by Fred Bau

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Tale 1 07:35
An echo from nowhere Now Here Circles of birth, overtones & death arise like a strange outbreak It could be him It could be her It blares faraway breathe without name Rising by far so far so close An echo from nowhere now here (x2) It's already here, before us, isn't it? With magic androgenius dance of silence We don't know what is first We don't know if first has ever been & each time we really try to soar we have to fall Hey rhythm take us away! & we call the call yesterday & we call the call yesteryear It is when & then Still here Already else Big troubles of time give us dream's fervor & world's fever & we call the call yesterday & we call the call (x3) yesternight Mother? Father? Brother? Sister? Mother? Father? Motherfather Fathermother Motherfather Fathermother Flowerflower Motherfather Fathermother Mothermather Fatherfother Towertower Power _ we miss the first keynote To come alive Prodigy of pleasure Prodigy of pain Things & Think Heart & Earth Sun & Moon Night & Days (x2) From wine to cave some vines rave while others turn vinegar To come alive _ we miss the first kiss To come alive _ we exist without exit fredbau_2014.
Tale 2 10:16
The female wolf takes the pack's murder & tends it gently to--wards young wolf Misery mystery (x3) A fire on a beach Eternal moon & crossroad's winds The moon is a strange face & sun is a strange beast Their mouths get flamboyant kisses & their hypnotic teeth eat meat & hit beat Handful of lachrymose shouts sadness & madness are falling in love like the eyes of pure joy on vain joy's faces A fire on a beach A silken dress in flames wearing by wearing night while darkness waves dance around light The muffler hush smolders in melody smooching & songs are appearing talking about disappearing people All the sensual chromaticisms are together rising growing this is our secret flower Schools are scrolling coming from going to (x2) Dream's connections are dark The deep dynamic is fusion Magic gift of inspiration we don't create you Magic gift of in(spy)ration you are creating us It can be so beautiful inside our empty hands with noise & silence giving us a place where dancing together _ right now It gets our full time to live & die It gives us time to cross the time It gets our full time to live & die It gives us time to cross the time & while we try to imagine the end She won't stop at this beginning It's always time to dance under immaculate stars everywhere _ right now It can be so beautiful "It cans" is It can be so beautiful "it cans" is We are gonna to die darling I love this curse A fire on a beach where finding sweet home or having shipwreck We get the same bed where talking about slumber & walking where are walking our dreams A fire (...) shipwreck We get the same bed Where our smells blend together & disappear into some bends A fire on a beach (x3) Insect & flame who fall in love These, nobody can save them Jewels of instant their common dance burns one an other We are gonna to die darling I love this curse We will get different tombs. fredbau_2014.
Tale 3 12:28
Idea's birth in the idea of birth Life of idea in the idea of death The newcome is already oldgone So listen out for On Off During childhood Sunday is blessed & all the clouds are allowed inside virgin cruel play Contamination The games rise almost naturally with bans & breach of Incubation Infection Cauterization The weeks go fast But laws are slow & myths deficient to resord barbarity _do you remember this girl? Her name was Barbara Bother brothers Dancing & weapons We plait & weave our own rigs We build & ruin our own rings Residual pornography of eternity _ Toonight We ride the lovers & killers cohorts _ Toondays & after the call of nature & limb of masters _ Cloudays There's still us both during breast of beast of burden Us both Down _ Cloudnight There's no more week into the night No more weekend into the light Some bodies used to say that somebody will come to eat with us during noon meal _ Under trees near water But it's now midnight & no one is come & we are still calling inside nebulous hall (x3) _ Inside nebulous hall Outside outside, so outside! Whines & whips on the vines the children run into dawndusk Orphans with ivy on the names Orphan the smog over the beach & we play with meaning as if all that should mean something (x2) We play with meaning as if all that should mean something (x2) It's supposed to Funk is good to jump inside what we lose each time we try to talk about it Where do we come from? Where does come from night inside us? Where does come from light inside us? Where do come from flowers? Too much memory Too much oblivion Too much memories _ too much Too much oblivions _ too much Too much (x6) _ too late Too much (x5) until not enough _ too soon Where do we come from? (x2) Where does come from night inside us? _ if we come from light. Where does come from light inside us? _ if we come from night. Where do come from flowers outside us? Flowers light & night say nothing at all & we still dance & die through instinctive maze fredbau_2014
Tale 4 10:19
When prehistoric men painted inside deep caverns, long time before the birth of word, their first priority wasn't to determine who is right. They just try to put some lights into night. Blind Pathetic We used to kiss an impossible kiss We used to touch an impossible touch We used to feel an impossible feeling Humans, Gods, Earth & Heaven have done their time under the sky on this good old hell built with our own hands Blind Pathetic We are so afraid, caught, haunted by our myths Does all this pain will get more meaning than justify us in the meaning we give to it? Where are our rests _ just some few bones Now the feast is used up? Where are our rests, Now the rest is used up? There's no more charms than the music to save us here Ahahahahah crazy yeah crazy so crazy yeah Do you know what i mean? Yes sure Blind Pathetic We used to believe that doors are solid intersections between Inside & Outside We used to believe that windows are distinct mirrors between Life & Death Mirrors inside mirrors Windows upon windows Doors against doors We used to go down the wrong path Trapped like some little animals Trapped, yeah & still dreaming about our misplaced souls Going back to all Going back into dark Falling in the hall Growing from his grounds Calling into the call rolling into the ball Building halls across the fall And while all that we love is already dust we know We chew Orpheus bone We look for breath The keynote is alone Strange & deep forest of fate Strange & deep forest of taste The sun's decree would have been discreet The spirit of music, where issssssssShe? Inside insect around flames? In a desert noise? In a whispered wish? In a wet sex? In a dry sigh? In a red fruit? In? Out? Where where tell me tell me Tell me where... An echo from no where, now here (x4) The fear of death to track a trace is all the place of human race Fredbau_2015
Oblivion 03:17
The Music's Mystery What is it? A mystery of earth? A mystery of ear? Here. Fredbau_2016


This one is for James Douglas Morrison, & of course, The Doors.


released September 14, 2016

Loudly : original compositions on "Tale1" & "Tale 4" (www.soun-music.com/membre/Loudly)
Whersmydope : original compositions on "Tale 2" & "Tale 3"(http://artiste.soun-music.com/marine23)
Fred Bau : remix, progressive arrangement, guitar, lyrics, vocal
Matthew Sear : guitar on "Crossroads Jam"
Alain Chiarazzo : guitar solo on "Tale 2"
Mark London : guitar solo on "Tale 4"

Cover artwork : Fred Bau




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