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Dying Is A Wild Night

Mélissa Laveaux

NØF.22 — 2013

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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

 

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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.

 

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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

 

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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

 

 

 

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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!

 

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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?

 

 

 

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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)

 

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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...

 

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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

 

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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

 

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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
 

C’est une douce révolution. Si Mélissa Laveaux n’a rien escamoté de l’identité très forte dessinée par un premier album acclamé (Camphor And Copper, 2008), elle s’est aujourd’hui réinventée. À la douceur acoustique d’un folk langoureux et chaloupé, la jeune femme préfère à présent l’énergie plus sophistiquée d’une pop percutante et irrésistible. L’écriture est toujours aussi personnelle, la voix toujours aussi sensuelle et juvénile, mais les orchestrations explosent en un feu d’artifice inventif, qui fait la part belle aux rythmiques et à des sonorités plus synthétiques.

 

C’est la réinvention d’une vie. Née à Montréal en 1985 de parents haïtiens, Mélissa Laveaux grandit à Ottawa (Ontario). Dans la foulée de son premier album, elle s’installe en France, une étape délicate qui nourrit largement les textes de Dying Is A Wild Night. La jeune femme y envisage ces dernières années sous un angle intime, puisant dans des moments difficiles une énergie nouvelle. Emprunté à la poétesse américaine Emily Dickinson, le vers complet est “Dying Is A Wild Night And A New Road”. L’idée est belle et symbolique: rompre les amarres avec son pays était à la fois un déchirement et la promesse d’un nouveau départ. C’était aussi un nœud de paradoxes: dans un même mouvement, Mélissa s’éloignait et se rapprochait de sa famille. Elle a mieux appréhendé le parcours de ses parents, émigrés haïtiens, tandis que l’éloignement géographique se doublait d’une incompréhension de leur part sur son choix. C’est le thème du single Postman: arrivée à Paris, il a fallu trouver des ressources ailleurs que dans une lettre que le facteur ne déposera jamais.

 

La beauté et l’énergie de Dying Is A Wild Night tiennent à une tension entre cette écriture très personnelle ett un travail profondément collectif. L’enregistrement des maquettes, d’abord, s’est fait avec la batteuse de jazz Anne Paceo, indice déterminant sur des chansons à l’assise rythmique souvent étonnante (Mélissa voue une admiration sans borne au duo Wildbirds & Peacedrums, qui travaille sur les combinaisons percussions/voix).

 

L’enregistrement de l’album est ensuite une collaboration passionnante avec les Jazz Bastards, trio de musiciens réalisateurs. Vincent Taeger (batteries et percussions), Vincent Taurelle (claviers de Air) et Ludovic Bruni (basse, guitares) ont ainsi remodelé certains titres et apporté beaucoup à la texture sonore et à l’énergie rythmique des chansons. Il y a là une modernité qui évoque volontiers la pop mutante de Santigold et Goldfrapp mais aussi les derniers développements de la carrière de Fiona Apple, exigeants et inventifs derrière leurs atours pop.

 

Mélissa Laveaux le confie sans difficultés : elle écoute beaucoup plus de musique qu’elle n’en écrit. Cela informe ses chansons de milles nuances et influences parfaitement assimilées. L’étonnante reprise du Hash Pipe de Weezer s’impose comme la touche rock d’un album l’éclectisme élégant : soul chantée d’une voix de velours (Dew Breaker), pépites énergétiques et élancées (Pretty Girls,Sweet Wood) ou tubes pop parfaitement balancés entre sonorités organiques et synthétiques (les incroyables Triggers et Generous Bones). Comme un trait d’union avec le premier album de Mélissa, une merveille acoustique au déhanché délicat s’est glissée en fin d’album : chantée en créole, Pie Bwa est une variation autour du Strange Fruit de Billie Holiday, écrite du point de vue de l’arbre, ensanglanté. Une image puissante sur un album audacieux: orchestrations modernes, mélodies imparables et textes personnels traversés d’interrogations sur la foi, Dying Is A Wild Night est de la trempe des grands disques pop, qui touchent à la fois le cœur, la tête et le plexus.

 




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