Live in Paris, France - Le Zebre de Belleville, May 6, 2009.
http://www.myspace.com/soapandskin
Anja Plaschg is SOAP&SKIN, and the line the skin opens there (The Sun) is a perfect illustration of the way in which her music can affect, touch and even irritate all at the same time. Her songs - arranged for voice, piano, violin, electronic sounds and acoustic noises are haunting and full of frailty and grandeur.
Lyrics:
Glaucoma on our eye
Plague to weather
Until they run dry
Ages of delirium, curse of my oblivion
I swell without a scar to end the time
A shell without a star at the end of time
Watch the bend of my wandering
of hunting with the lightning gun
Tremor on my heaven son
Tares above my kingdom come
Torn open tomb
I fell in your cold fission bomb
I fell in your war
Ages of delirium, curse of my oblivion
Tremor on my heaven son
Tares above my kingdom come
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karp821 9 months ago