Living Picture (Hemlock Smith plays Jacques Feyder's "Visages d'Enfants")

by Hemlock Smith

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Mother’s Dead The silence came like a twisted dream Head’s bowed down and I want to scream ! My Mother’s Dead - My Mother’s Dead. I’ve got no voice and I’ve got no hope Someone just hung me, I can feel the rope ! My Mother’s Dead - My Mother’s Dead. Gentle hands on my shoulder blades Don’t you touch me or I’ll shoot you dead ! You, Praise the Lord - You, Praise the Lord… If they tell me this is Heaven sent I’ll burn their Churches and I won’t repent ! My Mother’s Dead - My Mother’s Dead. In every corner of this broken home I smell her scent, feel her spirit roam My Mother’s Dead - My Mother’s Dead. My Mother’s Dead- My Mother’s Dead.
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Bury the Dead Bury the Dead And let them be Don’t let them come back And pull at your sleeve Sign them off And then close the lid Don’t let the yearbooks Loosen your grip Close the door And hear yourself breathe Don’t let them whisper In your ear while you sleep And I know it’s hard…Yes, I know Oh I know it’s hard…Yes, I know… Oh, I know… Bury the Dead And let them rest Sing when your sorrow Puts you to test Scatter their ashes Beneath a tree And then let it grow For the shade it will give Bury the Dead But remember their names The eyes of your children Will carry their flame And I know it’s hard…Yes, I know Oh I know it’s hard…Yes, I know… To bury the dead… -to bury the dead… To bury the dead… -to bury the dead… And I know it’s hard…Yes, I know Oh I know it’s hard…Yes, I know…
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Blacks and Whites Would you play some chess with me ? Blacks and whites, for all to see How it all comes down to this Nothing here – in life is free. Won’t you play some chess with me ? Blacks and whites are plain to see, the Longer game, the fewer pawns Nothing here – will last till dawn. Would you talk it through with me ? Blacks and whites are all we see In this shaded universe Nothing here is- neither wish nor curse. Won’t you talk it through with me ? Blacks and whites won’t do for me Neither sad nor glad to sing Queen is lost – on goes the King. On goes the King… There goes the King…
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In my Room 03:12
In my Room All alone In my room And every song that I have sung It sang of doom All alone In my room And the motion that is life Will not resume… All Alone… All Alone… All Alone… All alone In my room And the perfume of your dress Smells like a tomb All alone In my room Let the fairies and the ghosts Forever loom All Alone… All Alone… All Alone…
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Salvation (Parts 1 & 2) Why did you abandon me ? Why did you abandon me ? Why did you abandon me ? Why did you abandon me ? Won’t you save me ? - save me ? Why have you forsaken me ? When the road was hard and I was in need The cruelest time to let me be Why have you forsaken me ? Won’t you save me ? - save me ? Why did you abandon me ? Now my heart is cold and it beats so weak The hardest thing is to forgive Why did you abandon me ? Won’t you save me ? - save me ? Everyone’ll get on The Road to Salvation Everyone’ll get on The Road to Salvation
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Playground Enemies I don’t want you To play with me I don’t like you And I never will! We don’t want you To play right here We don’t like you Why don’t you disappear ? We don’t want you We might get rough We don’t like you So just back off !
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Celebrate 03:54
Celebrate They’ve all come to celebrate An hour or so to illuminate The doom that awaits them as soon as they’re back home The gloom Where feeble candles shimmer Along silent, lonely dinners And hopeless dawns where the thoughts forever roam They’ve all come to celebrate An hour or so to anticipate The doom that awaits them as soon as they’re back home The gloom Where hardship rhymes with dying Forever weak, forever trying To say your prayers when you know you’re all alone… Oh Celebrate… Celebrate… Celebrate… Celebrate… Oh Celebrate… Celebrate… Celebrate… For when the clock strikes twelve Cinderellas flee in a dash For when the clock strikes five Back to the field, the mine, the ash We’ve all come to celebrate An hour or so to contemplate How our lives could be if we stood a chance Just a glance ! At brightly coloured futures Illusions hardly nurtured… If there is no doubt---how it all turns out… Well, then let’s--- Celebrate… Celebrate… Celebrate… Celebrate…
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The Doll 03:14
The Doll It lay there on the backseat Just here for me to take If noone were to see me If she were not awake… And such a simple gesture And such an easy throw Revenge will have you twisted Revenge will cut your throat… Revenge Revenge Revenge Revenge Revenge Revenge Revenge Revenge
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Men Talk (Vocal Version) On the River, when it’s quiet and the fish fly In the courtyard when they laid off the wrong guy On the corner of the street where the girls walk Have a drink and a smoke- Men Talk Men Talk Men Talk Men Talk At the Town Hall when a bunch of our boys died At the funeral when the women and girls cry In the tavern when you’re already quite broke Have a drink and a smoke- Men Talk Men Talk Men Talk Men Talk Men Talk - Just not when they should. Men Talk - Just not when they should. Men Talk - Just not when they should. Men Talk - Just not when they should.
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At Dinner 02:04
At Dinner The anger that my father felt I saw it in his eyes The silence that he lay on me Was just a thin disguise Muscles strained right to the fist As he held his piece of bread I’ll never earn forgiveness, no I wish that I were dead… I’ll never earn forgiveness, no As he stares into my head I’ll never earn forgiveness, no I wish that I were dead…
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Waterfall 03:40
Waterfall I shall go to the Waterfall And the stream, like arms may hold Who shall hear my silent call Who could be, oh, so bold ? I shall go to the Waterfall To the damp and clay and mould Let silence come and, above all Let noone be there to scold I shall go to the Waterfall To the dark, and stone, and cold For I’ve done wrong, so let my fall Amend my broken soul As I fall… As I fall… As I fall…

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released July 1, 2016

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Hemlock Smith Lausanne, Switzerland

Hemlock Smith come from Lausanne (Switzerland). Since 2002, they’ve released 6 regular albums with intelligent pop, as well as 2 soundtracks for silent film and 2 collaborations with Noise duo Les Poissons Autistes. Fronted by singer-songwriter Michael Frei, Hemlock Smith's distinctive voice is complemented by the ambient guitar playing of Fred Merk and the delicate piano work of Emilie Roulet. ... more

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