Guilty Cloaks

by Raoul Sinier

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Raoul Sinier's fifth full length album sees this musician surprise us again, and tap on his experience to offer an album in which tracks have become songs, tricky arrangements leave room for melodies, and, most of all, vocals are brought to the front stage. A seductive work, "Guilty Cloaks" stays deeply rooter in this artist's twisted and falsely naïve imagery, but approaches its listener in a much more humane and communicative way, mixing electronic composition with subtle song-writing, maturity and excitement.

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released July 1, 2010

Everything by Raoul Sinier,
except lyrics on “She is a Lord” and “The Enlightened Man” by Sylvie Frétet and lyrics on “Over the Table” by Nemanja Dragicevic.
Mastered by C-Drík at Syrphe.
www.adnoiseam.net

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Raoul Sinier Paris, France

Raoul Sinier is without doubt a unique artist.
He juggles music, illustration and animation with a freewheeling talent.
His music captures emotions and liberates the listener, enables their penetration into the very sophisticated musical universe of the musician.
But beyond the fury of monsters and the screaming music is the exacerbated sensitivity of a demanding individual…
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Track Name: She is a Lord
Fingers get out of shape, she seeds a powder on her toes
could stop her heart, forgets her name
throws brain codes in jail.

The lords likes to break her head, the lords likes to drown her mind.

She is a lord, without weapons or shield,
except granite wings and concrete fines,
except the air and the earth, she brings under her shoes.

The lords likes to break her head, the lords likes to drown her mind.

No flying no swimming for the lord, no running no jumping for the lord,
just lost memories in black books.
Only bad trips in a simple life

The lords likes to break her head, the lords likes to drown her mind.
Track Name: Over the Table
Once upon a time in a jungle a king called lion met a pork
asked him why he's on a tree, the pork said : I'm a monkey
If you are a monkey, jump from tree to tree.
If you're a pork jump on my fork.
This is animal poetry that no rhyme can eat.
This is for the girls and boys wanting meat in their plates.
I'm the food you can't hate.

I'm just an animal, open my belly, cut my ribs

If you want to travel, eat. Take a seat, and breath,
you will need a rest after the feast.
Can't stop the feast, won't stop the feast
I invented the fork while travelling on a pork.
And if you want to die, then stop eating.
My fork is my tool, my pork is my pet and I want my tool to kill my pet.
Cause all I wanna do is eat some fresh meat.

We're all are animals, we're all are cannibals,
and we're all gonna end like a pork on a fork.
Track Name: Too Late
A small monster running the place,
taking care of everything, taking out the trash,
estimating and transforming,
always there for me, always scheming.

It's too late, he's running the place.
I'm happy, it's too late…
Track Name: Summer Days
Everyone is dead. Bright light, dark sunshine.
Everyone is missing. I'm just a lonely head.
Everything is ruined. Colors are gone, black tones prevail.
Something doesn't work, I can feel it, I would like to share.

Everything is gone, black holes, empty space.
Everybody's out, don't know where to look.
Sunshine's in my mind, and darkness is in my flesh.
Sunshine's in my mind, and darkness lives on my skin.
Track Name: The Enlightened Man
What should be read in her eyes when our feet want to speak.
She does not admit the love in our assaults.
She spits on our faith, doesn't approve our choices.
She claims that our being, right now and later in afterlife,
will be cursed for ever.

We don't want this.
We sort our waste.
We empty our trash.
And we fight the devil.

But everything is clear, my life is clean, my life is spotless,
and I make a point of honor to offer you
the most beautiful requiem that will not cost a cent,
and I will scream it without losing a single tear.

We don't want this.
We sort our waste.
We empty our trash.
And we fight the devil.
Track Name: Walk
Walk into your private hell, by yourself, everyday.
Drive into your private hell, no curves, no turns.
Walk into your private hell for the rest of your life.

For the rest of your life, no eyes, no heart,
no blood, no mouth.
Jam your head into the wheel.