Lost children

by Orioxy

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    The album comes in a 2 panel Digipack cover with 16 pages booklet.
    Artwork by Mojo Wang
    Logo by Julie Brand
    Graphic design by Amélie Cordier

    It is Orioxy's third studio album, released by the German label GLM music.

    Philippe Teissier du Cros (Bojan Z, Magic Malik, Rokia Traoré, Piers Faccini) recorded, co-produced and mixed the album. It was recorded at the well-known La Buissonne Studios (Bill Carrothers, ECM, Ahmad Jamal) that works in collaboration with the Avignon Jazz Contest Grand Jury Prize, which Orioxy won in 2013.

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Lost children is Orioxy's third album
released by German label GLM music.

credits

released February 27, 2015

recorded by Philippe Teissier du Cros at Studios La Buissonne, France
assisted by Romain Castera & Nicolas Baillard
mixed by Philippe Teissier du Cros at Studio Boxson
mastered by Raphaël Jonin
produced by Orioxy & Philippe Teissier du Cros
arranged by Orioxy & Romain Castera
music by Orioxy

lyrics by Yael Miller except:
track 3 lyrics by
Julie Campiche
& Douglas Fowley track 7 lyrics by
Julie Campiche & Jonas track 9 arabic lyrics by Sami DargTeam
track 11 by
Lennon & McCartney

english translation by Douglas Fowley

Yael Miller:
voice & shruti peti
Julie Campiche: harp & effects units
Manu Hagmann:
double bass, electric bass & effects units
Roland Merlinc:
drums, sampler,
writing machine,
shruti peti & percussions
Romain Castera: additional piano & keyboards

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illustrations by
Mojo Wang www.behance.net/hellomojo
logo by Julie Brand
graphic design by www.ameliecordier.com

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Orioxy Genève, Switzerland

The world of Orioxy is a world of contrasts where sweetness and intimacy mingle with wild organic energy. Their every composition is an imaginary creaking universe. Orioxy is a patchwork of diverse musical styles, film art, poetry and political news! From music box to oriental rhythms, via rock and electro-acoustic, they invite us to share in an adventure of delicate madness. ... more

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Track Name: Amor fati (excerpt)
Amor fati

Love so sweet and pure
keeping me assured
Pour your love, secure
Make believe i'm cured

Omens of your love keeping me assured
Taking some time making me secure
Laying out your thoughts
Late at night, under light

Give up the fight, we can make it through
Maybe w’ill part, I don't have a clue
Keeping us alive, in the game, where it’s bright

I’ll be warm and lure, for sure
Rest your mind, endure
Pour your love, secure
make believe i'm cured
Track Name: Isha (excerpt)
Isha (Woman) – English Translation

Deep, deep down
Beside a vanished dream
A girl’s soul fades into a quiet sleep

She reappears as Woman
Surging from the water
And waiting for two.
A small knight within her,
Handsome, with out doubt,

Was born black
Like chocolate,
And eaten by a woman
who thought he was a sweet.

Deep, deep down
Beside a vanished dream
A girl’s soul fades away.
Track Name: Princeless (excerpt)
Princeless
Midnight chimes
The dance is done
The masks are off
My slipper’s lost
On my pumpkin
I’m waiting
I reminisce
The trembling steps of our first dance in light of spring
As my heart recalls
Our time in awe
I know
I was the princess of your dream
It’s cold
It’s late
And I’m waiting
In the depth of night
My bare foot swoons
Slowly
Empty
Silence
Blows my mind
Scorching ringing sears my brain
Seeping cold within my soul
On my pumpkin… here alone
Why do I wait?
The night is done,
sweet love,
Time dances on
We lost the game
The princess run away
The prince is a frog again
A new day dawns
As I walk away
My glass slipper left behind
Track Name: Go now (excerpt)
Go now

Go now, go slow, reach for the shore.
Mind your own road.
There's no place for you believing in some faith,
we are young but soon to break.
Keeping distance from ourselves, side by side but not too close and… go slow.

Go now, go slow, reach for the shore.
Mind your own road.
There's no place for promises and empty dreams,
push me so that i could scream!
Angry, furious and mean, loosing temper over him and… go slow.
Track Name: Old world (excerpt)
Old world

Old world, here's what's going on:
kids start having fun alone.
No more running around,
clicking on the screen outdoors.

