La Poursuite de l'Excellence

by Vialka

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released February 1, 2011

All songs composed and performed by Vialka, fermented and percolated by Bob Drake at Studio Midi-Pyrénées in late 2010 - or was "Black One" an obscure cover-tune recorded live at Bob's sister's house in Elizabeth, Colorado? Vialka is Marylise Frecheville (percussion, keyboard and voice) and Eric Boros (baritone guitar, trumpet and voice); the stylophone solo was skilfully executed by Mr Drake in person. Design and layout by Anne Gally.

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Track Name: There Is No Love
There is no love
There is no love
There is not even pleasure
So why am I doing this?

There is confusion
I am drowning into illusion
This is getting sick
This is getting sick

Unable to recognize the state of shock
Unable to talk
Hatred sprouts in silence
Rages splashes everywhere

It's time to let you down
You made my eyes so dry
you're just a waste of life
I need to break free
And go out for a beer
I am about to commit
A social network suicide

There is no love
There is no love
There is no more communication
how can we let this happen?

Now give me a
A new skin
My burning bones just wanna lay down.
Track Name: Unreliable Narrators
6,873,225,500
Track Name: Footage Of An Uproar
I knew it was going to be loud
like watching someone scream
Security comes through and kicks them out
faster than you can say "collision"

You wonder if you've made the right decision
I can say without hesitation:
you're special and unique, now please stop
we are wasting our youth together

We must confront our assumptions, and forget about about virtuosic masturbation

Music is only clever manipulation of tones and rhythmic changes
Music is only clever dilapidation of tones with reassuring lyrics
Music is almost clever manipulation of tones and rhythmic changes
Music is almost clever dilapidation of tones with reassuring lyrics.
Track Name: Noticeable Hum
It should be OK but it's not
and nobody wonders why

Tell-tale rabble collector
perhaps you should tell us to
dramatically reduce the hum

It can become much more evident
a musician would hear a slight but noticeable hum.
Track Name: Petit Mot
Sleep well, my little bird, sleep.
Sleep well, my wounded bird.
Sleep well, my little bird, sleep.

What happened, what happened, tell me what happened, tell me, tell me
What happened, what happened, tell me what happened, tell me, tell me
Tell me what happened, tell me what happened, tell me, tell me
Tell me what happened.
Tell me what happened, tell me, tell me, tell me what happened.

Sleep well, my little bird, sleep.
Sleep well, my wounded bird.
Sleep well, my little bird, sleep.

Fly, fly, little word.
Track Name: Bâillons
20 lunes tapies dans le silence à se rendre invisible
20 lunes écrasées par l'ignorance d'un chroniqueur imbécile
Tombé de l'échaffaud
Plongé dans un demi coma
L'ego a repris son souffle
ah!
Track Name: Black One
The horse sits in the tree and crows
The road is wide but the door is low
The black one dances on the beach

The hen miaows in the darkest lake
The day is red but the fish is dead
The black one squats on the beach

The snake flutters in heaven's heights
The virgin is pale but the pussy shows delight
The black one runs on the beach

The ram hisses with teeth apart
The gust is harsh and the waves dart
The black one farts on the beach

The sow lays and the cat sows
Night is blighted but darkness glows
The black one remains remains remains remains on the beach.