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Like a Higanbana to the Elegy

by Ser

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Jordan Vauvert
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Jordan Vauvert Ser emploie souvent le langage des fleurs : elles sont sur certaines pochettes (Eria, par exemple), mais aussi dans quelques titres, comme dans le nom de l'album ici présent : l'higanbana est en effet une fleur au bulbe toxique du Japon.
Like a Higanbana to the Elegy est, comme une fleur, d'une grande délicatesse, profitant de la sérénité offerte par le piano (sur "Listen" et "Et Disparu" surtout), mais la délicatesse est trompeuse et distille un poison violent. Très bel album, touchant... Favorite track: Eravaill.
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1.
Novembre 10:13
The songbird against all poise and whim to fall with those undying leaves Watches from stark branches A dismal sight A startling flutter of wings In solitary flight Above sculpted twine and clay Above etch and grain A slow halting decent upon algid ground Like the swift through an embracing shadow The clear of bereaving dusk The sulphur in a child's tear Death be a begotten widow An undear gift of solace For those whom wish for an eternal night gaze And thus bewilder desire and hope, for torn pages and falling words
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Eravaill 11:01
Sweet Lila Ushered my orchid A grave by moon Twice the crow Cut off on my palms My lament for you, my love O, beloveth Luna Why, if on this winter night Must I hold these roses Come to my spirit vice and hold my tearing skin I sing for the swans in the black lagoon As blood quivers this mortal dance Her voice detrains into morning's haunting dusk and no batting bird will turn to my weeping Light, so lightly thy wind catch my word as it wafts it like trailing love, glissading and bleeding I mourn on my knees Sweet Eravaill Cry to my cutted skin The wound on my face and kiss the limb and wrist, of dear lovelorne
3.
In black leaves the red of autumned scars tremble by her loneliness, and blood, as though rained from wandering legs who which have carried and torn for the endless sorrow beyond the will of the sky, ever so quietly slips from Mother's roots... loving its way to the desolate ground... She buries her loss, lost in burial, fallen in itself by the unworded touch, kissed by love. For that last moment she stared at the face, in despair filled beauty. She stared back, aspite the evanescence which clasped so tightly the rejoice of love, in its most painful, purest form... At the glimpse of her knees, fell to the earth and grave in grace of a brideless orphan. She cries to the forest sparse of anyone... at the edge of every mournful word her wrists run off light astray, parting the knowing for if anyone can hear her sing, or if finally the existential vineyard left a note... To lore the loom of branches, she won't know To love another autumn... So speaks her helpless voice
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Listen 05:49
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Et Disparu 22:28

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released December 20, 2013

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