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grisumbraevanethra  °  étrasilène

 

 

 

We've chosen to make the music from Grisumbraevanethra as free as possible.We count on our awareness of feeling and sensitivity in the interaction.
For the first Album "Ethrasilène"


KasjaNoova/ Voice/ Lyrics/ Mouthharmonica
Fred A/ Guitar
Erik A/ Guitar

Recorded in march 2007/ in Antwerp/ Belgium
Recorded/ mixed by Fred A/ with help of Kasja/ Erik A
Graphics/ eha

 

 

 

01  Josepf k (audio stream)

02  A special prayer

03  Abracadabra

04  The difference (audio stream)

05  July the 6th

06  Ethrasilene

07  The end

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Joseph K (inspired by the first page of the book "The trial"/ Kafka)

Joseph K is the first page of the book from Kafka :THe trial. Its not quite an exact translation from the flemish version in to French. Its like someone does not speak the language quite well enough and sometimes hesitates.. It suits the atmosphere of the kafka writings...

Au fond... l'histoire commence comme ça
"Quelqu'un a du calomnier Joseph K."
Parce que sans qu'il avait fait quelque chose de mal
Un matin... on l'as arrêté... "onmiddellijk werd er geklopt"
Quelqu'un a tapé a la porte... Il n'avais jamais vu l'homme avant
Il entrait, il avait une figure très mince, quoiqu' il était bien costaud
Il avait un costume noir... ce costume avait des tas de poches
de fermetures, toutes sortes de garnitures... des boutons
et il ne savais pas trop a quoi cela se servait
Mais ça avait l'air plutôt pratique...
Qui est tu demandait K, et il se mettait droit sur son lit
Mais l'homme a compètement nié sa question
et il dit: Est ce que tu nous a contacté
"Waar hadden ze het over eigenlijk"
de quoi parlaient ils au fond?
il ne savait pas trop d'ou ils vennaient...
il ne savait rien... tout le temps
il a eu une attitude de prendre tout un peu du coté joyeux
il craignait seulement, au moment que le plus pire se présentait et
il ne prennait pas de... heuh ..."maatregelen"
il ne prennait pas de précautions pour le futur
même que tout semblait un peu noir
dans ce cas la ça ne semblait pas être le bon truc
tu pouvais bien prendre cela comme un "joke" et .. mais...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The prayer

the prayer was written for a dinner party with people who made a tradition to come together once a year and perform, sing or read some work from themselves or something interesting they found. On

this occasion the subject was to write our own prayer... so this came out of me....(Kasja)

Someone asked to make a prayer
A prayer for some special night
I'm not used to pray in common ways
To whom I have to pray?
Suddenly a voice
the voice of Arno in the background
Toi tu n‘est pas le bon dieu... Tu es un homme
Ok, come on and strive... I had to dig deep inside
Where a whining pain dwells all my life
I pray that all people simultaniously
become a torch of peace ...Oh, bullshit Erna dear
We are not on the same time on the same level
This is clear
...I try anew
That I'll always find some treasure
That we can do magic with pleasure
That all the characters inside of me
Could agree... For wishing peace to thee
That I let every living creature free
Free of my projection... Free of my expectations
Free of my way... I think it has to be
And when I sin against these intentions
Immediately.Spontaneously..Completely naturally
My intuition pushes me in the right direction

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Abracadabra (against stupidity)

Abracadabra....... is like a spell against stupidity... presenting itself in all kinds of forms...
and we have to be aware not to be contaminated by it, remembering the basic, simple things of purity and wisdom.


Oh ohoh;;;;;;;;
Aaaaaaaa!!!!
Aaaaoooooooo!!!
Ooaaaaa!!! ooooo!
Abracadabra
Abracadabrasalamadanacadabra
I got to get out out out
Space we need
Truth
Love we count on
Love we mention
Love we say

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Difference

The difference a little poem to point out there are differences in the way we can act.

If in your dreams
There is a landscape
With all the things you like
Beautiful flowers
Mighty trees
And a refreshing breeze
And then comes dryness
And the landscape vanishes away
you can cry and call for rain
Unite the forces of love and pain
Or you can just cry and let it all die
je me rappelle............................................................
La montagne sacrée de Alejandro Jodorowsky 1973




July the 6th (or 7th)

July the 6th ..... in fact its July the seventh.... and refers to the attacks in London.... On the same day there was an interview with a woman from Sebrenitsa telling her story.. on the radio...
I mixed these two sad passages out of the news and peoples lives . As I am a dreamer I often forget precise dates etc...


London in panic
I do not remember which year... it was something about religion
a dark mission
Walking through stories... all kinds of stories, all kinds of pictures
I just can be a traveller between the endless streets of pictures
Different religion different beliefs
walking through stories... all kinds of stories
from all kind of people... with all kinds of backgrounds
different religion... different beliefs
different religion... different beliefs
I just can be a traveller... in endless streets of pictures
induced by all the stories... of all these people
some people remember... some people think
some people dream... some people scream...
...dreaming doesn't help
the woman in Sebreniza now
an eye for an eye an eye for an eye
be a love traveller, be a love traveller be a love traveller

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Living in Antwerp and Brussels (but two members originating from Toulouse), the members of "Grisu" are
Erik.A (Dogma, Gravity…): guitar; Fred.A (I is me, souththirtytree, Imagine This): guitar; KasjA (Translogic, South33, Katakuma, Imagine this, Besos and fuego, NaRocka): voice, lyrics, mouthharmonica, little instruments like chains and stones .
GRISUMBRAEVANETHRA is an experimental trio, as seems indicated by the composition and the instruments used by the three members.
While listening, the experimental side dominates, even obscures, the totality of the EP, to which it gives by this angle an identity more than just marked.
One can think of early SONIC YOUTH, these obscure and unhealthy environnements which decorate “Bad moon rising” or “Evol”.
The difference being that here, the squeaking and dissonant side, as for the lyrics on the edge of the narrative , does not leave room to any other musical colouring.
Indeed, this demanding and fascinating climate is sufficient to itself and cannot tolerate any intrusion of some clearness or a melody from which would emanate a little light or joy.
Noisy, creating long intriguing spaces from which one cannot detach, sometimes, that voice which one would swear comes out of nowhere
this EP is one of which it is certainly necessary to go seek for, even one of those which will come to an end from any effort of assimilation from the most timorous listener.
But if one takes an effort to apprehend this universe diverting as well as enthralling, dark and somehow the perfect reflection of our most extreme states of heart, it becomes impossible to leave these seventy minutes, if they somewhat shake you while listening, they finally give you an almost perfect outlet, a new serenity, a plummet into this bottomless abyss to catch what you need to rejuvenate.
On the seven pieces presented here, it is obviously useless and unwelcome to distinguish one from another, imbricating and creating a single one of which none can be detached.
Something unique, generator of a certain dependence for those able “to overcome it” and to find what it holds, while being impregnated with its atmospheres stripped from any warmth.