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Celebration

by Gerard Watkins

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1.
Forages 04:24
Au fond des forages qui abreuvent nos nerfs Se forge un langage qui donne vie aux éclairs C’est pas un désert qui nous fera lever Mais juste une caresse sous la forme d’un coup de pied C’est nos abîmes qui nous réveillent Nos insomnies qui nous rendent beaux Verse ta salive dans mon oreille Chaloupe tes jambes comme un roseau Le temps part en vrille vas y mène la danse Fait voler la quadrille et pardonne leurs offenses En rupture de graines le temps nous le rend bien Réveille toi ma hyène atterri enfin Y a rien de plus nul qu’un guerrier urbain Y a rien de plus noble que les essieux d’un train Ils perdent le nord à s’enfermer Contre leurs flèche un pas de coté Demain la frontière nous tendra son fil Je te prête mes ciseaux si tu ravales ta bile Ey que la colère disparaisse s’évanouisse comme une promesse Et que nos spectres deviennent cendre et que rugissent les amours tendres
2.
Stolen Child 03:39
The Stolen Child William Butler Yeats Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And anxious in its sleep. Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In pools among the rushes That scare could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. Away with us he's going, The solemn-eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal chest. For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
3.
Celebration 03:36
Working on a song Set you back on course Feed it through you veins Rid you of remorse So step out in the hall With your thumbs on the chest Elbows in the air Dressed up in your best Celebration of a one way dance Celebration of a one way dance Trying to get involved Hold a grip on what’s wrong Get some riddle solved Bury negative thoughts Watch your kneecaps tremble As U listen to my song And the hours come piling in The hours of sleeping yourself strong By the way do you know whet the mean by peace Celebration of a one way dance Always thought they’d get U in a trance Thought you’d work on your home But U work on yourself instead Pay few xtra dollars U can even it do it in bed Priest ain’t around no more And your grandma’s kinda dead Cash can open up ears but they will end turning red My song can work you wonders No need to say a word Get yo body ready Dance like a paradise bird Let me introduce you to your future where everything ain’t quite as it used to where everyone lies ready to die while the government flies right by like a vulture where daily routine is a daily routine new movie every week but I ain’t seen a new scene all shit’s the same yet who’s to blame people would doanything to get the fame one path one step one wiggle one dance one track one tape one rhythm one sample U wanna be a cool kid oh that simple get yourself some Yeezies and a bif of Bape too one mistake and ur the Ugly Duckling there must be something wrong with this system so if your pissed of against the nation join us all in a celebration
4.
Ca ne me dit rien de me faire couper en deux Ca ne me dit rien de fuir en avant Ca me dit trop rien de me faire cirer les yeux Ca me fait rien touts ces pièges qu’on me tend C’est aujourd’hui hier et demain c’est toujours C’est comme ça que je reçois le temps C’est un plat qu’on me serre dans le désordre du rien C’est un masque taillé dans du vent C’est beau de rêver le matin et de rugir le soir en se serrant les dents Encore faut-il que le toit soit de bronze que les murs sentent le mauvais ciment La vie semble belle quand elle sert plus a rien qu’elle est là pour se jeter dans les champs C’est la rançon de l’errance elle m’est rare elle est m’est chère je la serre je la perds je l’apprends Quand je tombe lentement - derrière les ondes du néant Quand je tombe savamment - derrière l’ombre du bouclier blanc Je n’écouterai pas les stridentes sirènes des pourpres des bleus des blancs Je suivrais les traces de la chienne sereine dans l’espoir de lui faire trente enfants Mais déjà c’est trop tard le jour se fait noir nous ordonne de tous foutre le camp Le dernière tasse est toujours la meilleur Il est temps de se trouver un banc J’aime les moines et le cercle de silence il n’y a vraiment qu’eux que j’entends C’est le trésor des humbles