sometimes we are born, sometimes we die

I've tried to draw your heart, in the air, photo by zb
hunted gathering

pocahaunted/robedoor
hunted gathering (excerpt)
2007

(française version)
Double vinyl, quatre faces.
"Les histoires sont quatre." C'est dans Borges, je crois.
Il y a une chasse. Contournement, encerclement. Les chassés se rassemblent. Se défendent, déjà condamnés et le sachant. Une voix de femme s'élève. C'est un nuage. Une ombre flottante.
Il y a un retour. Le voyageur. Marin ou marcheur, perdu, la lumière lunaire aidant, il retrouve son chemin et le poursuit, affrontant maints périls, jusqu'à la terre qui l'a vu naître.
Telle est sa quête. Et c'est là, la troisième histoire. Cette terre, enfin retrouvée, l'engloutit et le voyageur s'y retrouve enfoui, vivant, au milieu de ses ancêtres.
Pour l'en sortir, il y aura, quatrième histoire, un sacrifice. Parmi les spectres. Quand, sur les lames tièdes des couteaux, le sang a séché, tout peut recommencer, les histoires être racontées. Changées.

(englikhtonian version)
Double LP, four faces.
"Stories are four". It's in Borges, I believe.
There is a hunt. Bypassing, encircling. The hunted gather. Defend themselves, already condemned and knowing. A feminine voice rises. It is a cloud. A floating shade.
There is a return. The passenger. Sails or walks, lost, lunar light helping, he finds his path and follows it, confronting many dangers, up to the land which saw him being born.
Such is his search. And it is our third story. This land, finally found, swallows him down and the passenger finds himself buried, alive, amidst his ancestors.
For him to be saved, there will be a sacrifice, fourth and last. Among ghosts. When, on the blades tepid knives, blood has dried, everything can begin again, stories be told. Changed.

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acheter/buy "hunted gathering" (2xcd)

bonus (archive.org)+(youtube)
robedoor - totem hole
sleep halo (astral III)

photo"I've tried to draw your heart, in the air" by ZB

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