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Bats on a Swing

by Bats on a Swing

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1.
Small Town 02:54
Small town (Artist: Bats on a Swing – Songwriter: Damien Somville) I’m missing the small town Where I wasn’t born The house and the room where I never grew Up where I knew I’ll Be missing the pictures Dad never took of Our faces and smiles The whole family lie The once a year homeward bound And its laughter & quarrels round the table A taste of ceremonial Easter bells and Christmas Eve boredom by the hearth Where a fire is always crackling I’m a stranger in my hometown The parody of a sad clown Who still tries to sound like A rough city dweller The whole family lie The once a year homeward bound And its laughter & quarrels round the table A taste of ceremonial Easter bells and Christmas Eve boredom by the hearth The whole family lie The convenient homeward bound Pure boredom by the hearth Where a fire is always crackling Where a fire is always crackling
2.
Hell of a Mambo (Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville) It’s a hell of mambo party tonight On which moon you don’t know It’s in a saloon alright In the last whisky bar before complete darkness and void Let the gypsies play like Django And their golden rings shine May the holly six eyed wino drink all his wine So you won’t have to wait too long if you’re willing to fight But how can this violet moon look so much Like our own violent and blue world How can it be so faraway and so close? Ten thousand million light years away from our solar system Spins our strangest twin galaxy Second to the left after alpha centaury It’s a hell of mambo But there’s just one little but meaningful difference With our dear dead star cradle of blood and romance Cause this faraway moon is a shelter where the clumsy can dance No dusty old school lingo Flows with memories fade Everything’s cool and limbo is only for trance Having fun doesn’t require a fringy bang on your head But how can this violet moon look so much Like our own violent and blue world How can it be so faraway and so close? Ten thousand million light years away from our solar system Spins our strangest twin galaxy Second to the left after alpha centaury Please someone tell me how can this violet moon look so much Like our own violent and blue world How can it be so faraway and so close?
3.
Little science (Artist: Bats on a Swing – Songwriter: Damien Somville) Crowded in this ancient town Staring at the charcoal northern sky We don’t do much we try to live a descent life Slowly building our future up Day after day working earning and saving To keep things flowing let freedom pretend A little science breakin’ in Your motionless world of labour & leisure Please let it stay, let it squeeze your brand new brain A little science opennin’ The large horizon trapped in your narrow vision Let science fill your proud unlogical self Playing songs from another time And writing new ones when we need to come down And tell about our lives between the city lines A little science breakin’ in Your motionless world of labour & leisure Please let it stay, let it squeeze your brand new brain A little science opennin’ The large horizon trapped in your narrow vision Let science fill your proud unlogical self
4.
Action Dream 03:54
Action Dream (Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville) Hang on to your bear, no one wants you here Don’t pull the plug between you and your inner Fantastic world Close-up on your hands little pupetteer It’s an action scene, the cyber dragon is getting killed On the top of a building On the top of your desklamp Spidey killed him dead -but now- The dragon is living again Well, you’re the king of the game... Never listen to voices from above You can destroy all your crazy little toys You can crash All your small cars against the wall Even that big blue&yellow truck you got For your birthday And don’t forget to play Practice everyday –it’s such a- Fragile state of mind, please Stay a child all the way...
5.
Dogirls 02:23
Dogirls (Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville) Ramble on, soft wind Take the pain away Come gently wash my love and stay Fall down pouring rain on trouble makers day Ruin it all and turn their souls to clay But do girls have souls ? Well they are strange monsters anyhow... Pretty as bad it seems In their own different ways They sure can give feelings a bad name Tenderly, your innocent That’s all I got to say PS : this song’s not meant to stay But do girls have souls ? Well they are strange monsters anyhow... I already get the picture, it’s called “Little sentimental games”
6.
Cosmic Shambles (Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville) Don’t stop now, you’ll recover Dont’ put the blame on another now Carry the weight While you can share a little with her You can go now,play it further See what the world’s got to offer boy Maybe you’ll reach Some special kind of cosmic order And you’re slowly drivin’ through the clouds To find a fortune teller or any kind Of shattered pillgrim in the fudge Or a long bearded liar in an orange sky And when you’ll wake up You’ll find Nothing but a shambles in a room Well that’s all yours This burden is way too heavy On your two young flimsy shoulders so If you ever fall One simple rule to remember No one cares but your mother And no one helps one another Gamble and if you’re lucky Maybe your girlfriend will make it smoother And you’re slowly drivin’ through the clouds To find a fortune teller or any kind Of shattered pillgrim in the fudge Or a long bearded liar in an orange sky You’re slowly drivin’ through the clouds To find a fortune teller or any kind Of shattered pillgrim in the fudge Or a long bearded liar in an orange sky And when you’ll wake up You’ll find Nothing but a shambles in a room Well that’s still yours
