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JOURNEY TO THE END OF THE WAVES

Carly Blackman solo album

 

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VENTURE PARADISE PART 1

French Electro pop collaboration

 

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CARLY BLACKMAN'S FRENCH LANGUAGE FOLK

Le Carillon Blême LP

 

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ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK: MA SACRÉE JEUNESSE

Featuring songs by Jon Spencer, Joan and Jets, Serge Gainsbourg,

The Incredible String Band, Jeanette, Carly Sings and many others

and an original score by Carly Blackman

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AS CARLY SINGS
O'Milanta EP

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Le Parade EP - Carly sings with Richard Walters

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Someday

Acoustic Recordings

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DEBUT ALBUM
"The Glove Thief"

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The Glove Thief - The B-sides/Technicolour Edition

 

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Je t’aime tant - Eli et Jacno

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Apple Tree

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God and the Girl

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You Are Travelling / L'Amour

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Lyrics

 

From “The Glove Thief”

God and the Girl

You live over Mount Olympus in America
And I, I live behind green trenches
of ammonia
We met inside my castle of deficiency
My momma thought she knew you
and your family

But when you saw me
approaching your tired face
I knew I’d never be the kind of girl
who’d fall into your cold embrace

But some things are better not said
in fact the most obvious things
don’t need much questioning


You are winning all the races in America
And I, I’m dreaming of new places
in Utopia
I want to share your spotlight
on this stage and feed the people
all my music, with my bright lights


But when you saw me
approaching your tired face
I knew I’d never be the kind of girl
who’d fall into your cold embrace

But that’s all right coz that’s life
and the cards she deals us
Yeah that’s all right, coz that’s life
and the cards she deals us

I am bright, I am bright, but that
doesn’t mean I’ll reach your highs
I am wise, I am wise, but that doesn’t mean
I’ll give up this fight! This fight!


You Are Travelling

You are travelling away from me
our distant minds were too alike
You are drifting far beyond my reach
and I don’t see the point
in trying to pull you back
in trying to pull you back here

You are running fast away from me
through your tunnel wide
like icy rainbows
You are like a broken wing in need
of someone or something warm
to protect you tonight
to protect you tonight


But don’t you worry
coz I’ll always be there for you
And don’t you lose sleep now
coz I’ll be right next to you
I’ll be right next to you


You are falling through an open window
and I can see your face all fierce
and bloody-minded
You are fooling the best of friends
by thinking you’ll go unnoticed
I will read you some lines
from your bedtime book, that make
dancing words and rhymes
dancing words go by


But don’t you worry
coz I’ll always be there for you
And don’t you lose sleep now
coz I’ll be right next to you
I’ll be right next to you
I’ll be right next to you


Eyes Closed

I came upon your house
so I could see you sleeping
I broke into your room
so I could hear you breathing


But you seemed real sad
with your eyes closed like that
You seemed oh so sad
with your eyes closed like that


I lay next to your face
and covered you in helium
I whispered to your lips
in a language of oblivion


But you seemed real sad
with your eyes closed like that
You seemed oh so sad
with your eyes closed like that


And your fist clenched, and your
heart stopped, and your mind bent
on turning me down


I prayed that you would feel
a molecule of emotion
And get behind the wheel
of an impulse to be near me


But you seemed real sad
with your eyes closed like that
You seemed oh so sad
with your eyes closed like that


And your fist clenched, and your
heart stopped, and your mind bent
on turning me down, down down down


George Emerson

I want to meet you on a tight rope
high above your hometown
of powder and pills
I want to see you go real crazy so I can
be Miss Daisy in your mother’s bed
I want to watch you when your horny
playing with your pony
in your jail cell


George, George Emerson
he’s the only one who can show you
how to have some fun
George, George Emerson
he’s your antithesis
you’re antidote to boredom


I want to wrap you in newspaper
and tie you in red ribbon made of thorns
I want to send you to my Grandpa
who lives in his apartment
in the underworld
He’ll tell you a story from the last century
about a girl from landed gentry
who fell in love with George


George, George Emerson
he believed in beauty for everyone
Goerge, George Emerson
he’s a poor mans son but he’s a real one
I want to tell you that I love you
but I’d be lying to…
George, George Emerson
he believed in beauty for everyone
George, George Emerson
he’s the only son of a poor man

Mirror

What’s the time on your internal clock say
when you’re running past tomorrow?
What do you do when you see yourself in a
windowpane?
Do you wanna jump and break it?

How cool would it be
to see the insides first
How cool would it be
to see the insides first hand
How cool would it be
to see the insides of you and me

How am I supposed to answer your words?
Should I give you the same story?
I have only known you for five short days
How do you want me to control this?


How cool would it be
to see the ending first
How cool would it be
to see the ending first hand
How cool would it be
to see the ending before the rest


You are like a distant star above me
that’s been waiting for me to follow
If I hang my dark clouds out to dry
will you still shine through me?