d’être prit en défaut de se sentir a poil en décembre C’est le prix à payer pour ne pas être faux un oubli un maitre du chiant Des se couper de la marche qui sent bon la débâcle et de se laisser choir vraiment Dans la lande des tourbillons Dans l’attente du poison Dans la tombe de cendrillon Dans la chambre du pharaon C’est ma main que je tends son regard qui se libère sa salive qui se transforme en sang Quand je franchis la ligne comme une aveugle elle cligne comme une sourde elle se protège le ventre C’est la terreur des autres mon chien mon apôtre qui frissonne à s’en claquer les dents Le froid me pénètre et je ri de mauvais coeur et je joui qu’on va tous faire semblant Il me reste une lueur que je vénère quand je pleur qui se fige a chaque fois que je me mens Il me reste un neurone qui se fout des clones qui ont beau se prétendre des géants C’est ne voix qui me perce une aiguille qui me berce un manteau qui me sert de paravent Vous êtes fous d’avoir raison j’ai raison d’être fou on va se quitter comme ça bêtement Où est ta lumière, maintenant ? Où est ton armée d’absents ? Où est ta fronde de savants? Où est ton bouclier blanc ?
5.
Néologisme pour néolibéraux illogiques) Un florilège d’investissement - de fric à mettre en arrière plan Et non - sans contrefaçon Avachi dans un canapé - chevauchant sur la canopée Des tas de cendres de ta maison Si lui dit vrai qui est ce qui ment ? S’il est dessus qui est dedans ? En vert - et contre toute raison Une cure de blair - une chute de blé - gerbe de flair - une paire de dés Pour dire qu’il n’y a plus de saisons Et le manque à gagner est le butin de l’araignée Et des ombes du fond de la tombe où nos âmes sont enterrées Et le bout d’os - au fond de la moelle – est là pour qui crèvera la dalle Et les mouches qui se mangent la toile - chanteront fort ce madrigal Une ouverture à ras la bourse - le temps que le diable aille faire ses courses Et qu’est-ce qu’elles sont lourdes à porter A passer dans les mailles du filet de peur qu’on l’attrape au collet Il change ses langes d’identité Bien fiscal est son paradis où tout est d’or comme il l’a dit En joie de son lointain exil Le plus on coule le plus il grimpe le moins c’est cool le plus tu il pimpe ses dents - de sang il fera mille Et hop et hop ah bon eh oui et c’est comme ça Je dis que ça craint tu dis que t’as faim il dit que c’est rien et tout ça pour notre bien Et nous sommes toujours des iles. Car bien au delà du parasite que tout séduit qu’un rien excite Est loin d’être jaune le péril Bien fiscal est ton paradis Une ombre au moins ça a un air Lui n’est même pas dans le dictionnaire Et dans ses voiles y a vla du vent On l’a senti on a prit cher passer par la porte de derrière Les balles toujours bien dans son camp Et le manque à gagner est le butin de l’araignée Et les ombes qui creusent notre tombe sont bien les seuls à nous damner Et bout d’os au fond de la moelle est pour qui se fera la malle Et la mouche qui se mange la toile chantera fort ce madrigal
6.
Old engage in arm locks with the heathen Young indulge in star struck misbehaving Veil of Jordan girl gets caught in cycle wheels Charlie’s angels sunbathe by the squatting leaves Ethiopian restaurant is open Philipino cook is outside for a smoke Bearded ruffian grunts cos he’s so broken Vaclav as a waiter but a hell of a joke I was born with technical decisions Ran away from segregation hell Fought my way through moderation limbo Woke up in a cosmopolitan shell Gucci mama drops her bag in the sewer Tie Rack Jack is late for a low-cost flight The smell of falafel is growing stronger It’s not organic but worth a hungry bite Jaffa’s looking for simple expressions Ways to change and die then be born again Rock and roll is good for all his pressure Gipsy pharaoh says to get his ass from the rain Dog soldier’s son he is so happy His father’s shack finally burned down last night Looking for a gig but it ain’t no music Got to be somewhere in town a cage fight Meet someone today from somewhere else You now she will produce the hidden words They’ll hit you like diamond in the face All the rest just leave it it to the parking ticket birds I was born with technical decisions Ran away from segregation hell Slept my way through moderation limbo Woke up in a cosmopolitan shell
7.
