Poisons & Antidotes

by Laura Perrudin

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1.
Inks 02:26
Some poisons are antidotes Some poisons are antidotes Some poisons are antidotes Some poisons are antidotes Some panaceas To flush out your brain Some remedies For your mind to be drained Some Keys To unlock identities Some screens To shake off your enemies Some fake news In some burning rags To warm and heal you From the winter's bites Some arabesques From a quill to the milk Of a blank silk To soothe your troubled mind's mess Some poisons are antidotes Some poisons are antidotes Some poisons are antidotes Some poisons are antidotes Some poetics Beyond the lethal pages Names and roses And the laughs of Jesus Some brandy In a shy man's veins To set him free From his social chains Some stimulus Post-anesthesia recoveries Some cuts To protect from narcosis Some black jokes On mankind's slippery slope To paradoxically uncloak Some irrepressible hope Some poisons are antidotes Some poisons are antidotes Some poisons are antidotes Some poisons are antidotes
2.
Le Poison 04:30
Est-ce vraiment l'automne qui prend fin aujourd'hui? Je voudrais que soudain cette mer s'épanche Et que de plus loin les méduses nous épient Que le crépuscule lentement s'endimanche Mais l'amour et la haine cheminent à l'envie Comme ton image est lointaine Le venin du doute coule dans mes veines De ton visage ne reste qu'une ombre incertaine La nature bourgeonne prématurément Les idiots en jubilent sans retenue L’indécrottable optimisme bienséant La retraite et la colère contenue S'affrontent et se flattent sur un sol mouvant Comme ton image est lointaine Le venin du doute coule dans mes veines De ton visage ne reste qu'une ombre incertaine Ton absence vénéneuse cette automne L'incertitude et l'imagination Lentement, discrètement m'empoisonnent Et je me délecte de ce poison Et de l'existence qui grogne Comme ton image est lointaine Le venin du doute coule dans mes veines De ton visage ne reste qu'une ombre incertaine
3.
I was Searching in the ceiling's maze The meaning of this dawning blaze That was shining in the morning's haze Something that was back from ancient day When life decided on its own ways And then I went into a daze And now it's just a boat Leaving the quay Set afloat Thirsty For infusing in your irises Thrilling at the pace of your breath And for swimming in your head's flood And for letting my hands roaming And then putting it on your blood And for peeling your white carving And for drinking the stream of your voice And dwelling in your fragrances While wide-opening every pore Thirsty for everything that rejoice In destructuring our bodys And our fears and the music score I was Searching in the ceiling's maze The meaning of this dawning blaze That was shining in the morning's haze Something that was back from ancient day When life decided on its own ways And then I went into a daze And now it's just a boat Leaving the quay Set afloat Hungry For attempting some enchantment On the soundposts of your skin And to hold the magic and release it And then letting it quivering And getting my fill with your laughs And then writing new notes on new staffs From over there it can be heard The howlings of my starving arms The deep clamour of my entrails For welcoming you in my bones For welcoming you in my sail As your tingling absence seems absurd I was Searching in the ceiling's maze The meaning of this dawning blaze That was shining in the morning's haze Something that was back from ancient day When life decided on its own ways And then I went into a daze And now it's just a boat Leaving the quay Set afloat
4.
The Trap 04:02
You're stuck here In this trick And also in your head's marsh You're drugged dear Seasick and sleepy Held prisoner by your thoughts Your sleep is dirty It feels unhealthy It feels like all your memories have been soiled Every memory Is more traumatic And flows in your veins like a thick black oil This night is a hell The longest ever And you keep fighting against sleep That sea is a cell And you're not clever Nor strong enough to find an exit When is the end of it? You fell in a hell through a gap Between realities. Where is the exit? Are you gonna die in this trap? Another nightmare Would finish you off And still the images are too close to you Yes you're scared Of your own thought And of where it is leading you Your thought runs too fast And your mental strength Is working by daytime only The chasm is too vast And rationality Is also working on land only Write a song With this poison And maybe it will save you from madness Yes you're afraid To be alone But maybe here's a light in the darkness When is the end of it? You fell in a hell through a gap Between realities. Where is the exit? Are you gonna die in this trap?
5.
I don't uderstand Why can't I catch those fleetting thrills That appear when the land Merges with the skies and the hills When I'm walking aimlessly Letting frozen lights brush my cheeks Are they spirits Or simply hidden memories ? No I don't know what they are They vanish like shooting stars Acidulous and fruity Like a first foot in a summer sea Like the first time you kissed me Sweet and sparkling sliping through my fingers As auguring a new spring shower How many lives did I scour ?
