INTO THE GREEN (MUSEA​/​GAZUL 2017)

by François Ribac and Eva Schwabe

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Am Meer - die Stadt Das Schloss - der Markt Die Handelsstadt - so reich Türme - die See Ein Tag im Herbst Der leichte Wind Beschwingt und lind Die Erde bebt Die Erde wankt Und Häuser stürzen ein Das Meer kocht auf Die Handelsstadt Die reiche Stadt Stadtmauern bersten Die Flut bricht ein Die Stadt zerbricht Der Himmel fällt Und aus der Erde Steigt Brand und Rauch Die Menschen in der Stadt Begraben im Schutt Im Feuer und im Meer In Lissabon Die Erde bebt Die Erde schwankt Es schwankt Gewissheit Schwankt Zuversicht Die Welt ist schlecht Böse und krank Die Erde bebt Die Erde schwankt Es schwankt Gewissheit Die Hoffnung auch
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Hokkaido blooms in the rains of Kew Trees grace the garden Tall cedars and the yew These were my world Dreams, like seeds must be Sown if they are to flower Far I’d go, as the ocean would roll Just to say I had known them Seas of species I sailed all alone If unseen, how could we Grow them at all? Golden pine, magnolia, bamboo From Shanghai, east to Kyushu Latinised, my name Shall be a fragile fame For my crowded hours Spent on these gems Their stamens and stems Live lived among their flowers China tea – terrace to samovar I introduced to India Sail and trade. Empires were not made, but grown Underneath my gaze Europe waits like a child at the gate Eager for what I’ve brought him Crysanthemum, the azalea or plum Bay of Shimoda and Pagoda Brought back here by botany Green oceans away. When the ship sails back home I may not be with her But you’ll see on this quay Europe, all I give her: Species recovered from Edens unseen Let this be my inscription And if in all the years to follow Wind still blow Then all the world shall know, What I have seen And if the ships still sail From west to east, and home My spirit will be with them, In the wind And when the tea is brewed And flowers bloom outside My spirit will be with them, In the rain Only this – not my name Is all you need remember. All my crowded hours Spent on these gems Their stamens and stems Life lived among their flowers.
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Zim Zim Zim Zim Zim Zim Tarara Et Ka dol Ve chadash Me ra ba Friling shoyn bagint Oy vi bin ikh kinderlakh. Bé Shalom Bé Shalom Ça c’est, ça c’est un blues Ça c’est, ça c’est un blues… texan.
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Ich bin aus dem Osten Meine Wiege stand im Paradies Ich habe kein Heimweh Nach der kahlen Wand, Wo sein Bild hing Wir hatten alles, nur nicht, die Dolomiten Wir kannten alles, nur nicht, die Dolomiten Alle Diamanten, die ich besass Warf ich in den Fluss. Was bleibt sind die Schatten Und in meiner Hand Der Reisepass. Wir hatten alles, nur nicht, die Dolomiten Wir kannten alles, nur nicht, die Dolomiten
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Into the maze of green we go Into the emerald sea Across the lea When boys and girls Come out to play Dress the day In green for May Into the velvet maze we go Into the hollow way That bends the sun And breaks its ray To smithereens Fading into Green gold baize… Fading into green Into the horny spring we sing The green, the green man wakes Slips lusty through The sleeping towns To fields between Weaving shades Of deeper green Into the greenwood days we go Its colonnades In staves of trees The woodland floor Where creatures run Out of fern-light Into sun Green the psyche of the earth Green the colour of re-birth The season, stem and seed Green is all you’ll ever need Onto the green Raise your kirtles To the Dean And strip the king And stir the queen For green is all And all is green. Come out to play.
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Here the Sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder around, To the bells chearful sound. Old John with white hair Does laugh away care, Sitting under the oak, Among the old folk, They laugh at our play, And soon they all say. Such such such were the joys, When we all, girls and boys, In our youth time were seen On the Ecchoing Green. Each rock and each hill, Each fountain and rill, Cloud, Meteor, Star Are men seen afar. Such such such were the joys, In my youth time were seen. Sun does arise And makes happy the skies Merry bells ring Welcome, welcome to Spring Sky-lark, birds, bush Sing, sing, bells ring round. Each herb and each tree, Mountain, hill Cloud, Meteor, Star Are men seen afar. The sun does arise And makes smiling the skies The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring Then the sky-lark and thrush And the birds of the bush, Sing louder around, To the bells chearful sound. While our sports shall be seen On the Ecchoing Green Yes, the sun does arise And make happy Make happy the skies. Oh, the sun does arise To make happy the skies. The merry bells ring To welcome the spring Make happy the skies.
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Sound the Flute! Now it’s mute. Birds delight Day and Night Nightingale In the dale, Lark in Sky Merrily, To welcome in the Year. Little Boy, full of joy, Little Girl, sweet and small, Cock does crow, So do you; Oh merry voice, Oh infant noise, To welcome in the year. When the voices of children are Heard on the green And laughing is heard On the hill, My heart is at rest Within my breast And every thing is still. And all around the garden The seasons come and go As ghosts of other summers Drift by to say hello, hello. But only in the garden With no two days the same The band plays on forever In chords which have no name, Scores no one has ever seen Their ancient farandoles in green But all around the garden With summer come and gone In wisps of misty mornings The music lingers on And all around the garden The seasons come and go Leaves fall on the floor Drift by to say hello, hello. All around the garden The seasons come and go Leaves fall on the floor Drift by to say hello, hello. Seasons come and go Leaves fall on the floor Drift by to say hello And spring will be the acrobat To somersault the hedge And summer be the love you stole And which you could not keep All around the garden The seasons come and go. Autumn be a drunkard With his cider on the ledge Winter the anaesthetist Will put them all to sleep, All to sleep. Each rock and each hill, Mountain and rill, Mountain, hill and go. All to sleep.
