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Boule
02:09
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v1
I'm a naughty puppy,
eating dead things from the trash.
Chasing all the varmint,
squirrel tails make a tasty snack.
You can call me, I won't come,
I like to make you run.
Rolling in this frog I found
seems like a lot more fun.
c
Boule boule, viens ici,
viens ici ma chien.
Boule, boule, viens ici,
viens ici salle chien!
Nonono je n'viendre pas,
oomla oomla la!
Nonono je n'viendre pas,
oomla oomla la!
v2
I do what I want,
I'm an independent pooch.
Leashes cannot stop me from
showing up on stranger's stoops.
I'm the king of puppies,
they know me all around.
My piercing bark and fluffy tail
make me a model hound.
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2. |
Debussy En Pointe
02:12
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v1
Jeté, into arabesque
pirouette en pointe.
Pink tulle for a buoyant skirt,
ribbons anoint.
c
Floating on phantom power,
melodies ring clear.
Ballet to ghostly sounds,
kernel in your ear.
v2
Plié to arpeggios,
piano keys delight.
Fouettés performed back to back.
Makes it quite a sight.
Leaping across spotlit floors,
orchestra ignites.
Drums beat jagged signatures,
Suggest ancient rites.
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v1
Plastic skin encased in glass,
tightly vacuumed sealed.
Placid eyes look dull and crass,
lack the skill to feel
Why the gaze so somber?
Why the zombie stare?
Looking like there's nothing left
and all the threads are bare.
c
Everything is falling down,
dented crowns on the ground.
Haughty lips and ragged gowns
fall down.
v2
Rigid movements forced to life,
achy ancient joints.
Awkward waltz with clumsy feet
fails to grasp the point.
Wedding dresses, dirty shoes,
wish they had some style.
Waiting for something to click
you might be stuck a while.
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4. |
Space Jousting
02:13
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v1
Black hole pulsars emanate
rich and booming bass.
Sordid planets ruminate
on dominating space.
Tails of comets grace the skies,
stars light up the field.
Cosmic horses chomp their bits,
pages shine the shields.
Banners wave without a wind,
silent crowds rejoice.
Hearts beat in anticipation,
squires make their choice.
No such honor does compare
to taking up the lance.
Crashing knights collide in space,
an interstellar dance.
c
Floating over stars,
racing towards white knights.
Steady hands prepare
for space jousting.
v2
Smokestacks billow ruby dust,
diamonds shower down.
Old equipment left to rust,
littering the ground.
Hazy skies suggest a time
that's long before the past.
Ancient horseshoes draw the line
where shining knights would clash.
Here was valour, here was pride,
fought out on this turf.
Here were maids with shining eyes,
here were scruffy serfs.
Martian kings with endless schmaltz
wooed planetary dames.
Imagining their spatial waltz
calls splendor from the grave.
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5. |
Abbey Scrolls
02:24
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v1
Rabbits, riding horses,
tending gardens,
eating hearty stews.
In their velvet garments,
head of goat speaks
to a head of deer.
Dancers, twist and bend to
ancient music
played on twisted guts.
These scenes exist only
in the deep pools
of my memory.
c
Fading daylight casts a meager glow,
tallow candles light up silver cups.
Careful letters lined up in a row,
mystic creatures bless the page.
v2
Gold leaf, paired with lapis,
makes the page worth
more than 40 sheep.
Toil, on the parchment,
no mistakes can
bruise its tender skin.
Coax the rigid letters
to perfection
with a a sharpened quill.
Lay out holy words for
monks and peasants
open to receive.
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6. |
My Song
02:32
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v1
Brand new shirt and pants with flare,
little sporty shoes.
Golden earrings in a pair,
glimmer and amuse.
Cucumbers enrich my skin,
cactus fruit renews.
Yellow onions, celery,
there's magic in my stews.
Fronto spices up my spliffs,
grapefruit sodas fizz.
Musics bless my reveries,
guide me with their riffs.
Every night I close my eyes
and smile in my sleep.
Snoozing like a baby cuz
my life is so neat.
c
Walking down the avenue,
t-shirt crisp and white.
Surveying the busy street,
feeling fresh, feeling right.
v2
He calls me his smarter half,
I make the numbers sing.
Teasing out computer sounds
with complex programming.
I study books and magazines
to comprehend the past.
I carefully plan my artistry
to ensure it will last.
I understand my equity,
in assets I invest.
My mind is on the money
and my wallet never rests.
Living to the fullest,
while valuing the best.
My life is the coolest
I'm succeeding on my quest.
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7. |
Bird of Prey
02:21
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v1
Survey the wide skies, expansive horizons,
awaiting the chance to strike.
Unconscious tendrils feeling the pulse,
collective rhythms fade in and out.
Sharp lethal claws and fine expertise,
playing to win and playing for keeps.
c
Circle like a hawk,
eyes narrowed in.
Focusing upon my prey.
Tightening attention,
razor thin,
preparations made to slay.
v2
Sensing a chance I suddenly dive,
hurtling towards the ground.
Gnashing of talons renders inert,
entrails now mark a grave.
Fierce bird of prey, mind lethal and quick,
ready to make a play.
Powerful wings and deadliest beak,
field mice kneel and pray.
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8. |
A Lively Dinner
02:22
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v1
Spirits fly high and light,
anticipating delight.
After greeting the host,
everyone gathers close.
Dish after gorgeous dish,
covers the table cloth.
Stomachs long for the fish,
mouths salivate at the broth.
c
We gather together,
as a merry band.
Feasting in our splendor,
oh isn't it grand?
v2
Conversation flows,
freely as the wine
All the faces glow,
smiling as they dine.
Every candle lit,
every glass is poured.
And if space permits,
sweet desserts reward.
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9. |
Mission 94
02:11
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v1
Dressed in black,
their outfits go unseen.
Undercover operation convenes.
Objectives lay out a perfect plan,
in the hands of highly skilled assassins.
Trained to kill and also trained to think,
make them slyer than a shifty mink.
Confidential motives go unsaid,
classified so they cannot be read.
c
Secret job,
urgent task.
Mission calls,
must not delay.
v2
What do they seek,
and who do they hunt?
Where do they travel
and what is their stunt?
Is it to find a
beautiful pearl?
Is it to capture
fading old scrolls?
Corrupt informants,
dictators who defraud.
No one is safe,
whether here or abroad.
Grown men grow weak
when faced with their stare.
Assassins like these are exceedingly rare.
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10. |
Pirates of Love
02:18
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v1
The flag with skull and cross,
tattered, it flies.
Cannons are aimed to shoot,
they've claimed many lives.
The crew is fiercer still,
armed up to the teeth.
Heavy brows and meaty fists,
Have broken many teeth.
Rancid provisions,
dwindling ale,
make their tempers short and mean,
ready to impale.
A hush arises,
the crew stands still.
Captain appears
to impose his will.
c
Sailing the seas,
searching for your love.
It guides my dreams,
pulling me forward.
v2
Another ship's sail
breaks the horizon.
Trumpets sound loudly,
battle has begun.
Pirates unite to
conquer their foes.
Showing no fear of
sea beasts below.
Cannons are fired and
machetes raised.
They'd rather fight
than sit in a cage.
The foe retreats
there's treasure in its hold.
It fears the pirates
stealing its gold.
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Boule Goes Boing Los Angeles, California
boule makes bleeps and bloops
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twitter: @boulegoesboing
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