The Books Album

Voice Samples:

"[Cheers]. Eagle."

"Fault"

"Gentlemen, good luck."

"65 Thursday."

пїЅBecause I пїЅ just, he kept calling me at night, all hours of the night, calling my husband, my brother, calling me every day; heпїЅs after me, and I пїЅ I was devastated I was without a job, without a salary, I was trying to get unemployment and I was told it first kicks in after a few weeks, and I was busy looking for another job, and I also have a heart condition, and I told him I have a heart condition, I said, пїЅHere take a few dollars, IпїЅm sorry this happened to you, just пїЅ but just leave me alone, IпїЅm not the person who, deposited the check.пїЅпїЅ

"I love you. I LOVE you."

"Rainbow. All the music is the rainbow."

R-E-A-D
E-A-T
S-L-E-E-P

R-E-A-D
(okay)

Aleatoric.
Aleatoric?
Aleato-ric?
Alea-tor-ic?
Alea-tor-ic or aleato-ric?
Aleato-ric.

By digitising thunder and traffic noises, Georgia was able to compose aleatoric music.

ohh, ohh, ohhh

You're with me
Where's my instrument?

Europe is to be saved from infinite misery and indeed from final doom. There must be this act of faith in the European family.

-What about my ankles, do you like them?

Yes.

-And my thighs too?

Also.

-Do you think they're pretty?

Very.

-Do you like my face too?

Yes, I love your face.

-Do you think I have a pretty backside?

Very pretty.

-What about my ankles, do you like them?

Yes, enormously.

-You like all of me, my mouth, my eyes, my nose, my ears?

-Me too, Paul.

9
8
7 [I heard you got to the top this year]
6
5
4
3
2
[Go ahead!]

[*Cheering*]

[Wooo! Peter you did do well!]

[Oh no I was just cleaning my throat]

[How do you do? Welcome to the human race. ..You're a mess.]

I was born on the day the music died
In essence and the (?)
(?)
(?)

[...good time to make an annoucnement]
[Yaaa?]
[This june.. Erica and myself are gonna have a little baby]
[*Laughter*]
[You're father pointed out that you said copy]

I was born on the day the music died
In essence and the (?)
(?)
(?) warm by the fire

(?) I don't know how to stand
(?)
(?) warm by the fire
I was born on the day the music died

[No lyrics]

Child: "Mommy! Daddy...Mommy! Daddy!... Mom? Dad?"

Man: "You have no mother or father."

Child: "Yeah I do!"

Man: "No, they left; they went somewhere else."

Child: "No, you're right here! I do!"

Man: "I'm not; I don't know you."

Child: "Daddy … "

Man: "Don't touch me; don't call me that in public."

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

Ear to the ground
I sift through piles of fallen letters
Copying keys, roll down my sleeves
A part of the hanging garden of the city
Downtown the sounds of single people
Doing nothing

Nose to the wall
I follow paths of tiny fissures
Falling trapeze, the Japanese
Are watching the garden growing on an island
Surround the mound and run your fingers
Through the filings

Nose to the wall
I follow paths of tiny fissures
Falling trapeze, the Japanese
Are watching the garden growing on an island
Surround the mound and run your fingers
Through the filings

Ear to the ground
I sift through piles of fallen letters
Copying keys, roll down my sleeves
A part of the hanging garden of the city
Downtown the sounds of single people
Doing nothing

a dead fish gains the power of observation
speaks the fish
something's fishy about this dish
why am i so still in dill?
can't stir a gill
or tilt my head
it must be that i am dead

[No lyrics]