How cool would it be
to see the insides first
How cool would it be
to see the insides first hand
How cool would it be
to see the ending before the rest


Apple Tree

Lying there with your ailing eye
trying to fall asleep to a morbid lullaby
I trusted you with your bad dreams
In your head it’s a cold and misty night
candescent leaves shelter you from my
window, where the apple trees grow
In between the dark corners and coves
we managed to stay welded to each other
And the metal lock stayed fastened, even
though the air blew hell through our keyhole


Oh happy times await your healthy eye
can see me holding you
And your lips will remember
Oh happy times await your healthy eye
can see me holding you
And your lips will remember


Tried to lie, tried to get by
thinking you were challenged by
my security breakdown, where I broke down
In the light I can see you were too scared
to take me to, your secret garden
where the apple trees grow
In between the dark corners and coves
we managed to stay welded to each other
And the metal lock stayed fastened, even
though the air blew hell through our keyhole


Oh happy times await your healthy eye
can see me holding you
And your lips will remember
Oh happy times await your healthy eye
can see me holding you
And your lips will remember


The Only Human Left

I read an article in the newspaper today
confirming your prediction that the world
has no rhyme or reason
And I hate to say that I know you’re right
to presume that there’s no one
controlling our plight

As humans, sweet humans
we know how to make things right
We’re human, just human
and we know how to be real nice
to each other, to each other


So when you look at me, do you see
a hologram or a reflection, or just a
pale copy of me in your universe of
introspection? There’s no need to believe
that you cannot enjoy me, if life’s just an
illusion, than you don’t have to mean it

Coz you’re human, just human
and you know how to make things right
You’re human, just human
and you know how to be real nice
to me, to me


Inside the dungeon of your solipsistic mind,
I fear I have to warn you
of the limits of your kind
Break out of your shell, feel the heat
of humanity, place your long fingers
under my skirt


Coz I’m human, just human
and I know how to make things right
I’m human, just human
and I know how to be real nice
to you, to you, to you


Marie Galante

Tu es à quelque mille kilomètres au loin
Ce qui fait une distance énorme
et violente, loin de moi
Je sais que tu reviendras me voir
un jour en hiver
Je sais que tu aimerais sentir
mon regard sur tes yeux
Tu marchais sur le sable blanc
Tu marchais sous les étoiles filantes
À Marie Galante

Quand tu reviens
dans ton pays grisâtre
Tu découvriras une nouvelle sensiblilité
sous l’abri du métro
Tu allumeras une lumière
dans la salle d’étudiants
Et ton coeur saura comment et pourquoi
Tu t’es blessé tout seul
Tu marchais sur le sable blanc
Tu marchais sous les étoiles filantes
Tu regardais les vagues diminuer
À Marie Galante



Please Don’t


When you say silly things like you love me
I know that it’s just a stupid hobby
to pass the hours away
So you can ignore
your tap-tapping mind
Scathing, reminding you
that you’ve a job to find
When you sit there for hours
staring at my thigh
The polka dots from my underwear
start blinking in your eyes
And your day hasn’t progressed
and your pages are still blank
I want to liberate you
but I feel trapped myself
In the tower of your misery
there is a gleaming hope
A flickering light or an isiotrope
You told me about it and I can verify
But please don’t tell me that you
love me anymore


I could help you spit it out
the fire in your mouth
And in between your ears
free the scream that wants to shout
But the strings of your guitar
would serve you very well
to shoot your cold arrows
and practice your spell
My eyes are growing weaker
and you haven’t even moved
And don’t try and convince me
that these feelings are confused
Just please don’t love me anymore
Please don’t love me anymore

So when you are alone and wanting
a special kind of teddy bear
to tranquilise your heart
Pick up your device
and let it work you out
It’s all in your own head
so there’s no need to pout
I’ll listen if you let me,
I’ll feed you if you’ll eat
But please don’t tell me that you
love me anymore!



Mushroom in my Hard-Drive

My computer died today
I heard nothing as it withered away
The screen went dead, and left me numb
I watched it fade, like a setting sun
Maybe my mobile phone will die
and everything electric will fry
Cars will laugh as they turn away
from a chance to dance in a suicidal way

The power’s gone forever
the power’s gone forever
And we will be forced to use sunlight
and travel in a bus led by a kite

Maybe my mushroom cloud will come
and eat me up like a burning sun
Fish will jump and say “Hello”
…HELLO…
to Peace, Eternity and the Chosen One
Soon their megaphones will cry:
The power’s gone forever
the power’s gone forever
And we will be forced to use sunlight
and travel in a bus led by a kite



I Am Right

You don’t want to touch me
unless it hurts me
All you want to do is look at me
and tell me I’m not right
You don’t want hold me physically
All you want to do is look at me
and tell me I’m not right
But I know that when you kissed me
I know that you desired me
And I know that all this bullshit
is to disguise the fact that I am right
to disguise the fact that I am right

You don’t want to be with me
or speak the same language as me
All you want to do is look at me
metaphysically, and tell me I’m not right
You don’t want to taste me
or this, or anything
All you want to do is criticise life
and tell me I’m not right
But I know that you desire me
and I know you’re thinking of me
When you touch your _____ at night
YES, I know that I am right
I know that I am right!


L’Amour

Tu es le seul au monde
Tu es le seul à répondre
Tu es mon rayon
mes médicaments
Tu es mon amant

C’est l’amour, l’amour
c’est l’amour, l’amour

Tu es mon confident
Tu es mon p’tit téléphone
Tu es ma destination
Tu es mon amant

C’est l’amour, l’amour
c’est l’amour, l’amour


Et des fois tu me dis que je suis la plus belle
Et des fois tu me dis que je suis ton échelle

Mais c’est l’amour, uniquement l’amour,
c’est l’amour, uniquement l’amour

Tu es mon p’tit vampire
et avec toi je crains pour ma vie
Mais en disant ça je veux te dire
que tu m’assoupis

C’est l’amour, l’amour
c’est l’amour, l’amour

Et des fois tu me dis que je suis la plus belle
Et des fois tu me dis que je suis ton échelle

Mais c’est l’amour, uniquement l’amour
c’est l’amour, uniquement l’amour