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When The Vowels Fall

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1.
Brother Bomb 06:39
Hey brother Bomb, why aren’t you home hey poor fella, out on your own hey bro, do-you know where you’re going? Brother Bomb, don't cry no more momma stays home to mind the store poppa Bomb helps to count the score Old aunty Bomb, show what you’ve got old uncle Bomb, who time forgot oh cousin Bomb, how sweet your lot Children Bomb go out and play being numb will ease the pain prayers, they will show the way Genius Bomb, your time has come lover Bomb, your art is done father Bomb, you’re leaving home brother Bomb, you’re not alone Guru Bomb, you’ll see us through teacher Bomb, there’s been a few so once again we’ll sing this Blues Buddy Bomb, I’ll fly with you doormat Bomb reads bienvenue singer Bomb, he sings anew Suffering we come across ignorance is no sad loss truthful tears is what we cause Brother Dumb, don’t say goodbye you’re presence here will cast a die and time will tell if that’s no lie Genius Bomb, I guess you’re on lover Bomb, your heart is gone father Bomb, you’ve set the tone brother Bomb, your cover’s blown Brother Bomb, you’re not alone brother Bomb, meet sister Drone our hearts are made of fire-stone brother Bomb, we’re in the zone Brother Bomb, we’re in the zone brother Bomb, sister Drone why don’t we just leave just leave the world alone Genius Bomb, lover Bomb, brother Bomb, sister Drone… you’ve set the tone
2.
Utter Matter 04:23
I know what the caged words feel, oh my when the job you got doesn’t pay your bills when your boat comes in but the river’s dry when the doctor’s so sick that he aims to ill and your piece of pie is a tasteless lie for the cook’s fave meal is a rough, raw deal I know what the caged words feel! I know why the caged words start to sting till the ink turns red as they bleed again as they must look sharp and do their thing otherwise will persist the old, old strains when the words could be in a mouth that sings or on a page that swings like when we were kings I know why a caged word stings Too much we’ve left to rotting all those years too much in those gross years I’ve left to rot like our youth there is so much that we can lose how could I forget the forget me not I know what the caged words mean, I’d say when the tongue is tired and the sentence sore when the vowels grate in the words they weigh like a prayer that is sent from a heart-deep core it is not a story of hip-hurray but the inmost scream of a human being I know what the caged words mean! I have forgotten much but do I still remember about some piece of earth in late December
3.
Medicine 06:25
I speak of thoughts that cross my mind the world is chaos, unconfined she moves around, and round she goes like flames around a firehose I never thought that I could sleep among firm flocks of sheepish sheep and yet I’d join the sick poor souls to wake and watch the world go whole Medicine . . . What do I want in these sickbays primed with monitored medals? how does it feel to be losing your health? if I put new spurs on my boots, expose my profile reeking of facebooks, twitters, and death, pampered with sneers and smears of bullshit lies coughed up in criminal companies, arsonic arcades, ballistics’ statistics, bureaucratic cesspits, war rooms? Medicine . . . I would rather throw my body from the chair, tied to a table in a fastfood diner; rather go shit my pants in front of family on prime-time tv rather laud rotten vegetables with hobnob fries and make-believe pie rather, stuffed like a cooked goose in France dressed like a sitting duck in Disneyland hung on a nail in Christie’s sliced extra at the Worldwide Bake-Off taught how to ski jump with Eddie the Eagle, resurrected in 1988 somewhere on Calgary Hill, than come down roaring in a blaze of violence, filth, and villany
4.
I went to the kitchen, where there is tea and I made a tea for you for you my love I went to the garden, where I saw flowers and I picked a flower for you for you my love I went to the city, where they have jobs and I found a job, a heavy job for you my love And I went to the bedroom, and I looked for you but I couldn't find you there, anywhere you my love A man walked into my head and decided his walks are ours and I, I count the hours while the man holds a sentence in his fist I guess to raise a curtain I guess… I am not certain and he doesn’t pay his rent but then, he finds a tongue in his cheek another tongue in his beak and he talks… As he talks, his words roll to the ground and then the vowels fall at the same time as the sentence at the same time as the words and I… I sit there, I… watch the words that are rolling watch the vowels that are spoiling watch the mouth that is sighing Obviously it’s all very sad and I really should do something but I don’t know how to go about it I do not know where to begin: there are so many things to do with this mouth that is sighing with these vowels that are spoiling and with these words, these words that are rolling that just keep rolling these words that are rolling he just won’t... stop
5.
Down out black blue us them me you deaf dumb dark light heads tails day night on off soft loud smile cry speak shout We used to live in a thin-walled flat, when I happened to upset my neighbour, a Gulf War vet, by playing this album moderately loud He showed up at my door then started to shout, with his face all red I think that he thought that the music was bad, so bad, that I could only have been playing that to get on his nerves but, no the music was great, I was trying to enlighten the state he was in I guess I wished he would stop worrying… So now we’ve built a house, with walls this time and wood and iron and many doors, windows there are none we hit nails in the wood, and turned a bunch of screws we are a family now, in case you wondered In our house is a light, so it can be seen from outside in our house is a light, but there’s no one inside We chopped the forest flat and all the trees that were left were put in the heater but we don’t call it theft and there are noises on fire so you can hear what’s been said in the heated debates no need to drop by and we don’t have neighbours chopped down with the trees, don’t you look at me There’s an icy wind in the house so we drilled holes to let the sunshine in and here on the right there’s some leftover potatoes very confusing when you’re looking for food In our house is a light, so it can be seen from outside in our house is a light, but there’s no one inside Down out black blue us them me you?
6.
It's my face, man I didn't do nothing serious, man please, I can't breathe please man please, somebody please man I can't breathe please Man, can't breathe, my face just get up I can't breathe, please I can't breathe, shit I will… I can't move, mama I can't my knee my nuts I'm through I'm claustrophobic my stomach hurts my neck hurts everything hurts Some water or something, please I can't breathe, officer don't kill me they gon' kill me man come on man I cannot breathe They gon' kill me they gon' kill me man I can't breathe
7.
Een krant, neem een krant een schaar, neem een schaar de krant, kies uit de krant de krant Kies uit de krant een artikel dat ongeveer de lengte heeft die je aan het gedicht wilt geven een artikel dat ongeveer de lengte heeft die je aan het gedicht wilt geven ongeveer de lengte die je het gedicht wilt geven de lengte die je gedicht wilt geven Het artikel, knip het artikel uit vervolgens, knip vervolgens alle woorden uit die in het artikel staan en doe ze in een hoge hoed Voorzichtig, schud voorzichtig eén voor één trek één voor één de knipsels uit de hoed De woorden, schrijf de woorden, schrijf de woorden zorg, vuldig, over en het gedicht zal op u lijken Voorzichtig, schud voorzichtig nee, m’n krant de krant neem een krant
8.
I have finally moved out of town and I wonder how she’s doing as I play my favourite record loud and there’s no one knocking, screaming Hey, I’m telling nothing new when I tell you I’m no liar there’s only this much you can do when someone catches fire So I went back to our town walked into our street then looked up to her flat would there be eyes to greet hers, to meet? All the windows were clean but there was nothing to be seen maybe just another human being that maybe no one else is seeing Was she bleeding in the bathtub was she hanging from the ceiling, kneeling I guess I got the strangest feeling Would you jump into the lake if your life was at stake or when you’d hang from a cliff? I mean… not when but if There was a shadow, was it a curtain I didn’t know for certain… And here on the sidewalk a sign on the lamppost a most dreadful drawing didn’t stop me worrying Hey, I’m telling nothing new when I tell you I’m no liar there’s only this much you can do when someone catches fire I was back in our town walking in our street and looked up to her flat where she just stood where she just shook her head she just shook her head I tell you I’m no liar… someone’s catching fire

