I've got a postman knocking daily on my door
He says he brings news from heaven's floor
He caters to the young caters to the poor
The love of the sun is all I can afford
It's better than what I thought I had before...
Never been told I was worth the more
I had no word from my kin
My own words ignored
I tried bleedin out the pain I had stored
Now I give love to those who can afford
Between my legs a jewel labours til it's sore
Was once told I was worth more
When did I stop being worth the chore?
Bridge:
Unhinged, Unbearable, Serene
its weight upon my skin
Unhinged, Unbearable, Serene
its weight upon my skin
Uptight, Your values so, upright: Not quite so quiet
Now I've got a postman knockin daily on my door
No clue what he claim to be bringin forth
Stuck under my nails, hidden in my pores
I fear he'll scratch out the pain I've adorned
Redemption is lost on me, lost child of the lord
I would be nothing without me from before
I can’t help my feelings,
I’ll go out of my mind.
These players come to get me
’Cause they’d like my behind.
I can’t love my business,
If I can’t get a trick.
Down on Santa Monica,
Where tricks are for kids.
Oh, come on and kick me.
Oh, come on and kick me.
(Oh.) Come on and kick me.
(Oh.) You’ve got your problems;
(Oh.) I’ve got my ass wipe
I can’t help my boogies;
They get out of control.
I know that you don’t care
But I want you to know.
The knee-stocking flavor
Is a favorite treat
Of men that don’t bother
With the taste of a teat.
Oh, come on and kick me.
Oh, come on and kick me.
(Oh.) Come on and kick me.
(Oh.) You’ve got your problems;
(Oh.) I’ve got my ass wipe
(Oh.) You’ve got your big G's;
I’ve got my hash pipe.
i've got my hash pipe
Oh, come on and kick me.
Oh, come on and kick me.
(Oh.) Come on and kick me.
(Oh.) You’ve got your problems;
(Oh.) I’ve got my ass wipe.
(Oh.) You’ve got your big G's;
I’ve got my hash pipe.
I’ve got my hash pipe.
I've got my hash pipe.
I've got my hash pipe.
Dew breaker
Heart stirrer
I hear you dance a fatal dance
Hot footed steps provide romance
It's not contraband
Wedding ring slips from fingers down into my hand
Clutching foreign lands
Foreign lands
Dew breaker
How do you suppose
I make some future plans
Sweet father
Restless mother
I hear you shaking through the tombs
The saddest eyes are force fed doom
It's not contraband
Wedding ring slips from fingers down into my hand
Clutching foreign lands
Foreign lands
Dew breaker
How do you suppose
I make some future plans
(bridge)
a fight is raging 1 to 4
my legs grown longer than before
i watch the scene from the door
body constrained i've left this floor
Give me a mirror and I'll show my enemy
The fear that tears through my pores ripping inside of me
A homemade-bomb grows in palm as I cut me free
My arms are witness to my tragic loss of dignity
And all the pretty girls call me a freak
I just cut myself trying to stay neat
I'm a toothache giving bitch darling I'm so sweet
Come take a bite out of me
I built a castle was no hassle my skin building blocks
My cherry blood slowly floods and clots to make the knots
Up in my fortress I'm a righteous duchess super clean
The love I give myself, above all else, quite serene
I was bleeding at the nail
Bleeding from the fingernails
I was bleeding from
Every desperate limb
Trying to hold on
Well I held on
I held on
I was crying i was dying
I was trying to move on
Move!
I was trying to hold on
To the fog invading my heart
Wishing that the mist was solid
So it would not fall apart
Well I held on
I held on
I was crying i was dying
I was trying to move on
Move!
Mist dissipated fast
As the mist became the past
Segregated drops of sadness
Lonely everlast
Well i held on
I held on
I was crying i was dying
I was trying to move on
Move!
You never did me solid
You never did me good
As fact as i recall
You only did me wrong
Well I held on
I held on
I was crying i was dying
I was trying to move on
Move!
The woods are sweet
I wonder if they'll whisper wisdom to me
When i'm six feet under carcass feeding greenery
I'm still curious about my destiny
My path being secure
My path being unsure
My path being a blurr
Well you don't even know my name
I spent my best years playing the game
Christianed in the fire water's not the same
Who do you think you should blame?