7.
Last impression (Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville) Leaving the color red, lost in an abstract plan In a little plastic castle where You once spoke in the king’s name One last impression before I have to leave this dried up ocean And it’s getting cold in the undermoon Two pupils in motion to sweep the room and hold back As many details as your head can One touch and a smell Hurry up it’s late, this backwards afternoon will soon end And take the loon away with a peace of childhood I’d better leave before dawn hits the road up Before I loose the notion of space and time I have to find a meaning to this song no direction home Before dawn hits the road up Before dusk fills the house up Spinning old remains, I can seem to catch one A joyful Christmas once occurred here In this room I guess One last impression before I start to miss this country house I’d better leave before dawn hits the road up Before I loose the notion of space and time I have to find a meaning to this song no direction home Before dusk fills the house up And got swallowed into the crawling nights you can Stir up conviction in a sleight of hand You will find back your city bed Before dawn hits the road up Before dusk fills the house up Leaving the color red, lost in an abstract plan
8.
Stuntman 03:04
Stuntman (Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville) I’m a stuntman in California yo And I’m gonna crash my head, until I wake up all dead Until it’s finally late Too late to care for less than a scene With fake blood and big fire bombs No humbug no senteria no I’m not gonna lie to you, the so-called puppet behind All dose fantastic falls And gigantic fireworks Is nothing but the stand-in of own rapid shadow I’ll give you fire and brimstones Non sense and hullabaloos Give you twaddles and heroes Legends encased in a zoo My helmet is a lucky charm And if I ever break my neck, it’ll get me straight out of hell Breaking the gates out to heaven And if you look up in the sky You may see the first of the looping the loop star I’ll give you fire and brimstones Non sense and hullabaloos Give you twaddles and heroes Legends encased in a zoo I’ll give you fire and brimstones Non sense and hullabaloos Give you twaddles and heroes Legends encased in a zoo
9.
Don’t come away (Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville) Don’t come away from this night There is a star you can afford Don’t go too far stay ashore The lucky ones will shine aboard Your motionless plastic space Ship through a zillion Emotions, fantastic places Dreams only give chocolate keys so don’t push out Revolving answers and charades You will never fully understand Still you can try Then let oblivion works alone Some will necessarily need To lay on a sofa to speak About the extraordinary Mess childhood left for ecstasy Your motionless plastic space Ship through a zillion Emotions, fantastic places Dreams only give chocolate keys so don’t push out Revolving answers and charades You will never fully understand Still you can try Then let oblivion works alone
10.
So Long... 03:33
So Long (Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville) So long, I’ll let the rain drive me home Farewell my pale City Rose And I’ve been silly, but not really in purpose I’ve tried, but not really, not hard enough... All wrong And how wrong... So long, my pale City Rose Amongst those Hazy fates and cloudy prose I belong to the Midlake swimmers No song to regret, all is great All wrong, we’re not fully safe and sound, no... That’s the trick, how we kept our pride All wrong And how wrong... So long, my pale City Rose No ghost in the shell Only codes from the swell All wrong, so wrong But don’t explain... Don’t explain, don’t explain, don’t explain...
11.
Bat on a swing (Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville) There’s a bat on a swing And a web on the ceiling The spider is near and the cat The cat is asleep No one is watching over me and I wonder Who does this smile with wings possibly belongs to? Those two pointed teeth Gently rocks over my cradle Like a pendulum in the wind like a rival Or a head down little friend, like no angel There’s a day sleeper in the back of a garden A black dangling guardian A dream catcher For the day dreamer In the shade of a tree The bat is on guard From its control swing Everything is clear as Daylight My mind’s at rest I’ve got nothing to worry about Free at last to take my afternoon nap Before the light goes down Before my folks bend over my cradle Like a pendulum in the wind like a rival Or a head down little friend, like no angel There’s a day sleeper in the back of a garden A black dangling guardian A dream catcher For the day dreamer
12.
No science fiction (Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville) My generation Has the shape of a question mark Staring at the mirror seeking for itself An unscience fiction Dream where youngsters don’t chill out in the park No science fiction For my generation No science fiction But maybe a revolution An unscience fiction Dream where youngsters don’t chill out in the park No science fiction For my generation No science fiction And maybe no evolution

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released July 5, 2010

Marine B. / Vocals - Flute - Keyboard
Louise Briand / Vocals - Keyboards - Bass Synthetizer
Damien Somville / Accoustic & Electric Guitars - Backings
Etienne Gautier / Violin
Yann D. / Accoustic & Electric Guitars - Bass - Ukulele
Adrien Plessis / Drums & Percussions

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