Earth Is My Only Homeland

Lots of sweat and few breaks on this musical session that was just as musically prepared as it was humanly improvised. Charlotte heard the songs for the first time the night before and Renaud had never played bass. They had never met and here they are rock’n’rolling late at night, with their feet awkwardly sitting on scattered mic cables.

A certain sense of emergency, tension, humor et Coke got the wheel turning and resulted in astonishing results of power.

Boris Paillard: vocals, electric guitar, harmonica, saxophone ☆ Charlotte Cornfield: drums, backing vocals ☆ Renaud Delebassee / Florian Paichard: bass, backing vocals ☆ recording, mixing, mastering: Julien Rocchia ☆ silk screen: Nicomix ☆ drawings/cover design: Talia Post

All songs written,composed and produced by Boris Paillard

A TIGER ON YOUR THRONE

tears falling on the carpet
flooding all your home
there’s a fire in your trumpet
there’s a tiger on your throne

and i see you moving like a small kite
like a kite caught in a storm
when you wander in the night
trying to find something warm

you burn from devil’s handshake
a kiss still bitter on your tongue
but it’s fine to make a mistake
and it’s alright to be wrong

life doesn’t stop beginning
and it only ends one time
there’s hope in every morning
there’s wealth in every dime

dead bodies in your pockets
and something rotten in your bones
you shouldn’t live with regrets
it’s time to change the blankets
time to plug again the phone

in this circus

in this circus
there’s no place for people like us
there are no windows in this bus and here it’s such a fuss
and my mind is not clear
am i feeling lonely here ?

plenty of people to meet
in the bars in the streets
yes it could be sweet
to eat the same meat
no, when i’m alone i know what i do
and when and why, no troubles to get through

in these circles
there’s no room for people like us
there are no windows in this bus and here it’s such a fuss
and my mind is not clear
am i feeling lonely here ?

long-distance walls

all the pictures on the wall but there’s a wall in every picture
there are so few things i recall like shapes, smells or texture
and i want to know it all before fade away the colours
both the nasty threatens and the friendly gestures

it’s a monster that i cannot tame
and a landscape that i cannot frame
it starts again and feels the same

YOU CAN TELL YOUR FRIENDS

i agreed to your request
i got busy to let you rest

i understood your will
i got noisy to keep you still
but
does your maybe mean no
and your no means yes
well it’s hard to know
because i can’t guess

come on give me some fresh and new
give some new stuff to chew
the taste of my old gum is gone
i need to find another one

you can tell your friends
“never try this”
they won’t listen to you
you can tell your friends
“stop this crisis”
they will do what they wanna do

EARTH IS MY ONLY HOMELAND

earth is my only homeland
and it grew mountains in my hand

i looked behind i had in mind
something and it wasn’t there
i had to know i had to find
it but no one seemed to care
i couldn’t find it in the mall
i couldn’t find on a screen
so i rushed like a cannonball
from the sewer right into a stream
through the bar and through the hall
i heard a lot of ladies’s screams
it’s with the oldest foam
that you make a better cream

earth is my only homeland
and it so little and so grand