Strike my drum with my bareback thumb
Wanna seal the skin i'm in
The others alive and young
Well they tell me that i'm old sin
Well they tell me that i'm old sin (x2)
Well you don't even know my name
I spent my best years playing the game
Christianed in the fire water's not the same
Who do you think you should blame?
my wired spine
good thing the rhythm is electric
macabre divine
shock response a little hectic and though still fine
you call me pathetic
yet you don't even know my name...
Well you don't even know my name
I spent my best years playing the game
Christianed in the fire water's not the same
Who do you think you should blame?
There's something generous in your bones
Comfort is blind yet needs no show
I trust that you now know (x2)
My right to fear
My fear of faith
My faith it fails
To keep me
Safe
Here's something generous in your bones
Abundant strength
You care to loan
A marrow ladder your blood has sewn
The rest defects in antonym you grow
My right to fear
My fear of faith
My faith it fails
To keep me
Safe
(X3)
There's something generous
Within your bones
So proud to own the skin
To which their shadow is kin
Tickled by the trust
I lend this cage you bathe me in
My faith it fails to keep me safe (X4)
Pull the trigger on two
My head is loaded
Your gun will do
Don't like surprises
But i'll take them from you
Don't want to see you
Don't want to see you
I don't want to see you hesitate
If there's a limbo
You're its edges
You are stretching me out
In my middle
There's my pride
She is foaming at the mouth
At the mouth
Pull the trigger on 2...
If it's a game then I
Don't know what to choose
If it's a game
Then i don't know how to lose
I challenge you to a simple game of wits
You aim maim
But you dare kill with your fists...
Pull the trigger on 2...
I've got my ears flat to the ground
I'm not listening
Not sleeping sound
I've got no worries
I am all smiles
I've got your face up on replay
For stationnary miles
Pull the trigger on 2...
Mwen sé pié bwa myé
Ma'p senti po'm paka rété tout dous
San bwa'ap coulé
Lè wap cheché coté pou planté clou
Pa mandé poukisa ma'p kimbé giém
Sa'm pa vlé wè reté caché
Tout souveni ke foti konnen
Li préservé nan mè'm
Mwen wè assé
Mwen wè tou plèn
Pa posé sousi pito posé grèn
Mwen sé pié bwa myé
Coté m'rété sé nan la tè rouj
Ak san ma'mwen li collé
Dans macab fey melé devni fou
Sé van k'ap emné'm, sé dans la'p mené
Sé van ki ménaj'am nou gin kadans ko craz
sé konsi nou gin raj
Sé kon moun fou nou samblé
Sé red sé debou n'ap kimbé
Sé rasin ki enflé sé / rasin ké n'ap gadé
I caught ear of the echo
Of my breath on the telephone
I caught ear of the echo
Of my breath on the telephone
The silence is a void yet quite eventful
The silence I try to avoid leaves me a mouthful of bitter remember
My Cart doesn't need a horse to fly
Paradise it seemed with or without your...
Lies, lies, lies, lies
Wishing twice in wells long left to try for dreams impossible
Can't believe I let you back into my arms
Can't believe I let you love me until it harmed my vision of myself
My Cart doesn't need a horse to fly
Paradise it seemed with or without your...
Lies, lies, lies, lies
Scratch the bottom with the skin of your nails
If it hits your bum you should be grateful
The pain might be a blow but you need it for sure
The pain will overflow but it'll lead you back to shore
When you're done with drowning
My Cart doesn't need a horse to fly
Paradise it seemed with or without your...
Lies, lies, lies, lies
I'm ways from sleep
I'm ways from ethereal slumber
I'm ways from sleep
I'm ways from ethereal slumber
I shaved my head
to get my hair out of my eye
I shaved my head
awaitin' to be baked by the gaze of the sky
if there's a glow to be had
why can't be gluttonous?
If there's a glow to be had
why can't i take part in this
i could be warm in the face
bones and cheeks famously flushed in shame
it would not be the same (it would not be the, be the)
leave me to the mercy of my grin
all i need for dress foremost is skin
my sins my scars crown me like a lion
i've broken deals
i've broken truces, dared to kiss the air
i've smattered seals
boundaries bombed way beyond repair
i shaved my head
to let tears breathe so they could dry
and i shaved my head
to make a statement that does need reply
if there's a glow to be had
why can't be gluttonous?
