Lore * Anne

by YARN OF THE WICKED

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Five songs on the album are dedicated to Anne de Boissy and Lore Fournier – two young girls, whose story has been told in the "Don't Deliver Us from Evil" movie (Mais ne nous délivrez pas du mal).

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released November 26, 2018

This time The Yarn was spun by those Wicked individuals:
✤ Yankes - Vocals
✤ Rusty - Guitars
✤ Sherman – Bass, Keyboard
✤ Tomson - Drums

Cover artwork and lay out by Anna Malarz.
Mixed and mastered by Nihil at Czyściec Studio, 2018.
All the lyrics are poems of Charles Baudelaire.

Intros used in tracks 1,2,3 and outro in track 4 are taken from the movie movie "Mais ne nous délivrez pas du mal" (1971) directed by Joël Séria. Copyright Société Générale de Production Productions Tanit.

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Track Name: The Sadness Of The Moon (Tristesses de la lune)
Moon more indolently dreams tonight
Than a fair woman on her couch at rest,
Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,
Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.

Upon her silken avalanche of down,
Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
watches the white visions past her flown,
Which rise like blossoms to azure sky.

And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,

Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,
Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.

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