13 Angels Standing Guard 'Round the Side of Your Bed
A Silver Mt. Zion
13 Angels Standing Guard 'Round the Side of Your Bed

13 Angels Standing Guard ‘Round the Side of Your Bed
A Silver Mt. Zion
He Has Left Us Alone, But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms (2000)

God bless our dead marines (second movement)
Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra
God bless our dead marines (second movement)

Lost a friend to cocaine, couple friends to smack
Troubled hearts map deserts, and they rarely do come back
Lost a friend to oceans, lost a friend to hills
Lost a friend to suicide, lost a friend to pills
Lost a friend to monsters, lost a friend to shame
Lost a friend to marriage, lost a friend to blame
Lost a friend to worry, and lost a friend to wealth
Lost a friend to stubborn pride
And then I lost myself

I love my dog and she loves me
The world’s a mess and so are we
She tumbles long green muddy fields
Sick with joy and glee
And as she dreams sweet puppy dreams
Whimpering gently

“One autumn, two winters and one summer. That is how much time it took for Geneviève Castrée to change her musical identity from “Woelv” to “Ô Paon”. Two years of gestation and four visits to Montréal’s Hotel2Tango recording studio.

Courses announces from the start its difference from previous records by Geneviève. The sky is heavy and the universe got darker. The lyrics are more solemn, exploring the shadowy parts of our society: wastelands, greed, the absurdity of power, violence, loneliness.

Thierry Amar (Silver Mt. Zion, Black Ox Orkestar, Godspeed You! Black Emperor) expertly arranges the recordings, adding a particular texture to the songs and even playing the role of translator for certain ideas. Courses is a record built on loops, rich with vocal and musical repetitions leading us inexorably where it wants to: what Geneviève sees as this decline unfolds. She captures the moment without cynicism or judgement (« Je t'ai vue seule et abandonnée » - I saw you alone and abandoned). Sadness contemplates sadness. Geneviève seems to tell us that life is a race already lost, and wonders what we are running after, “But don’t bet on my horse, he is too tired.”. Occasionally anger takes over and the musicians (Nadia Moss, Sophie Trudeau, Jonah Fortune, Julie Houle et David Payant) unite and bring their power to raise a storm. Humans and horses speed in chaos, not knowing where they are going and not caring about obstacles.”

One million died to make this sound

I learned it
at 17
on drugs
and well policed
It kissed me
as I fell
with fists full
of ringing bells
So get fast
and get quick
with strung hands
and swung hips
Our dreams
deserve this
yeah our dreams
deserve this

Silk-screen that, ye twits, across thy internet…

One million died to make this sound

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