180 - VA Potlatch 15

1 Emile PARISIEN Quartet L'amante religieuse
2 Pat METHENY Brad MEHLDAU Quartet A night away
3 Sainkho NAMTCHYLAK Old melodie
4 Sidsel ENDRESEN Bugge WESSELTOFT You might say
5 GOTAN PROJECT / Chet BAKER Round about midnight
6 Stephan OLIVA Linda SHARROCK Solitude
7 Cassandra WILSON For the roses
8 CINEMATIC ORCHESTRA & Patrick WATSON To build a home

There is a house built out of stone

Wooden floors, walls and window sills...
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust...
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home...

Cause, I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me...

Cause, I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

9 ODDWAY Here with me
10 Rosie THOMAS The one I love
11 Lindsay COOPER The assasination waltz
12 Susan BELLING John GREAVES Back we where began
13 Sidsel ENDRESEN Bugge WESSELTOFT Birds
14 Sidsel ENDRESEN Bugge WESSELTOFT Truth

truth is a relative thing
always adjustable
to reality
and little is
just so
just so
truth is my neglected child
so unembraceable
for any lenght of time
she's always wanting
I know
I know
truth is too highly priced
takes away the thrill
of illusion
my moonshine
the pretty parts
my loves-rhymes
every crutch and cusion
that may soften the impact of life
and so
with truth
I make my compromise

15 Daniel LANOIS Flametop green
16 Daniel LANOIS Dusty

les corps masqués le froid qui rend le souffle visible (le froid éprouve) la peau blanche les yeux d’eaux
vacille ! rend incertain ! doute ! la nature de la nuit
blanche la peau blanche la vie les eaux mouvantes qui glissent
les corps saisis chaloupés
pas de passeurs pas de rêveurs
des notes de bas de page des signes de passage des mots sur les ouvrages les larmes des mirages
la vie sans âge
action mouvement retour
mille nuits
et la dernière
donne prend dit
écoute pendant une minute 50 quand tout prend sens éclaire la brume des corps entourés
cachés par des épaules rondes et découvertes
la vie alentour
les yeux fermés
de retour
rester en attente respirer doucement écouter sentir garder les yeux fermés longtemps
respirer encore la minute éternelle
revenir au début
enfin saisir le temps de mes mains
le plaquer contre moi
étreindre l’éternité
garder mes rêves

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