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Der Mann im Mond. Yalda, weisst du noch? Lang her! Stimmt. Ich weiss nicht mehr, Wann es damals war. Die Reise war sehr lang. Ich wollte weg. Seltsam, Denn unser Haus hatte kein Dach mehr Und auf dem Hof Spielten die Hühner Versteck Die Sterne leuchteten, Im Wald wars hell, Wir liefen schnell heraus. Tausende auf Strassen und Platz Hoffnung… Ja. Seltsam, Denn unser Haus hatte kein Dach mehr Und auf dem Hof Spielten die Hühner Versteck Jahrzehnte später dann Hab ich gesucht, Nach dir, nach mir, nach uns Damals Efeu im Wind Fenster zum Hof
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Last night I had a nightmare Saw my garden full of weeds And the scarecrow said to me I know what you really need There’s an amazing little spray Stopping thistles in a clean way And that beats clearly the mower The weeds will be totally over Its strict and so effective Round-up, Round-up It’s proper, not selective Round-up, Round-up Oh so effective and so radical With a little spray... everybody! Oh so effective and so radical With a little spray... everybody! Next day I went to the drugstore Asked the chemist for support He looked at me with his dodgy smile They will drop in a short while There’s an amazing little spray Stopping thistles in a clean way And that beats clearly the mower The weeds will be totally over Its strict and so effective Round-up, Round-up It’s proper, not selective Round-up, Round-up Weeds, you must say Goodbye to me Oh so effective and so radical With a little spray... everybody! And today is a sunny day I enter my protective shell I start my assault with joy And let them all go to hell... to hell! It’s white and so radical Round-up, Round-up It’s drastic and not banal Round-up, Round-up Weeds, you must say Goodbye to me There’s an amazing little spray Stopping thistles in a clean way And that beats clearly the mower The weeds will be totally over No more scarecrow No more nightmare No more weeds
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A hot day in late august. There was a big hairy spider on the seat close to me. Terrified me. When I noticed it I nearly fainted. But he just took it with two hands and gently put it down. The spider raced to a crack in the floor and disappeared. The car was quick And moving on To Liberation Square. The High Street then A shopping mall The Romans fought their battles there. Unforeseen stop Construction zone Exhaling putrid smell. He left the bus, began to walk Inside the inner belt. Now downtown, He was amazed By those shimm’ring facades The proudness of the high-grade steel The gleaming endless floors Brick factories, lov’ly restored Privat rooftop access Authentic lofts Havens of comfort And a bit picturesque. Refrain: Dazzling vistas The citadel The narrow houses afar Parading tourists The coffee-shops Signs for a wildlife park The old cloth mill Half in ruins Down by the riverside, The TV tower Glows in the sunshine Bright. The breeze is soft and in the air A light announce of spring, Incredible to be here now. On such a perfect day. It looks like everything Could help him to forget And let him start again. He took his rucksack And his cardboard. He just sat quietly On the ground. Surrounded by Construction rubble And a bit picturesque. Refrain
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(Sweet memory, great history, around) When you touch a flower All the garden moves (I find the flowers nice, I enjoy the glass) If you open your eyes Then you feel the fear (Flower send around) The fear Treat the flowers gently As they were your brides Beauty is so fragile, Fades away, away Away, away, away, away, away...
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I shall have ready tomorrow afternoon An instrument modeled after the human ear By means of which I hope To transmit vocal sound. I’m like a man in a fog Who is sure of his latitude and his longitude I know I’m close to the land For which I’m bound. For the hard of hearing Edison Had invented the megaphone Fairgoers were astonished to hear How sound could be amplified By Edison’s device. This instrument can be placed On the knees of a deaf person in a theatre, And the sounds can be intensified Like an operaglass for the view. Here you see is a book For the ignorant Who have never learned to read It will be used to make toys talk It will be used by actors To learn the right reading of passages In fact in fact its utlity will be endless. Mary had a little lamb Was the first song recorded by Edison Mary had a little lamb, Oh Mary Mary, little little lamb Its fleece was white as snow And everywhere that Mary went, Everywhere The lamb was sure to go, to go, to go.
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For the songs have no end They carry on. Now they drift with the wind And summer’s gone. Green goes to flame In the dark of the night. The notes ebb and flow Like the autumn tide. Tap like a bird On the window outside, Then fly to another day Now the tones of the hours Rise and they fall Slow decay of the flowers Hangs in the hall They rise and they fall Red goes to gold On the edge of the sun The night sashays in On a saraband Breeze in the reeds For a cello and bow To play for another day With the turning of the wheels In their tumbril roll Each generation learns to dance To its own drum Even as these siren songs call them Out to play A newer generation waits their time Now the heroes age one by one Now another dance must be done Till the dancers are falling down - One by one The band, the instruments are put away And its done Say hello then at last If you should meet With the ghosts of your past There on the street Yours was the soundtrack And yours were the songs And yours were the scenes In the film you made Soft is a focus remembered in age Hello then at last If you should meet with ghosts Ghosts of your past: Say at last hello, hello. Songs that have no end They carry on Say hello to the ghosts of your past Now they drift, Now they drift with the wind: Ghosts of your past. The soundtrack and the songs, Breeze in the reeds, Instruments put away Les chansons continuent Dérivent dans le vent Le vert devient flamme Dans le noir de la nuit Vole et reflue Comme la marée d’automne Si tu dois rencontrer Les fantômes du passé Salue les et puis disparais Gut eingerichtet sind wir Wir Nachkommen doch Von Bell, Von Blake, Von Watson Nachkommen auch Von Bacon und von Nova Atlantis Gegrüsst seid ihr von uns gegrüsst, Alte Gespenster Seid schon lange tot und doch so nah Grüss euch The haze of the final fade
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INTO THE GREEN contains most of the tracks of the opera
"Petit traité POP du jardin botanique"

