearranged alloy as best ally… compost composing posing as the ground for a brand new adventure the greatest battle ever for the most outstanding challenge that is life…

 

 

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Pi A… Pi A… Pi A… Pi A…

Pia Inuqtitut is beautiful but nobody has noticed. Nobody has noticed her. Nobody noticed. Nobody ever took any notice.

Pi A… Pi A… Pi A… Pi A…

 

Men speak, women listen but neither ever listen to her. Neither ever listen to each other. Nor do they look. It’s each to their own. Their own world… Their own separate world… Each look to a side. Their own side. Their side. Nobody looks aside. Nobody takes any notice. Sometimes their eyes meet. Sometimes their looks match. Sometimes their looks lock.

 

Her warm clothes in this arctic winter give her the look of an astonaut. And the gait of an astronaut. That walk. Catwalk.

Clumsy in her apparel upon this earth… more astronomic than catastrophic. Catatonic at times more than anatomic. Her earth is far from this land and the way she bounces and rebounds on the ice bubbling about the white… That weightlessness seems to tug her about in all directions but one… Walking like on the moon… The moon beckoning her. That light in the dark. That white beyond the sweeping wiping white of her world.

 

Pi A… Pi A… Pi A… Pi A…

Her grandmother was two-tone singing over and over in recurring circles still rocking her as she could barely stand, let alone walk…

Her venture into the big white world is no greater feat than mere adventure. Only to find out eventually that there was nothing to discover. Nothing there for her. Nothing but a great white. An even uneven frozen white. That past the great white desert was yet more great white desert… One desert after another… Vastness vastly deserted by life as we know it. That deserted desert. Empty outside empty inside. Empty inside out. A world upside down. Topsy turvy. Clocksy turvy even.

A desert where the midday sun followed the midnight sun and the midnight sun followed the midday sun. Where the winter moonlight lights the polar night and the polar day alike. Where time stretches and the day follows the night and the night the day over and over and on…

 

Pi A… Pi A… Pi A… Pi A…

The diatonic threnody of the ancient kattajak bounces in ricochets on the infinite ice… the infinite white… the infinite wild… the infinite quiet… with remnants of another life in another world… in another time… Another space… under the thick layer of the white cover of her bed… where this permafrost world -while forgetting her- propels her… further still from her world… from the world… despite her. A tale she repeats every night like a two-tone word in a two-tone world.

 

Pi A… Pi A… Pi A… Pi A…

And her voice resounds in each snowflake falling from the sky as though a heavenly necklace of glittering musical pearls…

And the sky extends its expanse for this boreal choral. Like fireworks lightening up the sky in a show delivered by the god of snow.

In the dark night of this whitewashed world, she lights up like the moon… in a monochrome film.

 

Pi A… Pi A… Pi A… Pi A…

Tick tock ticking away of the biological clock… A clock that doesn’t chime… The wheel of time keeps that motherly instinct going like a river that flows quietly… like a life that strives and thrives on the sly. A two-tone life.

 

Pi A… Pi A… Pi A… Pi A…

The tune comes on like a a galactic tone ringing on a satellite dish in the Arecibo ring… stranded landed from the furthest reaches of the furthest reaches of all known and unknown universes still no one outside deciphers.

 

Pi A… Pi A… Pi A… Pi A…

Stranger to this strange land, she hovers over the ice white on white in her only polar bearhide to show for fashion.

She bounces and rebounds hither and thither groggy from the glare staring back at her about her featherlight world.

She stumbles and staggers like a newborn baby white elephant miscast in this ballet settlement.

 

Weightlessly weighed down in this pervading permeating desert.

As far as the eye can see… As far and further still than this limitless desert.

 

She walks gawkily painstakingly breathlessly as though she was out of breath deprived of oxygen…

Air fills her lungs not her sails, she cannot take off… She whirls and twirls in a snowflake parade in this tinless mirror atmosphere with all to its name but an everpresent absence. Oxymoron of life and death all in one.

 

Pi A… Pi A… Pi A… Pi A…

In her igloo she sews until the snow stops. Trying to piece her existence together from rags of life she only borrows as she furrows for life. She is sewing the same outfit which b     ags and gags her. Estranging her from her own strange life.

 

On the drifting ice she chases bears… she howls like wolves… she howls at the moon… on the moon… under the moon… to the moon… What difference does it make in her world that remains in the dark even in the brightest light ?

 

She is as far from the earth as from the moon… She is as far from the world as from the moon in her world. She is as far from the world as from her world.

In her fears she ducks to the deck of the land and confides in the moon. She turns to the moon dances to the moon dances on the moon. Dances for the moon.

And in this gloom the moon looks less blue.

 

Pi A… Pi A… Pi A… Pi A…

She’s from somewhere else and she’s elsewhere. Far in space and time…

She belongs to a world that doesn’t belong to her.

