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Of Montreal


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Откуда Athens, Georgia, United States
Жанры Baroque Pop
Indie Pop
Indie Rock
Neo-psychedelia
Psychedelic Pop
Годы 1996—н.в.
Лейблы Polyvinyl Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Kevin Barnes
Bryan Poole
Dottie Alexander
Davey Pierce
Clayton Rychlik
Бывшие участники
Andy Gonzalez
Derek Almstead
Jason NeSmith
Matt Dawson
Nina Barnes
Ahmed Gallab
James Huggins



Альбом Of Montreal


Coquelicot Asleep In The Poppies: A Variety Of Whimsical Verse (23.04.2001)
23.04.2001
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Coquelicot, Claude and Lecithin Dance Aboard the Ocean Liner
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Good morning Mr. Edminton
Mr. Edminton how are you feeling today?
I trust that life is treating you
the way that you want it to
of course I'm joking with you.

Hello Mr. Lendingworth
Mr. Lendingworth hope you're feeling o.k.
I've brought some books and a finance magazine
because I feel bad for you.
I'll tell you another thing too.

Remember how they vowed to let that go
if your families paid the ransom
well I think you both should know
that that's not their intention
but I will help to set you free
if you'll do something for me.
I want an honest job in one of your factories.

Please Mr. Edminton Mr. Edminton tell me that you'll agree and I'll untie you from that chair presently and get you away from here. I'm judging by your tears that you Mr. Lendingworth dear Mr. Lendingworth desire a part in our scheme well sir I certainly would never even dream now of excluding you I'll tell you both what to do. Tip toe down the spiral stairs then just before the cellar door you'll see a painting of a juggler touch his nose and that will open up a secret corridor. Take the ladder at the end up to the street and run as fast as you can. Then in a week or two I'll start my job with you. You Mr. Edminton Mr. Lendingworth hurry before it's too late for us to escape

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Oh I woke up in Divarrje pledging P.P. icycles and Lamar I don't even know Heard about my love for fairy coquelicot oh oh oh oh oh oh. Oh I made crepes for P.P. sleep he's in the astronomer naming a few beds that aren't far Persuading him to sleep his dreams in jars oh oh oh oh oh. Plumy plum drops of pear shaped rain and tear drops dripping pastly from peacock parasols that obcure the mad procession. oh oh oh I modeled hoops of glass to console P.P. who buried his hands but can't remember when even if he wears his hair like then oh oh oh is that coquelicot peering through the poppies, peeping through the poppies oh oh oh coquelicot coquelicot

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Do you know you're being followed by the shadow of a cat walking upright? I was
hoping that I could crack my eyes open and be greeted by a friend who loves me.
Who would take me to Cap' Corte's tower. With the bell at the top We'd climb the
rickety steps up to the bell and look at the bell

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I'd like to introduce you now to Isabell Iam present owner of the Edward Iam wax
museum daughter of the comedic duo Dorothy and Edward. Do you remember them?
They accomplished mild success on the stages of the vaudeville theatres in
Blackpool and in London that was before the advent of Hollywood. When vaudeville
died and people stopped going to see them So they took out a loan and built a
big wax museum inside of an old abandoned vaudeville theatre. It was about this
time that Dorothy gave birth to their only child and named her Isabell and from
that day they were so happy and gay. Momma, papa and their sweet and thoughtful
treasured fair haired angel baby girl. Eventually a half a century passes we see
Edward in a wheel chair Dorothy in granny glasses and Isabell the proud
proprietor of the wax museum.

Wax Museum.

Isabell would you like to tell about the bell hidden inside your name.
Does it ring every time someone calls out Isabell?
Do you hear it when you run?
If it broke they'd yell out "Isa" instead of Isabell until you fixed your bell

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Will you kiss me again so I can pretend we're kissing for the first time Because
when we kissed for the first time I was distracted. I couldn't believe it was
true that I was truly really finally kissing you. Will you hug me again so I can
pretend we're embracing for the first time. Cause when you held me for the first
time I lost my senses. I couldn't believe it was real Inside I was laughing and
dancing like peppermint eels

You are a miracle like Madeline Meech consoling moaning stallions on the beach.
While they choke up foam for the tide hahahahaha hahahahaha