Woke up on the 19th floor last night with no clothes on Burning my wings over you Number 9 gave our loving bodies a cold shower nothing we could do I got nothing in common with U except being lost little girl Take me by the head and blow it the rest will follow Fight against sleepy death under the lampshades They roll up they crawl up they blow up out of the blue Only the night - only the night - can keep us together Only the night - only the night – can hide is till dawn home Only the night, only the night - can fix all your faces Cos' only the night, -only the night - will hide us till dawn Trying to count how many U's there are - Russian Doll Must be 'round 16 The Us's you use are sharp & deadly - user unfriendly The U’s you hide are shrewd Traded threads of knowledge for a hole in your twisted mind Buried a hatchet below crawled up and died in your shrine Living with wild beasts sharing the rent in your hive The wild one the tame one the blue one - the one that's naked & blind Only the night - only the night - can keep us together Only the night - only the night – can hide is till dawn home Only the night, only the night - can fix all your faces Cos' only the night, -only the night - will hide us till dawn
8.
Raging Rocks 04:15
Took a walk down to employment lane Careless and casual and colder than a letter from Cain All i could do think to keep from going insane What will be there loss will be my gain The lady at the desk was a tumbling dice The way she’d lean on her file made it all look so nice Guy on my side straight out from men and mice Drooled as he listenened to all this friendly advice Never thought i’d make it through he day So many suckers singing come what may For something they can do nothing they can say There are no raging rocks left anyway Anything goes said the company wiz I got mine don’t worry about his Do what u want just don’t call it what it is Keep you chin up go outo make us some biz I signed up all their papers with a sense of relief Sharpened my knike and cut me some beef I ain’t got the guts to be a common thief I’m a free and aging man going underneath Eating chips on my couch with a twist of shame A sparrow flew in my room and told me is name Said his cousins were all dead and he was to blame For sleeping on the job on the lookout for planes Mr sparrow i feel sorry for you But sleeping through this hell is all i can do I swear my soul is safe and sound and true Jus don’t know where it is and away this bird flew
9.
Did u forget to pass out in the hall paper coupon in your hand ? Did u forget to blow an extra fuse disconnect with fatherland ? Did u forget to forget about the berlin wall let it haunt a one night stand ? Di u forget to lock up your front door Did u forget u could be such a bore ? Dis u forget such a thing as a whore Did u forget the peasants fucked by the lord Did u forget ? Did you forget ? Did u forget ? Did u forget ? Did u forget to google yourself at 2 am to find a link with a karpathean goat ? Did u forget to give up for good an essential need hope it wasn’t your winter coat Did u forget to smile at the sattelite watch it up in ozone float ? Did you forget to show the world u could crawl ? Id u forget to stick your foot in the wall ? Did u forget your sweetheart down at the mall ? Did u forget the shorts that go with the ball ? Did u forget to sympathize with a hostage for so much longer held in hell Did u forget to rat on an alien resident sweating in a basement den ? Did u forget ot socialize your facebook pride with a thorough self descriptive pen ? Did u forget to give half of it up Did u forget to drink blood from a cup Did u forget to wag your tail like a pup Did u forget or not to shut the fuck up ?
10.
Where is everybody going ? Was her last question Stuffing books in her jacket pills in her cup Lighting a cigarette she knows won’t be her last Counting the children she lost in her head Counting days ahead Dodging lovers fled This is what she said What will bleed will bleed Just another seed The diamond wad a beed So let it come down She took all the numbers in her phone directory Fake friends and dodgy workaholics Inciniretated ine the washroom She looked in awe as black smoke came out Dark came all about She had no time to shout So she whispered out What will bleed will bleed Just another seed The diamond was a beed So let it come down Walking down the hall she fell on a smalll boy Looked like the devil himself was it her own Eyes staring straight through her mind Holding a bad full of paper notes from hell When this angel fell She could never elle Could only say so well The diamond was a beed So let it come down
