From The Troubadour and McCabe's, Sept 27 - Oct 2, 1994 Los Angeles
Limited edition, 10,000 copies
Contains pre-recorded material
Produced and arranged by Hector Zazou
Mixed by Gilles Martin & Hector Zazou (Jet Studios, Brussels)
Executive Producers: Jacques Pasquier & Tanis Kmetyk
artwork and design by pop X studio (Bruxelles)
photo by Maria Dawlat
English texts based on Paul Schmidt's translations
Lisa Gerrard and Brendan Perry appear courtesy of Dead Can Dance and 4AD
A horse leaps forward on suburban turf,
Past planted fields and streches of woods
Misty with carbonic plague.
A wretched theatrical woman, somewhere in the world,
Sighs after an improbable indulgence.
Desperadoes lie dreaming of storm, and of wounds and debauch.
Along small streams the little children sit,
Stifling their curses.
Let us turn once more to our studies,
To the noise of insatiable movement
That forms and ferments in the masses.
(words: Rimbaud / music: Perry-Gerrard-Zazou)
Brendan Perry: vocals, bodhran, percussion, darbuka & tin whistle
Lisa Gerrard: vocals
Susan Deihim: middle vocals
David Sylvian: guitars
Nabil Khalidi: oud
Christian Lechevretel: trombones
Daniel Yvenee: bass
Hector Zazou: synth & sampled guitars
Engineers: Jean-Loup Morette (Davout),
Brendan Perry (Quivvy Church
Studio, Eire)
Arrangements cuivres: C. Lechevretel
A thousand years has sad Ophelia gone
Glimmering on the water, a phantom fair:
A thousand years her soft distracted song
Has waked the answering evening air.
(words: Rimbaud / music: Perry-Gerrard-Zazou)
Lisa Gerrard: vocals & yang ch'in
Brendan Perry: synth
Lightwave: synth & electronic percussion
Ryuichi Sakamoto: piano
Hector Zazou: synth & samplers
Engineers: Jean-Loop Morette (Davout), Giles Martin (Jet),
Brendan Perry
(Quivvy Church Studio, Eire)
Arrangements cuivres: Pion-Lechevretel
Un cheval de'tale sur le turf suburbain et le long des cultures et des boisements, perce' par la peste carbonique. Une mise'rable femme de drame, quelque part dans le monde, soupire apre's l'orage, l'ivresse et les blessures. De petits enfants e'touffent des male'dictions le long des rivie'res.
Reprenons l'e'tude au bruit de l'oeuvre d'evorante qui se rassemble et
remonte dans les masses.