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Uploaded by on Jun 18, 2009

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:
When I was a child
I toyed with dirt
an I fought
As a child
I killed the slugs I bored with a bough
in their spiracle
When I was a child
peers pushed me hard
In my head
In my neck
in my chest
in my waist
in my butt
I still beg
please help me

When I was a child
I threw with dung as I fought
As a child, I killed all thugs
and I bored with a bough
In their spiracle
When I was a child
foes pushed me hard
In my
In my neck
in my chest
in my waist
in my butt
I still beg
please help me

When I was a child
I rend my tongue, distraught
As a child
I killed my thoughts
and bored with a bough
In my spiracle
When I was a child
Fears pushed me hard in my head
In my neck
in my chest
in my waist
I never loved
I still beg
please help me

When I was a child
I bred a whore in my heart
A stillborn child
I gasp for -
The devil into my spiracle

I was a child
I was a child
I am a child

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  • She made me shudder!

    Real artist.

  • it scares me sometimes

    

  • when I was a child I rend my tongue distraught

    as a child, I killed my thoughts and bored with a bough

    in my spiracle

    when I was a child,

    fears pushed me hard in my head,

    in my neck, in my chest, in my waist

    I never loved

    I still beg, please help me

  • when I was a child

    I bred a whore in my heart

    A stillborn child

    I gasp for -

    The devil into my spiracle

    I was a child, I was a child

    I am a child

  • unbelievably intensive

  • Incantevole

  • real artist

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