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Maison des Couleurs E​.​P

by Whatthe Animalssay

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I can picture you naked, and I do. I can see your eyes every time I close mine. You're the happiest I've been in eleven years, so you're not someone I should have to miss. Faux courage for Eighty pence but this black comedy is relentless. Cos I can see your eyes every time I close mine and I can picture you naked, and I do.
2.
Kiss Me 03:38
It seems I'm falling into dreams redacting every word I scrawl, but often I will talk and taunt myself and embrace the walls. Yes, it's exciting, delighting, enlightening, moonlighting from 'I am', I have proof that it's the truth but it can be inconclusive at times. I'm starting to think that it's a sign, a clear sign, that I'm out here, with only the necessary's, with only the necessary. This is not madness this is well honed mental acrobatics noting has broken the wheels have spoken and they said her name. A name so soft it can be traced upon water, I caught her, but she could not remain. Kiss me. Kiss me again. Kiss me again and again and again. I'm starting to think that it's a sign, a clear sign, that I'm out here, with only the necessary's, with only the necessary. I can become drunk from a look at your face and forget my aim, it would seem, the knowledge of the subconscious is as vast as a forgotten dream. I need to cross lands to take your hands and say farewell to my new found seekers. Who picks the people that choose what the children are taught by the teachers.
3.
Pretend it's the afternoon and sleep in the room like you did in the womb. The weather's so cold that it bites the joy is all lost during the morning and nights. We soak up the sun like reptiles while the inbreds try to sell us their smiles. Behind their eyes are shadows they just don't remember where the light goes. And you said something in the pouring rain, your lips fuller than they've ever been, and so needed proof eventually came. There in the dark and the bar, breaking what I have into shard after shard get in or be dragged by the car. When your hand wakes your hair it brings birds to the yard and it's tearing me out. Sit fragilely, beat the love into me and it's tearing me out. Every bruise a reminder. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh Your pain goes but returns, what is good for us is not worth the concern. These mountains can protect, but not from yourself if your hearth is a wreck. So we double our single beds and our screams seem to bring new life to the place. And you said something in the pouring rain, your lips fuller than they've ever been, you said you could love any one of me.
4.
I eat off the same plate twice and it's a science to keep one life separate from the next and to follow not into temptation. I eat off the same plate twice. Board up your window pain and remain the same distant, lonesome, man of a thousand jokes some much too close to the bone house, I remain the same, I remain the same. Board up your window paine. In the attic there's just another ceiling. What I'm feeling... I bury my bodies in the garden. Moves like starlings. Incomplete control, bus ticket origami folds, laid-back hands and pneumonia toes. Just how do you feel? Mostly I'm so so, in complete control. Board up your window pain. Amongst the framed pictures of a history are the blurry shots of a cowering, mystery, person that I do not care for; the boxes have no name, the boxes have no name. Board up your window paine. Kill me and cut out my heart and it's an art helping work define, dismissing mistakes as fakes, tired all the time. Kill me and cut out my heart. Board up your window pain and sustain a multitudes of guises what is known is shown but behind the eye is being drowned, amused, and soothed by a friend of mine, by a friend of mine. Board up your window paine. In the attic there's just another ceiling. What I'm feeling... I bury my bodies in the garden. Moves like starlings.
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Why Even Try 03:18
This girl can open, open, old wounds and have you believing you're bleeding into your food. But happy, happy, happy is the mind that can distract it's self at times. Ain't seen a summer in a long time, Ain't seen a summer in a long time, Ain't seen a summer in a long time, Ain't seen a summer in a long time. So what can you call this sickness, this illness, this disease? I walk through crowds like a deathly breeze. What good are promises if they can break, what good's a man with no stomach for heart ache. Ain't seen a summer in a long time, Ain't seen a summer in a long time, Ain't seen a summer in a long time, Ain't seen a summer in a long time. And the heroes plan in every book I've ever held in my hands was to get the girl, any way that he can. But these pages of mine read a different plan and I know I'll be forever wondering how it ends and why it even began. Why fall in love again, why fall in love, why even try. It's an avoidable madness we all run to a master and mistress, beautiful, wicked and cruel. Ain't seen a summer in a long time, Ain't seen a summer in a long time, Ain't seen a summer in a long time, Ain't seen a summer in a long time.
6.
Pistols drawn and awake, awake to their maddenings. We drew close to the fire and hope that they'd spare the lives of our animals. But care free they shoot and they disagree with the answers we gave. Drunk and bored they turn to her. They had to shake us apart, they hit me but all I could feel was the dark, but she fought and in time they changed their mind. On the floor we lay as one, fueled by something that we had before this begun, and a glance told us that we should run, now that we had the chance. So we fled our home in slow motion, and willed each other not to fall, and even with the shout, the shot, and the bullet, we we're swallowed up by the woods. Which we knew like the back of each others hand. Our adrenaline drove us form miles, we didn't stop running till we found the town of Twosmiles.
7.
Caught walking through the galleries taking in the memories, I'm free but I'm not, I'm gone but I'm caught. Two too bone-tireds lost in the quite. You tempt every sense, my heart's in my head. We should talk about the big things 'til they're just the small things. strange names and working, possibilities are lurking. Mix our things on the floor, they fit so well there's a pause. how did we ever endure. Now give it all to the man waiting at the door. Strange dreams in the night of snakebites and bees in the car, the meanings all lost. And daydreaming too, thoughts of the blue town where we knew just how to... Talk about the big things 'til they're just the small things. strange names and working, possibilities are lurking. Mix our things on the floor, they fit so well there's a pause, how did we ever endure. Now give it all to the man waiting at the door. Caught walking through the galleries taking in the memories, I'm free but I'm not, I'm gone but I'm caught.
8.
We were settling down gonna buy a house, bought a bird and put a cage all around it, flying was just for us then you changed. Bought a motorbike to take us out at night, so we could catch the stars, pretend we were the only ones. You said you were happy but then you changed. Fumbled for the words crumbled as I heard, that you were moving on that I no longer belonged to you, and you to me. so I don't look up at the stars anymore, and I set that damn bird free.

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Whilst in Essaouira, Morocco, Leonie and I recorded a 'live and unplugged' album. All songs were performed and recorded in room 2, Maison des Couleurs.

Artwork by Whatthe Animalssay.

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released August 16, 2016

Guitar and Vocals: Atma Mu
Vocals: Leo Katharina

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Whatthe Animalssay Berlin, Germany

Traveling Gonzo Composer/duo. Forty-One Countries tapped for inspiration. Traveling with a micro studio, a microphone and an acoustic guitar, composing and uploading where and when possible. Songs written freely from Iceland to Togo without the constraints of industry. ... more

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