As he describe in its blog:
"I might mention that Walls And Doors was also the first time my electronic instruments had begun to convey the visceral energy that one associates with people beating the fuck out of their instruments, in the context of a pop song."
And for sure you can heard the first music, it is just a matter of download and heard.
Walls and doors
Any sigh is a womb
Releasing to the room of senses
Results of plans are ours
Our actions girt in what will be
One time seems a bunch
But we don't see in front of us
When you do anything
Everything's coming to you
When you see a changeling
He's nothing but his appearances' sum
Touch knows what's hearing
Sight knows who's speaking
They're walls and doors
And naught upholds it all
What never ends lost it all
It echoes and re-throws
The bornless win it all
They echo tomorrow's sounds
And all is turned around
These lyrics are horribly incorrect.
ReplyDeleteThen help to correct it, point the errors and the solutions.
ReplyDeleteThis is what I hear with headphones and a laptop. And I know some of it's wrong, and some is just indecipherable, which is why I really wish JF would publish the lyrics to this and to all of PBX. But until then....
ReplyDeleteAny sigh is a womb, releasing to the room of/our? senses
[Results of plans are ours - Where actions get too odd we'll be(?)]
One time seems a bunch, but we don't see in front of us
When you do anything, everything's coming to you
When you see a changeling, there's nothing but his appearances on
Nothing but his appearances on
Touch knows what's hearing
Sight knows he's speaking
They're walls and doors
And none are bolted on ...Hey
Whatever it's lost at all
It echoes and [regrows?]
[To find us when at all?] they echo tomorrow's sounds
And all is turned around
Ohh.... Whatever it's lost at all
It echoes and regrows
Find us when at all they echo tomorrow's sounds
And all is turned around