a r t i s t : Natalie Rose LeBrecht
t i t l e : Warraw
d a t e : 2007
l a b e l : afterhours
g e n r e : Folk
r l s. d a t e : Dec/2007
t r a c k s : 11
b i t r a t e : VBRkbps
s i z e : 60,0 MB
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"WARRAW" is one very long song (like an epic dream) that has
been divided into 11 tracks to suit the
contemporary pop-oriented listener.
TRACK 1 Psychomancy. My limbs are numb. Bits of knowledge
appear before me as iridescent creatures glowing
in a translucency - a translucent sea. Psychomancy. Air that
we breathe. Bubbles float down. Surreal sounds.
Natalie LeBrecht: guitars, autoharp
TRACK 2 We love the burning tree - the burning tree gives us
warmth and lightà a luminescent shelter for the rite
as we sing, "Shalahleelah, Huxtable; Shalahleelah, Huxtable."
Microcosm, macrocosm, life inside the blood.
There's life inside my blood and I'll contain it as it forms
me: symbiotically, we sing, "Shalahleelah, Huxtable;
Shalahleelah, Huxtable; Shalahleelah, Huxtable; Shalahleelah,
Huxtable!" The burning tree shares its visions
through a language of smoke dancing in the breeze which blows
the time slowing the mind enough to trace another
layer of atmosphere textured as an onion peel. Ultrasonic
atoms collide nonstop, and I am feeling very hot and
charged as we sing, "Shalahleelah, Huxtable; Shalahleelah,
Huxtable; Shalahleelah, Huxtable; Shalahleelah,
Huxtable; Shalahleelah, Huxtable; Shalahleelah, Huxtable;
Shalahleelah, Huxtable; Shalahleelah, Huxtable!"
Burning tree guard this dream.
N.L.: guitars, vocals, percussion
TRACK 3 I'm the queen of spades in your heart game. Are you
gonna shoot the moon, baby? Holding out is not
a good strategy. You need to make the brave commitment right
now to hold on to me if you want to score the royal
award - ha! If you have the best of hearts I'll be real good
to you, but if you lack the support I requireà venom,
venom, VENOM!!!! Yeah, I'm the serpentine who forms your
dreams. Without me you're reduced to mediocrity,
darling. Don't you see we could play oh every single dayà lah
dee da, do be do be do.
N.L.: guitars, drums, percussion, vocals; Pasquale Cangiano:
trumpets; Michael Evans: cymbals
TRACK 4 N.L.: vocals, guitars, drums, percussion, organ,
synthesizer; M.E: drums
TRACK 5 N.L.: rolling r's & soprano vocals, guitar,
percussion; Kate Roche: silly sultry goblin vocals; Jill
Rosenthal:
all over the place crazy nutball vocals
TRACK 6 Psychoman - Seniorita Roberti bore 20 exiles who
rejected the past: sisters and brothers traveling
around. Anti-establishmentarian by nature, forging alliance
with the nativesà communicating through dance and
songà incantations formed a cage of awe around the natives,
bedazzled by the gold sparkling in the eyes of the
exiles. Sisters and brothers traveling around. The soldiers
pray to be programmed like intuitive insects searching
for the niche. Sisters and brothers traveling around, times
like no other. Enduring sufferance, appreciating life from
the Motherà remembering a lover from a long, long time ago.
Water flow through his veins and out her throat a
scream - frightened comedyà nothing too obsceneà suffusing all
perception with bittersweet.....
N.L.: guitars, organ, vocals, percussion, drums, accordion,
melodica; P.C.: trumpets
TRACK 7 ...And I can't see past the sunrise, I hope it's blue
skies. Every morning is Sunday, and I can sleep late.
Dreaming of the ocean, I get emotional. I can't C past the
sunriseà blue skies. I left all my money under his bed.
N.L.: guitar, vocals; K.R.: vocals; J.R.: vocals
TRACK 8 1,2,3,4 subtrophe initiator 5,6,7,8 dazzilize
propamediate 1,2,3,4 subtrophe initiator 5,6,7,8 dazzilize
propamediate 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,1,2,3 joann
christine angela helen laurel sophie athena al(i)(y)son
jenn(y)(ie) maggie esther estera ruby kesone colleen danyelle
marguerite jill marcia kate lisa debbie patricia kelly
lynn hayley celia barb kari lizz anna drieky maria shanta
jaime jane sabrina leah sunshine marilyn brett laura florence
annabelle tonya rachel leslie sara(h) melissa remedios the
beauty sweet valentina
N.L.: guitar, vocals, synthesizer, piano; M.E.: drums; K.R.:
whale noises, vocals; J.R.: whale noises, vocals
TRACK 9 Etymonic resuscitation (1,2,3,4 subtrophe initiator
5,6,7,8 dazzilize propamediate!), appropriation of the
co-optation (oh sign design you know I can't define nor can I
refine when I can't make up my mind so I can not
define when I can not define I can not refine nor can I make
up my mind oh sign design I must resign) in the twilight
(abundance, the right!) before the fall of the great empire
(past the point of no return in times of urgency there's
much to learn). Five-hundred thousand big machines shipped
across the sea, preparing for catastrophe: a neoancient
tragedy mind blowing in its complexity. Meanwhile the brave
march in the streets as a mass comprised of
different styles, wisely unified at the revelation of egoism.
Bleeding power. Sirens ring, stating emergency, fear
mongeringà martial law, without a flaw, upholding dynasty. All
is palindrome, flesh and bone. Gutter/Throne. War
Raw. Will egoism always prevail on every scale? Raw War.
Dichotomy necessitates balanceà our hearts may
only beat four seconds more: yi, er, san, si.
N.L.: guitars, vocals, drums, percussion; M.E.: cymbals; K.R.:
background vocals at tail end
TRACK 10 P.C.: trumpet
TRACK 11 I left all my money under his bed. I won't need it
anymore. Not where I'm going - up. To the mountains
to be with you again. In this quiet quiet night, please lay by
me in the wild grass under the trees. Do you
remember how much we used to laugh? About the same as how much
we used to cry. Tonight we'll breathe
breathe breathe, breathe in the fresh air. And we'll sing sing
sing until our heart's content. As we read read read
each other's eyes, we're mesmerizedà we're mysticized. Please
always know that you brought me back to life so
now I can wake up again (and maybe we're not really past the
point of no return... when the earth's sun shades are
down all the prisons will be emptied... annex wasted time,
disposable we cannot buy, when do we have time to
cry... be never wasted life) and we will break forth a new
day. One where we can breathe and drink clean water for
free for free. And no one steps on anyone else's toes just to
have more, just to have more. Right now I see the
same atrocities mirroring some submerged histories. So now
let's trade - you make me a bed, I'll quilt you a blanket
and then together we can rest. Gotta start small to make
something big or else it will collapse, but I fear we're
running out of time.
N.L.: vocals, guitar, organ, synthesizer, autoharp
(http://www.natalieroselebrecht.com)
This release comes from the 2007 Japanese Reissue on
Afterhours Records. All info in Japanese.
(http://www.afterhoursmagazine.jp/main/label/natalie_rose_lebr
echt_warrawah080.php)
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01-Warraw-Track01 [03:01]
02-Warraw-Track02 [04:38]
03-Warraw-Track03 [02:47]
04-Warraw-Track04 [03:36]
05-Warraw-Track05 [01:52]
06-Warraw-Track06 [04:32]
07-Warraw-Track07 [03:00]
08-Warraw-Track08 [04:16]
09-Warraw-Track09 [07:38]
10-Warraw-Track10 [01:16]
11-Warraw-Track11 [17:07]
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