6.
Mesopelagic 03:14
That Sound With its dark enchanted shape Reminds me of something I have already tasted a long time ago Here I found Undulating landscapes Making me feeling I'm a little child again That sound With its strange familiar taste Feels like a far-off light Resonating in my chest from ancient lives Here I found The old call of a being A distress-call or a prayer Full of hope and wondering
7.
The Swans leap Into the void In the blood-red of the sky They never stop to fall And in a silent cry At the late foot of the wall They tight the rope And die
8.
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour William Blake
9.
Héliotopie 05:16
Cette nuit tout était lumineux, Une brise avait libéré la parole, Plus de bâillon ni de camisole, Un tintement silencieux sonnait la fin du jeu. Abandonnant orgueil et bouclier Comme si je venais de m'envoler, Tout semble si simple et si parfait, Enfin nous nous sentons légers. Dans le jaune de l'été passé, L'évidence finalement perce, En honnête spontanéité, Le mirage de tes bras me berce. Là tout n'est qu'ordre et sérénité, temps suspendu, enivrante pause, Sans les cicatrices, les ecchymoses Que ton silence me faisait cacher. Le songe a pris son temps pour s'évanouir, Il n'était pas pressé, je le retenais Dans mes bras refroidis par l'automne, Réclamant le fin mot de cette histoire inachevée.
10.
Train 05:31
Deux couleurs s'entre-cognent, fusionnent Et brûlent ma rétine Au delà du miroir où rayonne Mon grain de symétrie  Sous lequel un bourdon prisonnier  S'affole et tambourine Et continuellement fait danser Mon corps qui trépigne A ces souvenirs de peaux, de mots, De parfums et de plafonds, De craquements de vinyles, de fumée, De livres et d'oignons Qui au milieu du temps arrêté  Attisent les moucherons De mon cœur pressé, de mon cerveau Et de mon double-fond. A courir sans dormir Et à rire sans prédire, A engloutir sans tarir Et à boire sans vomir, Je vais mourir de vie dès demain. Tête baissée, démembrée, Contre vents et marées, Continuer de vibrer, D'engouffrer, essoufflée  D'avoir couru au devant du train. Assise, un livre sur mes genoux Que je n'ouvrirai pas, Contemplant les si puissants remous Qui s'emparent de moi En catastrophe ouatée je découvre La lisière et l'orée De cœurs qui, non sans réticences, s'ouvrent A d'inquiétants dangers. De fatigue, de haut je vais tomber Dans ce gouffre d'envies Qui serpente toute la journée De soulever la nuit. A petit je reviens sur nos frasques Armée de mon crayon Qui essaye d'en dompter les bourrasques Et nage dans mes frissons. A courir sans dormir Et à rire sans prédire, A engloutir sans tarir Et à boire sans vomir, Je vais mourir de vie dès demain. Tête baissée, démembrée, Contre vents et marées, Continuer de vibrer, D'engouffrer, essoufflée D'avoir couru au devant du train. L'impressionnante transpiration, Je cours je pleure je bois La clarté et l'incompréhension Je pense trop, je ne pense pas assez, je suis tellement fatiguée Mais encore je ne dors pas, Je crois que je vais devenir cinglée Je fais n'importe quoi, Je reste sous l'eau encore un peu, Je danse ici et là, Mes mains réclament encore tes cheveux Et mes oreilles ta voix. Évidences vidées de leur substance, Pétries et démunies, Depuis que plus rien n'a le même sens Qu'avant ces quelques nuits. A courir sans dormir Et à rire sans prédire, A engloutir sans tarir Et à boire sans vomir, Je vais mourir de vie dès demain. Tête baissée, démembrée, Contre vents et marées, Continuer de vibrer, D'engouffrer, essoufflée D'avoir couru au devant du train.
11.
J'y ai laissé des plumes Dans cette patte d'oie J'ai humé sous l'enclume De ce sinistre choix L'écrasante amertume De renoncer à toi Et soulagée j'exhume Ce qu'il reste de moi
12.
Ghosts Song 05:26
She lay down in the air And heard their cruel peals The colored devils flew with her A sky full of clouds from Abyssal realities Nothing seemed to dull or blur All her lovers were there Floating around her All her futures and her pasts They sank in the lake While they slurred over All their rancours and regrets Their firsts and lasts I rose in the water among nimble eels Black and white weeds danced for me The bright depths and all those Celestial seals Where a soothing thought to see All my lovers were there Swimming around me All my futures and my pasts We emerged from Each other and released All our rancours and regrets Our firsts and lasts
13.
O Rose thou art sick.  The invisible worm,  That flies in the night  In the howling storm:  Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake

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released September 22, 2017

All music and lyrics written, composed, arranged, performed, recorded and produced by Laura Perrudin with her electric chromatic harp and her voice
Except 8 & 13 composed on poems by William Blake

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Recorded by Laura Perrudin at Cactus-Blockhaus Studio (Paris)
Mixed by Jeremy Rouault at Studio du Faune (Rennes)
Mastered by Valgeir Sigurðsson at Greenhouse Studios (Reykjavik)

Photography by Jean-Baptiste Millot
Artwork by Laura Perrudin
Design by AJ

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