Ce single présente deux titres de l'album en hommage a Frances Farmer, encore en préparation. Cet album sera entièrement constitué de duos avec différents vocalistes.

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God Is Dead

(feat.Ivan 1984)

Texte et voix par Ivan 1984

Musique et arrangements par Uberlulu

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La Valse Des Ecervelés

(feat.Daisylis)

Voix par Daisylis

Texte & musique par Uberlulu

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Qui était Frances Farmer ? Visitez cette page pour en savoir plus, avant, pendant, ou après l'écoute de ce docu-single pour l'apprécier pleinement.

http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frances_Farmer

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This single presents two titles from the upcoming album which is a tribute to Frances Farmer. This album will contain exclusively duets with differents vocalists.

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God Is Dead

(feat.Ivan 1984)

Text & speech by Ivan 1984

Music & arrangements y Uberlulu

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La Valse Des Ecervelés

(feat.Daisylis)

Speech by Daisylis

Text & music by Uberlulu

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Who was Frances Farmer ? Visit this page to learn more about her, before, while, or after listening to that docu-single to fully appreciate it :

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frances_Farmer

TEXTES/TEXTS

God Is Dead

"I can always remember my mother saying to me that cleanliness was next to Godliness, and when I took myself off ot Sunday School I always wondered where the connection was. The stories I heard were always nice and often made good, practical sense in the manner of getting on with life and being nice to others in the process, even to the extent of turning the other cheek.

However, God as such became a distant idea that seemed to fade against the reverence of Jesus, which seemed somehow at odds with the insistence on not worshipping false idols.

So, especially on a Sunday night, after my visit to Sunday School, stories fresh in my mind, and after being scrubbed clean and equally fresh in readiness for the school week proper. I felt a little closer to God, though this sensation diminished as time progressed and my mind became full of more questions with insufficient answers.

I began to wonder why that God didn't spare me the periodic thrashings from my tyrannical father, especially if I was 'one of His flock', and the idea and belief in God began to fade, until He was just an image in my mind. One that I would turn to in increasingly trivial ways, for lesser and lesser means to my daily ends.

Then, as I began to learn more about the working of the world, through science and the veracity of the testimony of history, from dinosaurs to wars, God became even more distant and ineffectual. Until He became a mere nothingness.

Then I figured that prehistoric man was filled with wonder and thanks for the sun rising each day, sustaining his surroundings and continuance of life. And, this to the point where I worked out that God was just man's personification of a natural phenomena. The ensuing reverence had become so enshrouded in the mists of history, that we had forgotten why this had happened, and clung to the idea of God out of desperation and mere habit.

As a result, I felt quite pleased for figuring this out all by myself, though my teachers in religion thanked me little for being so smart, bright and clean. They always insisted on not seeing what I felt was more than obvious and I could not understand their blind faith in something that never was real."

Ivan 1984

La Valse Des Ecervelés

"Quand ils seront venus te chercher, pour te priver de tes propres pensées.

Viens danser avec moi la valse des écervelés.

Quand, sans en quérir la permission, ils prendront ton cerveau entre leurs mains, pour le presser jusqu'à la dernière goûte. Quand après t'avoir rendue malade ils viendront t'imposer leur remède empoisonné...

Lobotomie trans-orbitale.

Viens danser avec moi la valse des écervelés.

Quand tu n'auras nulle part où aller, quand ils te traiteront d'aliénée.

Quand tu sera de nouveau une enfant, l'innocence en moins, l'insouciance en moins, et que les auteurs de ton cauchemar te laisseront pleurer dans le noir, sans bras maternels pour te consoler, sans voix paternelle pour te rassurer.

Viens danser avec moi la valse des écervelés.

Quand ton ultime ange gardien, ta propre mère, se sera jointe à eux, quand elle même participera à la dissection de ta personnalité. Quand ils te diront que ta vision est erronée, que la leur est juste, juste et obligatoire. Quand il n'y aura plus d'espoir.

Viens danser avec moi la valse des écervelés.

Quand ils t'auront bourrée de médicaments. Quand ils t'attacheront sur cette table d'opération, et quand sans un frisson ils glisseront sous ta paupière cet ustensile glacé. Quand d'un coup de marteau ils l'enfonceront dans ton cerveau. Et quand finalement ton ego sera annihilé.

Et bien moi je t'attendrai. Je t'attends déjà, viens, prends moi la main. Je danserai avec toi la valse des écervelés."

Uberlulu.