Music doesn't have a style,
hunters don't use their hands.
Keeping the illusions for a while,
leaning on what you're told.

Old world, pieces slowly blow,
blindness doesn't go no more.
Warm flow is starting to grow,
this is how it should be done.

No one cares if this is right,
don't we have a right to fight?
Leave our children to be bright,
give us a chance to run.

Old men, settling for so low,
try to manage hayer rate.
Explode different ways of fraud,
manage all your mind.
Track Name: Ibud ha'tmimout (excerpt)
Ibud Ha’tmimout (Loss of Innocence) – English Translation

Loose shirt
Tight hair
Every hair in place
Hide round body
Not well designed
So far to go

Briskly walking
Foot could enter
Short dress
Wild hair
Bright lipstick
Strange heel
Loss of Innocence

A two-day thing
Blurred adolescence
Heaven decision
Everything in then out
Quick gallop

The environment knows
No point to break
Mental Convention
Inner Calm
Track Name: Peter (excerpt)
Peter (French)

Au carreau, Peter a tapé,
mais les quarts d'heure, les jours et les années m'ont rattrapé.

Pour une poignée de poudre d'escampette,
quitter le tic tac, j'irais défier les tempêtes.

Les enfants perdus dans les méandres du temps
ont préféré s'envoler plutôt que vendre du vent.

Au crochet du rationnel, sont déposées mes ailes.
Peter, je veux redevenir ta demoiselle.

Peter (English)

Peter just tapped at my window,
While quarters of hours, days and years swirl about me.

With a cloud of dust at my heals,
I turn my back on the ticktack, as I go out to brave my storms.

Children lost in the labyrinth of Time,
We wanted to fly off, not to peddle empty dreams.

Now I’ve hung up my wings on Reason’s rack,
Peter, I want to be your Lady, take me back.
Track Name: Song of love (excerpt)
Song of love

Song of love, song of mind,
song of hate, ‘cause you are blind.

One more time, see my sign,
meet me there, in my own time.

My oh my, what should i reply,
love is there, but clouds are behind.

Song of love, song of mind,
song of hate, ‘cause we are blind.

Song of love, song of mind,
one song of hate, we're out of our minds.

One more time, see my sign,
meet me there, in my own time.
Track Name: Bachour meshouamam (excerpt)
Bachour meshouamam (A Bored boy) - Hebrew translation

I love life, but want to die,
I like people, but love my solitude,
I’m angry at the world, but with me, everything is fine.
I’m a bored boy, just a bored boy.

I am a sick child in a grown up body.
I predict the future but am not waiting for tomorrow.
I am the greatest of ‘em all. I am a bored boy.
I am a bored boy, just a bored boy.

I'm tired of living a life of misunderstandings.
The pieces of lies are rising like mice.
You cannot act like Dr. Jekyll the rat,
don't be afraid to love the human race.

I love all that is beauty, but I am tired of being.
I’m a boy of no character and don’t care about the end.
So why am I the only one who notices?
Why don’t I feel a sensation called pain?

I am unique, crazy and special.
Just a bored boy.

Arabic translation
I need a shrink.
Excuse me?
What? Do you want me to say it, then okay, I’m a ghoul.
I don’t mind dying. We die everyday and no one cares.
Fucked up way of life! If love hasn’t been buried, it has been pushed aside.
What’s out there, what’s left, sons of fucks, what is it?
People don’t care about each other any more, some destroy, others expatriate
and the rest simply immigrate.
Blah, blah, blah. No reform is going on, but every one is filming.
Every day looks the same. Our thinking is old and frozen.
For every exit there is a door, but it isn’t logical anymore.
There is no door yet there is a key but the road to the door is imprisoned.
This logic and I are hopeless… but we carry on and will keep on doing it.
It is worse today not doubt… I don’t wonder anymore… and that surprises me. I don’t know what it is with me, shall I cry or laugh at me.
Track Name: In my head (excerpt)
In my head

Tears from where? They go out there.
In my head, I'm rich beyond despair.

Once from there, I'm here, where i stay.
With or without you to share, silence is in the air.

In my head…

In my head I'm strong, as days go by i feel that evermore.
My heart belongs to this home, i cannot deny it anymore.

In my head…

In my head it's getting clear, the oceans and the winds also agree.
Leave my heart to live where it may be.
Home is now a place i want to be.