Peeling Strawberries

by Trixie Delight

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released August 25, 2014

Artwork by Elektra Stoffregen elektrastoffregen.wordpress.com

1. By This River (Eno/ Möbius/ Rödelius)
Samples and patterns by Le Schwarz and Trixie Delight
Arrangement and Vocals by Trixie Delight
soundcloud.com/leschwarz

2. Confessional Of Hearts
Poem by Baudelaire, adapted by Trixie Delight
Music by Trixie Delight

3. Hail to the wizard of the left gate
By Trixie Delight and Pretzels Malone - soundcloud.com/pretzelsmalone

4. Hounded Beauty
Music Nathan Gilds & Trixie Delight
Lyrics Trixie Delight
Zither and Concertina Nathan Gilds
Vocals Trixie Delight
soundcloud.com/nathan-gilds

5 Kartuschen in Evfonija
Music by Trixie Delight

6. Mad World Mad (Tears for Fears)
Created with my own sounds, nothing added. Sounds of bowed streetsigns, the clicks of the handles of my not-so-musical saw, noises recorded on a train from Munich to Ljubljana. and me singing.

7. Nebula
Song by Kenny Karlsson - soundcloud.com/notetoselves/nebula

8. Werewolf (Azurium Lycantropy)
Song by Michael Hurley.
Mix by Azurium - soundcloud.com/azurium

9. Unterwasserstation

10. Where The Wild Roses Grow (Nick Cave)
Music by Dr. Mario, Vocals Trixie Delight
soundcloud.com/doctor-mario

11. Klock 7
Music: Trixie Delight & Esperanza Gschwendne

12. Where Gone Where
Trixie Delight ( with quotes from a-schwarzkopf.blogspot.de/2012/06/where-gone-where.html ,
a poem by Le Schwarz ).

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Track Name: Confessional Of Hearts
Like a newly struck medal
The full moon spread its rays,
And the dark night streamed
Like a river over sleeping Paris.
Cats passed by with ears pricked up,
Like beloved shades.

From you, till then as joyful as a peal
Of trumpets on a sparkling morn,
A cry so plaintive that it seemed unreal,
Was staggeringly torn.

"That naught is certain here below,
That always, though it paint its face
With utmost care
Man's selfishness reveals itself,

That it's a hard calling
To be a lovely woman,
And that it is the banal task
Of the cold and silly danseuse
Fainting With a mechanical smile,

That to build on hearts is a foolish thing,
That all things break, love, and beauty,
Till Oblivion tosses them into his dosser
To give them back to Eternity!"

A medal, newly-coined, of flashing silver,
The full moon shone. The night was old.
Its solemn grandeur, like a mighty river,
Through sleeping Paris softly rolled.

From you, till then as joyful as a peal
Of trumpets on a sparkling morn,
A cry so plaintive that it seemed unreal,
Was staggeringly torn.

"That nothing in this world is certain,
And human egotism is the thing
Which all existence serves to curtain.

That it's an irksome task to be a beauty,
A boring job one has to face —
Like frigid dancers, smiling as a duty
With hard, mechanical grimace:

That building upon hearts is idiotic:
All cracks, love, beauty, and fraternity
Until Oblivion puts them in his pocket
To pawn them on to old Eternity!"

I often have recalled that moon of magic,
That languid hush on quays and marts,
And then this confidence, so grim and tragic,
In the confessional of hearts.
Track Name: Hounded Beauty
You hounded beauty.
And I am a victim
Victim of your cruelty!
Do I know from where your boredom stems.
When you mourn out in the night?

A thug who resembled
My love came to meet
And the look he gave me
Made me lower my eyes in shame

You hounded beauty.
And I am a victim
Victim of your cruelty!
Do I know from where your boredom stems.
When you mourn out in the night?

It was his inhuman eyes
The scar on his bare neck
your unfaithful shadows
Made me so unhappy

You hounded beauty.
And I am a victim
Victim of your cruelty!
Do I know from where your boredom stems.
When you mourn out in the night?

The sharpness of the knife
The red rose of your life
The lilies of your face
The last beat of your heart

You hounded beauty.
And I am a victim
Victim of your cruelty!
Do I know from where your boredom stems.
When you mourn out in the night?

To G. Apollinaire
Track Name: Nebula
Keep them eyes locked on the clock today
Chase the seconds that escape
Guess I missed another day
Keep my nose broke, as it should be, I just like the flow
Keep me warm with my own blood, it´s a questionable way to grow
Anyway that´s what I hear, from my inner child too loud
Keep her inside, yeah let her run wild in his black cloud
I keep all of the wrong things, I am bound to my mistakes
Like the post-it note, in the cubicle remain
Anyway that´s what I hear, when I finally ask for help
Keep my eyes locked on this old clock, until time fade away
Track Name: Where Gone Where
Where gone where?
R u dead?
Where gone where?
This beclouded soul

Where gone where
No orange fireflies
Where gone where
In this clouded sky

Oh, dear, I waited for so long, but what for?
Traversing the mirror for some mistimed cadaver

Where gone where
Hung-up with veins too short
Where gone where
This beclouded soul

Where gone where
Where’s my endorphins
Where gone where
For my beclouded soul

Oh, dear, I waited for so long, but what for?
Traversing the mirror for some mistimed cadaver

Where gone where?
R u dead?
Where gone where?
This beclouded soul

Where gone where
No orange fireflies
Where gone where
In this clouded sky