A timeless space going back to the dawn of times vanishing into the timelessness of time where time no longer knows time.

She walks as though in a dance in a trance… Wrought up in her suit and brought up in her uses… She whirls and twirls prey to dizzy spells waltzing in the dazzling flakes.

Storm clouds fog… Immaterial host and ghost she doesn’t leave tracks… she doesn’t leave trace… she doesn’t carbon print transparent in this white world. Vaporous. Volatile expression of mankind in this world where man thrives… while woman strives. Hard. Hardly human woe man…

 

Pi A… Pi A… Pi A… Pi A…

Crystal chrysalis, she mirrors life.

She barely dreams there is life anywhere else. Lost in this lost world. She crosses over to the other side of her life to her other side returning to what she was… what she’s always been… where she was… and the melody lingers on… She purrs and murmurs the words of her curse… Tuning into the jolly melody of folly for threnody.

 

She feels on earth as if she was in heaven… in a setting of northern lights for lanterna magica in this camera never really totally obscura to likes of lux aeterna.

 

Pi A… Pi A… Pi A… Pi A…

Pia Inuqtitut has wings but who cares…

Comet in a full Copernician revolution shooting star unwinding in waiting she keeps afloat by dreaming of escaping of flying away far away so far away from here… from this place that’s all ice and snow where blow the blows… to smithereens… out to the outer space… starring in a show as dark as the night and yet all the while as white as light.

A star in infinite and undefinable space. Out of time out of place.

A star living in a space fit for astronauts.

 

Pi A… Pi A… Pi A… Pi A…

 

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Publié le 7 Mars 2012

Peace (adapted from Catherine Lara’s Foutons-Nous La Paix)

 

Peace

Leave us in Peace

Peace

Give us Peace

Peace

A little respect if you please

 

Enough salt in the wound

Sorcerer’s apprentices

Quiet please

 

Peace o mother

My life lies in the dust

All I can hope for is sunlight

They have bombed my home

And thrown my brothers down in jail

Fanned the flame of shame

 

Peace

Leave us in Peace

Peace

Give us Peace

Peace

A little respect if you please

 

Enough salt in the wound

Sorcerer’s apprentices

Quiet please

 

They have shed much more blood

Than there is water in the ocean

I want to see the children smile

Don’t you warlords and tyrants

 

Oh my love

What if we declared love

To love !

I have been waiting for you forever

Are you there ?

We have left to ourselves

A little more than eternity

Is that enough ?

 

 


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A few lanky goats between the sand and the rocks… she fancied herself soon married in her long idle days in the beating down sun…

Life… love and children would come… would come her way… and life would go on in the old way… its always ways… a cast iron future set in its ways… day after day after day after day taking on to forever… flatlining the outline of her life…

Unmoving progression of a meandering road going in the same direction… tradition… for transition with all that it brought along in peace and undisturbed unchallenged rest… resting assured… assuring reassuring…

When fate got its knickers in a twist… on the outskirts of her universe…

 

A few lanky goats between the sand and the rocks… she never thought she would ever be disturbed disrupted in her thoughts…

She had a narrow escape… more scared than scarred… ripped clothes… without the shadow of a warning her life was torn apart… from her… a part of her would never be the same again… ever…

 

And then in a sudden outbreak the sky tore open and the ground split wide…

and then the sky raged and the ground maimed… and then the blue of the sky and the gold of the sun were nothing but dark clouds staining smearing scorching… taking on the hue of a harbinger of death… and then Nora the terrible one the stubborn fell to her end in a swan song Bâââââ… and all the birds suddenly took off to the evil once sheltering sky…

and then it all went so fast she barely found the time to remember…

Mommy ! Daddy ! I’m scared… I’m cold… I ache deep down inside me…

The evil birds of a vengeful god… a revengeful god…a scavengeful god… hovered over her land… her wasteland… a country gone to waste… to waste her life…

 

And then thunderbolt and lightning struck… Metal shower storming over… under… like a hell shower…

In this world that has nothing to take nothing to give… nothing to lose even… no heaven… why break hell loose ?

Why did the sky suddenly break? Suddenly rage ? On the rampage…

 

She knew nothing of the world beyond the mountain… her oasis was her oyster and her clouds all had silver lining… this trough of her valley will be grooved engraved forever in history… the shame will remain even when the story is told… even when the story is over… it will never be over… over here…

 

That hole… that big hole bored born of this thorn in their side… wide open wound bleeding messy pussy… no healing in this hailing hell… the cut will cut deeper and deeper… stretching broadening the edges that distance her world from the world… the rest of the world… she will never know…

 

 

A few lanky goats between the sand and the rocks… she fancied herself soon married in her long idle days in the beating down sun…

Life… love and children would come… would come her way… and life would go on in the old way… its always ways… a cast iron future set in its ways… day after day after day after day taking on to forever… flatlining the outline of her life…

 

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