"WAVELAB" t e x t(e)s - elevator baby - what I left - parasite - ride back - she ain't coming back - jambe en l'air - no gossip - la malinche ELEVATOR BABY musique: Naïm Amor textes:Marianne Dissard 1997 Elevator baby, possibly baby. High fast, fast high baby Scratched your vowels on the sliding door With my tongue, frozen door vowels O. Elevator crime, my tongue it got stuck. Had to blow vapor, blow, to get by, to get back Scratch my name on the marble floor with your teeth, sleek shiny new name A. (Scratched my name) Waiting hall crime, my name, it got stuck, Had to bend over to get my letters back. Elevator baby, possibly baby Bye bye Lullaby bye bye. (Scratched my name) Waiting hall crime, my name it got stuck, Had to bend over to get my letters back. Elevator baby, possibly baby, Lullaby bye bye. WHAT I LEFT musique: Naïm Amor textes:Marianne Dissard 1997 What I left behind breathing Mildew in a coffee cup, a book open at age 26 My name on a piece of paper on the kitchen table A hefty phone bill, my fingerprints in crimson red on the mirror, Crumbs on the bed. What I left behind rotting, Blue dices on two air valves, A wet towel that's not about to dry, An ashtray of unfiltered, directions to Paul's, A new name to the streets around the park, Lights and shadows lined up to the wall. What I left behind waiting, A songbook, a cold sore, A fancy dress, the address to a screening, wrong road, A silence, a fear, a time of the day, When I go hide a hotel note, a blank cartridge, A lie, a bad habit. What I brought with me leaving, A snapshot, a dark eye, a bruised body, A scratched cunt, a possible outcome, A tape of sounds called September, An eye for guitar picks on the ground, A place to use as home, a center ring. PARASITE musique: Naïm Amor/Thomas Belhom textes:Thomas Belhom 1997 I have a language, it's mine. You have a language, it's your mind. RIDE BACK musique: Naïm Amor textes:Marianne Dissard 1997 The only thing on my mind now is you. The only way I will go home is yours. I'll get a ride with your man, So he can Tell me of you As a good girl, a friend. SHE AIN'T COMING BACK musique: Naïm Amor textes: Marianne Dissard 1997 She ain't coming back She's packed tight and loose Unwind a tune, a notebook, She ain't turning round. When she leaves, leaves him behind, Leaves him, leaves him tight to loose, With china ink and green wraps, Wet needles and a sock. She ain't turning round, When she leaves, leaves him behind, Leaves him, leaves him tight to loose, Leaves him with crimson tools. On the floor, footprints in the bed, Toothaches through the window, Nose rings and skin shreds, on the floor, unwind he hears, Sugar baby, you are the one, the only one. In the alley heals the vespa, in the street, The parking maids reel how lovely the sun. In the periphery's parallel lives' lanes Pace the trans. She ain't coming back She's packed tight and loose Unwind a tune, a notebook, She ain't turning round. Tight and loose, the record player. Tight and loose, the wheels in your head. Tight and loose, the wheels in your head. Tight and loose, tight and loose, the wheels in your head. JAMBE EN L'AIR musique: Naïm Amor textes: Thomas Belhom 1997 Porte drapeau de Paris, Porte bonheur aussi, Porte Jarretelle Eiffel transforme le métal en dentelle Dame Tour Eiffel. Quatre piliers, quatre jarretelles, à l'envers. La tour Eiffel est une jambe de fer pourtant légère, Jambe en l'air, sous les grilles d'un bas résille l'ombre d'un bas sur la ville. Quatre piliers, quatre jarretelles, à l'envers. Lingerie métallique, Eloge érotique D'une tour du monde, Entre Tokyo et LA Elle est une femme du monde A paris. Quatre piliers, quatre jarretelles, à l'envers. NO GOSSIP musique: Naïm Amor/Thomas Belhom textes Marianne Dissard 1997 Your patience is a balm, But I will hear no gossip. Wivery a notion, And your house a pion To my game. LA MALINCHE musique: Naïm Amor textes: Marianne Dissard/Naïm Amor 1997 La Malinche sacrifiée à la geste aztèque, a planté son corps rond comme un dôme (sacré) sur les flancs (acérés) du guerrier la violant. Elle marque de son sang les dieux du conquérant et l'union de deux mondes. Cinq longs siècles faits de conquêtes Fondent l'Amérique. Aujourd'hui une grille (électrique) Borde (au nord) le Mexique. Une femme prie, tout ses fils ont franchi Cette nuit la frontière Pour un travail de chien, (salaire) américain. La femme crie, elle retrouve ses fils Lacérés par des chiens, Les chiens des conquérants et l'orgueil d'une monde.