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Romy Schneider. Michel Piccoli.  ‘La chanson d’Hélène’. [Philippe Sarde comp. @ ‘Les Choses De La Vie’ OST, d. Claude Sautet, 1970].

Ce soir nous sommes septembre Et j'ai fermé ma chambre Le soleil n'y entrera plus Tu ne m'aimes plus Là-haut un oiseau passe comme une dédicace Dans le ciel Je t'aimais tant Hélène Il faut se quitter Les avions partiront sans nous Je ne sais plus t'aimer Hélène Avant dans la maison j'aimais quand nous vivions Comme un dessin d'enfant Tu ne m'aimes plus Je regarde le soir tomber dans les miroirs C'est la vie C'est mieux ainsi Hélène C'était l'amour sans amitié Il va falloir changer de mémoire Je ne t'écrirai plus Hélène L'histoire n'est plus à suivre et j'ai fermé le livre Le soleil n'y entrera plus Tu ne m'aimes plus

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Arno & Sofiane Pamart. ‘Je veux vivre’.

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Sufjan Stevens. ‘Tell Me You Love Me’. [music video by Luca Guadagnino, 2021].

My love, I’ve lost my faith in everything Tell me you love me anyway Tell me you love me My love, I feel myself unraveling Tell me you love me anyway Tell me you love me My love, I feel the darkness on my back Something inside me like a wave Tell me you love me Right now I could use a change of heart Or a kiss before everything falls apart Can you tell me this love will last forever? And as the world turns making such a mess What’s the point of it when everything’s dispossessed? Can we carry this love across the desert? My love, I wish I was a photograph Perfect and lovely in a frame Tell me you love me My love, my life could be an epitaph Something to write upon my grave Tell me you love me Right now I could use a change of plans When it all falls, what’s the use of open hands? Can you tell me this love will last forever? And as the world burns breathing in the blight What’s the point of it if morning turns into night? Can we carry this love? It’s now or never I’m gonna love you. I’m gonna love you every day.

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MONEY. ‘I'll Be The Night’.

when I was a child I made a deal against the sun that If It died out that I would carry on so you can feel and you can see  that It's all real and you won't have to cry i'll be the night, let your systems all transpire let them soak up the light then dash them on the fire and In the flames of your streets children will be laughing at your feet and I will be gone no one owes you any favours, they only owe you wine and a fruitless search for saviours, will leave nothing Inside i'm married to the sky, Im a servant of the hour i'm open as time, and I'm perfect without power and I will carry your death, and I will speak your final words i will draw your final breath, so that It will be heard above the sound of your empires tumbling down until you're memorised by the ground in the bitterness of the end oh I pray you're never lonely and that leads you all to love i pray you're never empty but cannot fathom the Above i pray for your children and that their wishes be understood by their masters and their minds and are not buried In the flood of other's dreams  and other's schemes and other's teams which should be left alone

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Mount Eerie. ‘Tintin in Tibet’.

I sing to you I sing to you, Geneviève I sing to you You don't exist I sing to you though When I address you, who am I talking to? Standing in the front yard like an open wound Repeating "I love you", to who? I recorded all these songs about the echoes in our house now And then I walked out the door to play them on a stage But I sing to you I picture you When we first met, you were 22 I drove my truck onto the ferry to Victoria in the morning Where we met and talked forever in your apartment with evening falling So I brought my blankets in and slept on the floor right next to your bed In the morning, barely awake, I saw you standing right above me Peeling an orange and looking hungry "Do you want some?" you asked me And then just avalanched into me with pieces of orange And weight and kissing and certainty I remember you a few days later in Tofino Where we'd driven to play a show you'd set up for us at a surf shop to no one Then we slept in the back of my truck and got woken up by the cops So we went down to the fishing boat dock to ask whoever for a ride Across the water to Meares Island to just get left there for the day And we did that and brought some food to eat and went through the big trees Abandoned and in love, totally insane, apart from the rest of the world We had finally found each other in the universe Lying on the rocks, waiting for the boat to come pick us up I read the one book we had with us aloud With my head on your lap, sinking into you Tintin in Tibet in French And we thought of devotion and snow and distant longing in the Himalayan air High and cold, with a bell ringing out And then right before you died, thirteen years later in our house I remember through your gasping for oxygen, you explained  That you were thinking about that high, cold air Wrapping the globe, singing above the mountains of the Gods And I do picture you there, molecules dancing But I'd rather you were in the house watching the unfolding everyday life Of this good daughter we made Instead of being scattered by the wind for no reason So I sing to you

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the Antlers. ‘Wheels Roll Home’.