If there's a glow to be had
why can't i take part in this
Executive production and A&R
by Laurent Bizot & Thibaut Mullings
All tracks performed by
Mélissa Laveaux (guitars, vocals)
Ludovic Bruni (guitars, bass),
Vincent Taeger (drums, percussions)
Vincent Taurelle (keyboards)
+ Thea Hjelmeland (vocals) on 'Move On'
Produced by The Jazz Bastards
(Ludovic Bruni, Vincent Taeger and Vincent Taurelle)
Recorded by Vincent Taurelle at studio A.L.B.E.R.T
with the help of Louis Berri and Etienne Meunier
Mixed by Bertrand Fresel at Studios Juno
except 'Generous Bones' and 'Sweetwood' by Renaud Letang
assisted by Thomas Moulin at Studios Ferber
Mastering Adam Ayan - Gateway Mastering
All tracks are written and composed by Mélissa Laveaux
Arranged by Ludovic Bruni, Vincent Taeger, Vincent Taurelle
Published by Nø Førmat!
Except Sweetwood, Calvatious, Move on, Triggers
Written by Mélissa Laveaux
Composed by Melissa Laveaux, Ludovic Bruni, Vincent Taeger, Vincent Taurelle
Published by Nø Førmat!
and Hashpipe
Written and composed by Rivers Cuomo
A sweet revolution. Mélissa Laveaux reinvented herself without evading the sharp character displayed in her acclaimed first album (Camphor and Copper, 2008). With a touch of sophistication, this young woman has traded in the swaying and languishing sweetness of her acoustic folk for an irresistibly energetic and commanding pop. Her writing is as personal as always, her voice still as youthful and sensual, but the arrangements brightly burst of creativity, placing emphasis on rhythm and electronic sounds.
It’s a life reinvented. Mélissa Laveaux grew up in Ottawa (Ontario) but was born to Haitian parents in 1985 in Montreal. In the wake of her first album, she moved to France. A delicate stage of her life that set the background for the lyrics on Dying Is A Wild Night . Its intimate writing is drawn from her difficult first few years in Europe. The album title's full verse is “Dying Is A Wild Night And A New Road” and is borrowed from American poet Emily Dickinson. The idea is beautiful and symbolic: cutting ties with her country was both a painful experience and the promise of a new beginning. It was also a bag of contradictions: the further away she fled, the closer she was drawn back to her family. She better understood her parent’s journey as Haitian emigrants, but at the same time her parents were at a loss to understand her departure. This is explained in the first single Postman is about: when she gets to Paris, she has to draw strength elsewhere than from a letter the postman will never deliver.
The beauty and ardor in Dying Is A Wild Night stem from the tension between the very personal writing and the impassioned teamwork that went into the music. A first demo was recorded with bandmate and notable jazz drummer Anne Paceo. A recurrent theme on songs baring an often surprising rhythmic foundation (Mélissa has an undying admiration for Wildbirds & Peacedrums, a duo whose music exclusively combines percussions and vocals).
Next came the fascinating in-studio work of a team of musicians/producers The Jazz Bastards: Vincent Taeger (drums, percussions), Vincent Taurelle (keyboards of Air) and Ludovic Bruni Bass, guitars). They reworked some of the tracks, bringing lush sonic textures and bringing a phenomenal rythmic energy to the songs. Here lies a perculiar modernity that willfully echoes the mutant pop of Santigold or Goldfrapp or even the latest developments in Fiona Apple’s career-both demanding and creative in their pop qualities.
Mélissa Laveaux easily admits it: she listens to much more music than she writes. This fills her songs with a thousand different nuances and influences all seamlessly assimilated. The surprising cover of Weezer’s Hash Pipe is clearly the rock highlight of an elegantly eclectic album : soul sung with a velvety voice (Dew Breaker), slender and dynamic little gems (Pretty Girls, SweetWood) or pop hits perfectly poised between organic and synthetic sounds (the striking Triggers and Generous Bones). And as if to draw a line between Mélissa’s first album and this one, a marvelous acoustic track, ethereal and swaying, snuck its way at the end of the album: sung in Creole, Pie Bwa is a variation on Billie Holiday’s Strange Fruit, written from the point of view of the blood-stained tree. Powerful imagery on a daring album: modern orchestrations, catchy melodies and intimate prose infused with contemplations on faith, Dying Is A Wild Night is in the veins as some of the best pop records: those that simultaneously touch the heart, the mind and the core.
