Soundpieces in ‘Lovesongs for Plants’ at Espace Labo

An evolving list of sound pieces from the sound part of the ‘Loveasong for Plants’ project at Espace Labo. (check back from time to time to see what’s new).

Anne Le Troter · LA PORNOPLANTE

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Groene Machine
Crowdpleaser & Claire van Lubeek & Gregor Schönborn

In het hart van de Glazen Stad, waar de neonlichten nooit doven,
Staal en glas aan de horizon, geheimen blijven boven.
Geautomatiseerde tuin, de zon is koud en grijs.
Schaduwen dansen in de nacht, in techno-paradijs.
Welkom in de groene machine, waar de toekomst in rijen groeit,
Onder de glanzende koepel, waar geen wilde wind ooit stoeit.
In het rijk van het kunstlicht, de donkere gloed van de zon,
In dit kasparadijs, zijn geheimen de bron.
Neonlichten flikkeren door gebroken glas,
Echo’s van het verleden in een tijd van kras.
Stad gebouwd van glas, reflecties van verdriet,
Kassenmuren sluiten in maar niemand die het ziet.
Welkom in de groene machine, waar de toekomst in rijen groeit,
Onder de glanzende koepel, waar geen wilde wind ooit stoeit.
In het rijk van het kunstlicht, de donkere gloed van de zon,
In dit kasparadijs, zijn geheimen de bron.
In deze stale haven.
Een vergeten tijd, tot de wortels begraven.
In onze koude tuin, waar het hart nooit zal stralen.
Welkom in de groene machine, waar de toekomst in rijen groeit,
Onder de glanzende koepel, waar geen wilde wind ooit stoeit.
In het rijk van het kunstlicht, de donkere gloed van de zon
In dit kasparadijs, zijn geheimen de bron.

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(English translation)
Green Machine

In the heart of the Glass City, where the neon lights never fade,
Steel and glass on the horizon, secrets stay above.
Automated garden, the sun is cold and gray.
Shadows dance in the night, in this techno paradise.
Welcome to the green machine, where the future grows in rows,
Under the shiny dome, where no wild wind ever blows.
In the realm of artificial light, the dark glow of the sun,
In this greenhouse paradise, secrets are the source.
Neon lights flicker through broken glass,
Echoes of the past in a time of scars.
City built of glass, reflections of sorrow,
Greenhouse walls close in, but no one sees the morrow.
Welcome to the green machine, where the future grows in rows,
Under the shiny dome, where no wild wind ever blows.
In the realm of artificial light, the dark glow of the sun,
In this greenhouse paradise, secrets are the source.
In this steel haven.
A forgotten time, buried to the roots.
In our cold garden, where the heart will never shine.
Welcome to the green machine, where the future grows in rows,
Under the shiny dome, where no wild wind ever blows.
In the realm of artificial light, the dark glow of the sun,
In this greenhouse paradise, secrets are the source.

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Elia Buletti and Caterina Montesi
Sono uscito di casa e già i raggi del sole mi devastano

(Si schiarisce la voce)

Il volo di un aeroplano
Relax
Un volo atterrato
Nel deserto

Gesticolare
Creando nuove forme
Maschere che ti scoprono

Suona il telefono
Sometimes
Accoltello il telefono che sanguina
Al centro del lago
Mi lavo le mani
La meditazione è qualcosa che accade fuori
Un essere puntiforme
Un conflitto che si trasformerà in una risata

Paesaggi

Il cugino di Snoopy, ma ancora più scemo

Sono uscito di casa e già i raggi del sole mi devastano
Il genio della lampada è pronto
Il mondo sembra un circo

OK

Sguardi incastrati in un’ostrica?
Ancora specchiarsi e non riuscire a identificarsi
Rêve de Christophe
Dove la neve è arrivata in tarda mattinata
Miss White Miss Orange Miss Brown
Stesa in attesa dell’amante
Tony Montana

Una chimera che porta un messaggio…
Io l’ascolterei

Indovinello

Mostri triangolo con occhi cerchiati
Che sembrano molto confusi
E anche
Anche un po’ incazzati

Due figure, solo i volti speculari
Hanno la forma di un fagiolo
Il mento è molto, molto possente e
Una poderosa calvizie e
Degli occhiali da…

Lo sguardo giudicante di una ragazza… giovane

Rilassarsi e diventare come il paesaggio
Eventi catastrofici
Esterni e interni

Tornano le amiche sempre più scatenate
Due ragazze che limonano,
Vabbé, ci sta.

Una festa
Può essere per ognuno un’esperienza completamente
Diversa

Una rappresentazione…

Aspetta, mi sono mangiata.

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(Clears her voice)

The flight of an airplane
Relax
A flight landed
In the desert

Gesticulating
Creating new forms
Masks that uncover you

The phone rings
Sometimes
I stab the phone that bleeds
In the middle of the lake
I wash my hands
Meditation is something that happens outside
A point-like being
A conflict that will turn into laughter

Landscapes

Snoopy’s cousin, but even dumber

I’ve left home and already the sun’s rays are ravaging me
The genie in the lamp is ready
The world looks like a circus

OK

Glances stuck in an oyster?
Still mirroring and failing to identify
Rêve de Christophe
Where the snow came late in the morning
Miss White Miss Orange Miss Brown
Lying in wait for her lover
Tony Montana

A chimera bearing a message…
I would listen to her

Riddle

Triangle monsters with circled eyes
That look very confused
And also
Even a little pissed off

Two figures, only the mirrored faces
Have the shape of a bean
The chin is very, very mighty and
A mighty baldness and
Some glasses from…

The judgmental gaze of a girl, young

Relax and become like the landscape
Catastrophic events
Exteriors and interiors

The increasingly wild friends return
Two girls making out,
Whatever, it fits.

A party
Can be a completely
Different

A performance…

Wait, I’ve eaten myself.

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Find here more info about the project Lovesongs for Plants : An Arcane Evolution’.