May we dance again so I can pretend we're dancing for the first time Because
when we danced for the first time I was so nervous. I could hardly stay on my
feet. My felicity must not have been very discreet. Will you give me your hand
so I can pretend I'm holding it for the first time? Let's do everything for the
first time forever. And if forever you are my friend I'll never ever feel
unhappy again

You are a miracle like Hanze Cercheek transposing scores by Satie on the beak of
an inimical red breasted lark hahahahaha hahahahaha.
Hahahahaha hahahahaha hahahaha

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(Instrumental)

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Rose Robert I'd like to welcome you to our affair. We'll write a lovely little
story just you and I as time goes by me and my Rose Robert. People stare when we
walk arm in arm along the thoroughfare. The gentlemen don't know whether to bow
their heads or tip their hats instead at me and Rose Robert. All of our days
move so slow since we stopped and let the world go on without us. We haven't get
a care me and Rose Robert. You're delightful mon chere it's so lovely when we
wear each others clothes. You draw on your mustache while I powder my nose.
Josephine and Fanny don't compare to my Rose Robert. Rose Robert together we
make quite a remarkable pair. It doesn't seem strange somehow that we never
speak we just gurgle and squeak me and my Rose Robert. Few will dare to offer
any pleasantries or see how we fare. I guess they assume that we have lost our
wits but we're just a couple of misfits me and my Rose Robert. Rose Robert. hot
chocolate eclair

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It's a very starry night though the moons not very bright. It's a very
attractive sight this fair and starry night. It's a very starry night watching
barristers in flight see them disappear from sight on this fair and starry night
though I'm by myself I am not alone there are lots of little creatures who call
this their home and I am so loose I'm not afraid to say I don't know what is
keeping my body from just floating away. It's a very starry night watching
solicitors in flight. See them hovering like kites on this fair and starry
night. Though I'm by myself I am not alone. There are lots of little creatures
who call this their home And l am so loose I'm not afraid to say. I don't know
what is keeping my body from just floating away. It's a very starry night

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Manuel's mouth filled with foam upon discovering the properties of Mimi Merlot. Just Imagine his chagrin when he found she'd drugged him, tied him up and locked him inside her wardrobe. On top of all of this the boas hung above him made him sneeze Hhhhhhaaaaaacccccchhhhhhhooooooo. It's snowing all around inside Mimi's wardrobe. oh no no. Now she's covering the wardrobe in aluminum foil oh no no then she sticks her little finger through the key hole and says "suck on it and maybe I'll let you go" to which Manuel replies "Oh you want me to suck? like this?' Mimi Merlot you're the most convincingly non-fictitious character that I know

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I like you cause you look like a giraffe stretching out it's neck to get to
fruit in a tall tree. You're always occupied with girly things your room is
filled with girly posters of teen idols and roller coasters and funny things
like that you've got a red and purple striped stuffed animal cat that takes up
half the bed. I like to pretend you're made out of a-
drawbridge operator's favorite radio program "argh, you're listening to 81.3 sound of the sea" while I'm training troops in parachutes how to act froufrou so when their seargents return from butterscotching Mr. Lynn they can do the charlston while I paint the face of Private Fontaine on his enemies face and do the same to him until the ballrooms filled with soldiers wondering if they like them selves and all are forced to forgive and forget

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Coquelicot, Claude and Lecithin Dance Aboard the Ocean Liner

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Something propels me something compels me to say. How often are you this way. If you're this charming all the time I'll be forced to tell you darling here's a dime, go call you mine. Here's a dime, go call you mine