There's a point, way out, past the present tense Where our weeks away make a lot less sense But for now, we work with our time apart With a tired mind, with a hungry heart For when your wheels roll home When your wheels roll home When your wheels roll home No more you roam Don't go before you leave Every second we got, we gotta make believe That you'll be right back like you never left Like you mailed yourself to your return address In a self-stamped envelope You'll revolve 'round the globe But when your wheels roll home When your wheels roll home When your wheels roll home No more you roam When your wheels roll home When your wheels roll home When your wheels roll home No more you roam When your wheels roll home When your wheels roll home When your wheels roll home No more you roam When your wheels roll home When your wheels roll home When your wheels roll home No more you roam

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Maki Asakawa. ‘Yuki Ga Furu’. [Salvatore Adamo cover 1970].

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Peter Gabriel. ‘Heroes’. [David Bowie live @ Verona 2010].

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Sufjan Stevens. ‘The Ascension’.

When I am dead and the light leaves my breast

Nothing to be told, nothing to confess

Let the record show what I couldn’t quite confess

For by living for myself, I was living for unrest

Then the evidence came back in a chariot of vindication

Something to behold

Glorious in its path

But the prophecy fell back as it gave to me an invitation

Show them what is right

Show them what is blessed

But now it strikes me far too late again

That I was asking far too much of everyone around me

And now it strikes me far too late again

That I should answer for myself as the Ascension falls upon me

So what should be said of a life that leaves its mess?

For once your life was sold, it could never be possessed

You were selfishly as a continent

You were finally at your best

For you favored for yourself when selfishness was blessed

Then Cordelia came back in a chariot hallucination

Something to rejoice

Glorious in its wrath

But the prophecy was a pantomime as it came to me in accusation

Show them what is right

Show them what is best

But now it strikes me far too late again

That I was asking far too much of everyone around me

And now it strikes me far too late again

That I should answer for myself as the Ascension falls upon me

And now it frightens me, the thought against my chest

To think I was asking for a reason explaining why everything’s a total mess

And now it frightens me, the dreams that I possess

To think I was acting like a believer when I was just angry and depressed

And to everything there is no meaning

A season of pain and hopelessness

I shouldn’t have looked for revelation

I should have resigned myself to this

I thought I could change the world around me

I thought I could change the world for best

I thought I was called in convocation

I thought I was sanctified and blessed

But now it strengthens me to know the truth at last

That everything comes from consummation

And everything comes with consequence

And I did it all with exultation

While you did it all with hopelessness

Yes, I did it all with adoration

While you killed it off with all of your holy mess

What now? What now?

What now?

What now?

What now?

What now? What now?

What now?

What now?

What now?

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the Mamas & The Papas. 'Twelve Thirty (Young Girls Are Coming to the Canyon)'.  [@ Ed Sullivan Show 1967].

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Rufus Wainwright. ‘Not Dark Yet’. [Bob Dylan solo acoustic cover @ Residence session with KCRW's Morning Becomes Eclectic, 2020].

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Sondre Lerche. ‘I Know Something That's Gonna Break Your Heart’.

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Laurie Anderson. ‘Let X = X’.

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Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds. ‘Hallelujah’. [live 2001]. On the first day of May I took to the road I'd been staring out the window most of the morning I'd watched the rain claw at the glass And a vicious wind blew hard and fast I should have taken it as a warning As a warning As a warning As a warning I'd given my nurse the weekend off My meals were ill prepared My typewriter had turned mute as a tomb And my piano crouched in the corner of my room With all its teeth bared All its teeth bared All its teeth bared All its teeth bared. Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah I left my house without my coat Something my nurse would not have allowed And I took the small roads out of town And I passed a cow and the cow was brown And my pyjamas clung to me like a shroud Like a shroud Like a shroud Like a shroud There rose before me a little house With all hope and dreams kept within A woman's voice close to my ear Said, "Why don't you come in here?" "You looked soaked to the skin" Soaked to the skin Soaked to the skin Soaked to the skin Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah I turned to the woman and the woman was young I extended a hearty salutation But I knew if my nurse had been here She would never in a thousand years Permit me to accept that invitation Invitation That invitation That invitation Now, you might think it wise to risk it all Throw caution to the reckless wind But with her hot cocoa and her medication My nurse had been my one salvation So I turned back home I turned back home I turned back home Singing my song Hallelujah The tears are welling in my eyes again Hallelujah I need twenty big buckets to catch them in Hallelujah And twenty pretty girls to carry Them down Hallelujah And twenty deep holes to bury them in Hallelujah The tears are welling in my eyes again Hallelujah I need twenty big buckets to catch them in Hallelujah And twenty pretty girls to carry them down Hallelujah And twenty deep holes to bury them in

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James Blake. ‘Are You In Love?’. [live @ Jimmy Kimmel Live!,  2019].

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Iris Dement. Emmylou Harris. ’Our Town’. [live @ Transatlantic sessions, 1990’s].

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Arno. ‘Oostende Bonsoir’.