11.
Candle lit on a turkish bath President chokes on a laugh Floating ashtray sails nearby With a cuban cigar extinct and saying hi President stares at his toes in a fan Farts and the bubbles break loose through his hands Mingles in the air With the food he ate and the thoughts he does not share He is the man Man with the plan Talks to his plants talks to the wall The plants hear voices the wall knows it all Drips on a persian rug His siamaese cat stays off of drugs Aircon’s a bitch germs passing through Memories skating on the dew Of a window the maid leaves open all day Minibar lock and key seem to say He is the man Man with the plan President dreams of educated clouds Drifts ans reads Lord Biron out loud Never rains but bleeds a few words Soothes the flocks and slaughers the herds This is our future this is our past This is the powers iconoclast Hear him sleep neerby If he awakes the images are gonna die
12.
Âme Soeur 03:51
Belle vit maintenant sous cloche Ce qui l’entoure est bien moche Protégée par un sommeil de plomb Son conseiller nuptial se sent con Des heures devenues des encoches. Des briques en or noir plein les poches Elle verse du sang froid dans le fond D’un verre dangereux qui sent si bon Et sans rancœur Sans l’âme sœur On l’avait prévenu de se taire Mais sa glotte n’a rien su y faire Vivant son trépas comme un outrage Traversant la scène à la nage Il y a t il un ailleurs quand l’autre ment ? A t il une odeur d’infirme amant ? Son jardin secret en jachère Troquant des mots contre de la chair par si cher Et sans rancœur Mais sans l âme sœur Belle ne veut pas d’esclavage Belle souffle les bougies de sa cage Pour mieux manger le ciel endormi Et bruler à la loupe les fourmis Dans la brume se frayer un passage Siffler en passant ça doit être l’age D’ouvrir les yeux sans faire de vague ni de pluie Sur le balcon d’une vie absente et d’un monde évanoui
13.
Koffi 03:53
Koffi lives in the Congo By a river that looks like a swamp That’s where he buries his brother Along with a five hundred note Says take this with you my brother You’ll need it where it is you go Just give it straight to the man at the gate If he asks questions just nod and don’t ever say no again His sister’s a half wit albino Been raped for the very first time It’s bad luck to rape an albino Says her ma as she washes her down Her skirt is torn at the shoulder On her back is a scar like a cross Ans as walks through the minefield She swears she won’t ever play won’t ever say no again Koffi lives by his colours Paints all this wonderfull art Full of faces and bullets and flowers And visons he tears apart One of his visions a tower Two hundred stories high One day he’ll climb all the way to the top Break a few windows and swear he will say no again

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Art work by Sigolène de Chassy
Photos graphisme de Adrien Berthet

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released January 2, 2017

Odja Llorca - Chant
Benoit Lugué – Basse
Bertrand Noel – Batterie
Matthis Pascaud - Guitares
Gerard Watkins - Guitares Chant
Vassia Zagar – Guitares

Guests:
Lucio Watkins - Chant
Philippe George – Trombone
Jon Handelsman – Saxophone
Frank m Hinrichs - Basse
David Lewis – Trompette
Arthur Orcier - Keyboards
Lucio Watkins - Chant
Philippe Wesh - Chant
"Stolen Child » featuring Sanseverino, avec l’aimable autorisation de Sony Music Entertainment France / Columbia

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Gerard Watkins Paris, France

I was lucky to meet the right people to record this album. Called them the Sleeping Beauties, cos that’s how the music sounded like. The music I play is rock and roll. Songs performed by drums, bass, guitars and guests. That’s the music I stick with, because it has always been there for me. Songs are about life in the modern world, can’t really think of anything else to sing about. ... more

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