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There was jello in the fingerprints, Detective Dulllight discovered. It proved to be the most important finding in the case, and where as Detectives Slocks and Slovits slobbered over smutty photographs, Dulllight had a better lead to follow. He followed the ringing to the telephone where a voice asked, "Excuse me, aren't you so-and-so? Oh, so-and-so, since you left I have been eating only sweets because they remind me of you." He felt this surely was a clue. So he climbed into the tub wearing his underwear and overcoat, jumped aboard the model boat and followed the water down the drain. In his brain there are file cabinets and secretaries filing their nails downstairs (But I don't want to talk about that room downstairs). At this moment Detective Slocks and Slovits realize that since they had reported on the crime scene this morning each of them has aged over fifty years. Two butterflies land on their shoulders and harmonize softly in their ears, "Where did all the time go? Did you think that you'd stay young forever? But at least you're still together . . ." The two detectives held hands in the moonlight. The butterflies flew away which prompted Slovits to say,"l miss them already." Slocks removed a fountain pen from his breast pocket, drove it deep into Slovit's throat and began screeching "DEATH TO THE PARCHMENT WHALE, THE ROBOT IAM LASAILE!" While in prison, Slocks wrote one of the most revered exercises in free verse titled "The Cause of Gauze": "Oh, the cause of gauze. The Manuels have fondled many memories from my lap though each memory has its own lap and swimmers swim laps. Even swimmers have laps, however, and while in that condition many require a delicate gauze. I desire only this in my decrepitude, that I will have one more opportunity to serve as a gauze to my fellow man and that in that state of gauze can somehow disturb the world less often with my prickly fingers." When Detective Dulllight, returning from the catacombs, first heard the news of the Slocks and Slovits stabbing and subsequent poetry enterprise he immediately fell to the floor and began plucking peaches from his cheeks. This eventually became a tiresome activity so he evaporated into the cream, a float, a child's bedtime coco.

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Penelope shoot the apple off my head
I need to go to the store to get some sleep.
Because I've run out of sleep.
The row boat came so David stopped arguing with a mime and waved his arms like wheat.
But when he tried to speak the Prince of Plum fell through the roof of his mouth
and handed David an envelope inside was a letter that read 'sir, you were given this envelope by mistake please disregard it'
Nicolynn shoot the candle off my head I need to go to the store to get some beets.
To rub all over my feet.
Andy's joke reminded Gerard that his sloth balloon was owned by Turkish moths.
Gerard's Lebanese boss had sent him out on business giving his word that he would keep it looked in the safe
but it was all deceit cause once he had the sloth balloon he traded it to the moths for a lithograph of "Lady Lamenting On A Lawn Chair".
What interested Balabanoba was building complicated French machines.
designed to better enjoy the duchess, and she him.
He helps her in the stirrups then he straps himself in they spend their days in heights of ecstasy.
but wait why then does she look so sad?
Why is her countenance so glum?
Does she tire of mechanical hands or is she pining for the fair Prince of Plum?
Lulubird shoot the doorbell off my head
I need to go to the store to get some treats.
For Gothe,Becket and Keates.
The characters of the "Gay Parade" formed a boys choir with Static and the Red King.
But whenever they sing all postal workers simultaneously whisper to themselves the word calendar calendar

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You're my muse, you're my silly goose
And every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you
You're my one, you're my honey bun
And every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you
I can dream of you without snoring
And I'm lucky that that's true
Because everyone would know that I found them boring
Simply because they're not you
All I want to do is lay in the daisies
And daydream of you know who I'm referring to . . . you
You're my love, you're my star above
And every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you

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Hello from inside a shell
You can see me because my shell is invisible
It was made especially for me
By the brilliant inventor Lecithin E.

I ride my unicycle
Downstairs to his laboratory
When I know he's there
Working on robotic aquatic bees
Perfecting his mechanical donkeys
Or running from exploding test tubes

Hello from inside a shell
You can see me because my shell is invisible
It was made especially for me
By the infamous inventor Lecithin E.

I ride my boat car
Through the rays of his reverse magnetitizer
When I'm feeling brave
Then everything I touch shoots into space
And astronauts shake their fists at us
Saying, "Be careful!"

He's promised to build us a world of our own
Far away from this one
In uncharted regions where no one will go
He's promised to build us a world of our own

We'll find an island somewhere near the North Pole
And he'll invent lots of strange new animals to inhabit it
So we won't feel alone
And we'll be happy there all covered in snow

He's promised to build us a world of our own
And here we go!