That opera from 2004 was dedicated to gardening and pop music. Some other unreleased songs have been included in the CD.

The line up includes singer Cathal COUGHLAN (ex Fatima Mansions and Microdisney) and Dave GREGORY (formerly of XTC and current member of prog band Big Big Train).
Some of the lyrics have been written by english poet and musician Martin NEWELL.

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released November 15, 2017

by GAZUL/MUSEA
www.musearecords.com/ext_re_new_releaseselect.php

THE BAND
François Ribac: acoustic guitars, mandoline, ukulélé, banjo, keyboards, electric bass
Eva Schwabe: vocals, musical saw, concertina, keyboards
Cathal Coughlan: vocals
Dave Gregory: electric 6 and 12 strings guitars, electric sitar
Gilles Laval: electric and atmospheric guitars
Philippe Istria: drums and percussion

WITH
Cyrius: vocals
Jérôme Didelot: vocals
Marie Faye: vocals and accordion

STRING ORCHESTRA
Pierre Emmanuel Blanc, Anne Jean, Clément Chèvre: 1st violins
Alban Cellier, Axelle Blondel, Leïla Lisiak: 2nd violins
Jacques Froger, Joséphine François, Baptiste Henneresse: Celli
Sébastien Orzan: conductor

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French composer François Ribac and german singer Eva Schwabe are working together since the early nineties. Together they have created and performed various operas and plays as well as music for silent movies. Their records have been published by MUSEA (France) and No Man's Land (Germany) ... more

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