credits

released September 23, 2022

Music :: Anthony Laguerre
Words :: G.W. Sok

Anthony Laguerre, guitar, bass, organs and drums
Jean-Michel Pires :: drums
Eric Thomas :: guitar

Orchestra: GRADUS AD MUSICAM from Nancy
Francois Legée :: conductor
David Merlo :: composition-assistant
Violin :: Claire Bastick, Yves Carrier, Solène Frismand, Mathilde Legée, Vivien Maire,
Michel Ribagnac, Didier Uettwiller, Célien Zacharie
Viola :: Chloé Collin, Ida Gascard, Sebastien Roux
Cello :: Régine Colin, Krista Gettliffe, Samuel Peguiron, Claire Moret
Double bass :: Louis-Michel Marion, Chloé Tricaud
Flute :: Catherine Debever-Perrier
Clarinet :: Alain Pompey, Arthur Pompey
Oboe :: Edwige Lemahieu, Elise Morin
Trumpet :: Damien Galmiche, Teddy Georges
Horn :: Thierry Baroth, Ludovic Derriere (Ludo Négra)
Trombone :: Romain Lambert, Guillaume Kuntzel
Tuba :: Mario Parutto
Percussion :: Jean-Marc Illi
Guest :: Bastien Pelenc’s violin on "A Case Of Fire"
Orchestra during recordings conducted by Anthony Laguerre

Recorded from 17 till 22 September 2020 at Vega Studio, Carpentras by Anthony La-
guerre and Jean Michel Bourroux.

Brass and strings of the orchestra recorded at CCAM Scène Nationale de Van-
doeuvre-lès-Nancy by Anthony Laguerre, Philippe André and Nils De Deyne.

Woods and tubular bells recorded at CIM Auditorium Bar-Le-Duc, by Anthony Laguerre
and Stéphane Levigneront.

Mixed at Shadyn Studio by Anthony Laguerre in December 2020 and January 2021.

Mastered by Jean Francois Hustin at Studio Organic, Liège in February 2021.

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Anthony Laguerre Nancy, France

Anthony Laguerre is a versatile musician, composer, improviser and sound engineer.
Growing up listening to noise, rock and improvised music, developed his taste for electronics and sound techniques and led him to become a studio and live-recording engineer.
His work as a musician is based on sound treated as music.
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