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Here I sit planted in the mud, a mushroom of melted molecules. Where language has been reduced, we can only use abbreviations. Skjlb hjkgdfn uji AhFGsd uWiaAn. Here comes the pony, that one, the Tony. There were flaws in the experiment - I'll tell you about it if you're interested to know. It was creepy the way they hovered above and swooped down on the children. Their mouths agape, exposing fangs of fire. Run, children, run

The three-legged hyena cicadas migrated to the small northern sea port village called Durschfuch. The horrible insects congregated above the Durschfuch elementary school and would spend an indecent amount of time circling the playground. The citizens of the village were very alarmed by these new visitors, but since they were a God-fearing community and were not allowed to bring any harm to any of God's creations, they had to pretend to ignore the large grotesque arthropods and continue on with their lives as if there weren't any menacing predators swooping over their offspring. In time the hyena cicadas became hungry and this in when the real terror ensued. As I stated earlier, the adults of the village thought the best course of action was to pretend the insects didn't exist and continued to send the children out to the playground for recess. Every day the same thing occurred: the children would stand apprehensively at the threshold of the front gate until the teachers ordered them outside to "play", then the children would run terrified towards the shelter of the banyan trees that formed an oval around the perimeter of the school yard. There they would spend the duration of recess huddling together under the trees, shaking with fear. For the first few weeks the children managed each day to narrowly cheat death by hiding below the trees. Eventually the hyena cicadas became mad with hunger and resolved to become more aggressive in their attempt to eat the children. One of the more intelligent cicadas, who happened to be the most famished of all of them, had the idea that some of the flock should hide among the foliage of the banyan trees while the others swooped over the children as usual. Then when all of the children were in their normal positions under the trees, the hyena cicadas hiding in the branches would descend upon them and kill them. After that all of the flock could gather under the trees for a delicious feast. His plan worked perfectly and the adults of the village watched helplessly as the hyena cicadas ravenously devoured their beloved young ones.

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I don't wonder why I love you I don't have to know. It's just so. I adore you from your head down to your baby toe. It's just so. Sometimes I get scared and hesitate because it seems strange to be so intimate. It makes me uncomfortable but I'll get used to it. I don't want to hide it now I need to let it show. It's just so. When you hold me close I feel a warm and happy glow. It's just so. Sometimes I'm unsure if you're the one or my best friend who I'm clinging to. My feelings change so quickly so I'll trust you to lead me

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On a charming and frozen magical island far out at sea
I will take you there with me
No more ridicule, no more grief
They can't reach us out at sea
Think how happy we will be!

We loved their waxy faces but there wasn't any life below
There wasn't any life
There wasn't any life
There wasn't any life under their wax exteriors

Would you like another coconut?
I think there's one defrosting in our hut
Though the weather's quite inclement
And when there's snowstorms I can't see my shoes
I'm still glad I'm here with you

There's funny animals with beards
And all of the fishes are see-through
The skunks have noses like kazoos

I like it here
I like it here
I like it here
I like it here
I like it here
I like it here
I like it here
I like it here
I like it here
I like it here
I like it here
I like it here
I like it here
I like it here
I like it here
I like it here
I like it

We climbed for hours and days and years and centuries
The island's sole lonely mountain
Until we were high enough to see
The otters wearing monogrammed fezzes
By a large and noisy donkey mole regime

Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love

Love?

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oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
oh no oh no oh no oh no
oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
oh no oh no oh no oh no
oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
oh no oh no oh no oh no
oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
oh no oh no oh no oh no

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I know that in my dreaming world
the friends I've made aren't imprisoned there
and they are not pretend.
They are just as real as this world
that I've grown to know.
And though I have enjoyed myself I really have to go

Let's go for a walk so I can say goodbye to you.
That is unless you'd like to come too.

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Let's reminisce of our first dance together
along the ocean floor.
Your dress was made of egg shells.
My hair was in a pompadour

While we were hunting for the Marshmallow Coast.
I played a prank that brought shame to one of my colleagues.
I taught Herr Coushiboe's eyes how to imitate a bog.
They employed their new talent perhaps too frequently.
Finding this incarnation preferable
they decided to stay that way
But then his eyes became ambitious
and they started to grow.
They felt confined as a bog and wanted more recognition.
They desired to be acknowledged by a map
and that is how Coushiboe discovered my gag.
When he opened up a map and saw his eyes looking back at him

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