Freakout Traverse

by Framboos

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Recorded in Montréal at Thee Mighty Hotel2Tango

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released 21 September 2011
Played by/joué par:
Framboos - clarinet, doublebass, percussions, voice

With very special guest/avec invitée très spéciale:
Catherine Lefrançois - mandoline, piano

Recorded by/enregistré par:
Thierry Amar

Mixed by/mélangé par:
Radwan Ghazi Mounmeh

Mastered by/matricé par:
Harris Newman at/à Greymarket Mastering (Montréal)

Poems from/poèmes tirés de Songs of Innocence and of Experience by/de:
William Blake

Artwork by/dessins de:
Eric Tardiff

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Track Name: Cauchemar clairvoyant Blissful Home: The Angel
THE ANGEL

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.
Track Name: Sick Rose malade
The SICK ROSE

O rose thou art sick,
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy :
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Track Name: Vision pénétrante: A Dream
A DREAM

Once a dream did weave a shade
O’er my Angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, 'wilder'd, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broke I heard her say:

‘O, my children! do they cry?
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see:
Now return and weep for me.’

Pitying, I dropp'd a tear;
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied: ‘What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?

‘I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle’s hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home.’