L​.​U​.​C​.​A.

by Benoît Pioulard

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Recorded at La Berceuse, February 2019
Mastered by Rafael Irisarri at Black Knoll | blackknollstudio.com
Cover image taken with Polaroid SX70 film, 2 May 2019

"L.U.C.A." was written for our Last Universal Common Ancestor: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Last_universal_common_ancestor

"Our love will still be there" was written by Reg Presley and originally performed by The Troggs:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBneFeNmaN0

Published by James & Margaret (ASCAP)
Disques d'Honoré | BHP-05

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released June 19, 2019

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Track Name: L.U.C.A.
For having barely begun & so suspended in the distance
What a fire it's got ; unabashedly persistent

I should try to sow at least
Spirit across the fields & leas
It flew along in muzzled cry
To invite these trembling, inviolate sighs

I requited the source only to sense its pre-decline
To the same point once again, it is lucid & crystalline
I have braided the wind ; such an unrepentant killer
What a path it's got, wound among the rows of pillars

Dry the land & its dreary guile
To ramify & to exile
On fallow ground, the rot is blight
Defocusing a wearied, oblivious rite

But I'm inclined to feel the freeze
Weathering all the brutal breezes
Each is alone in frail reply
& virtue is their only real ally

I'm a little bit hoarse & in need of some repose
Skirt the same edge once again, from wherever it arose
I have greeted the void, so shadowy in peak resistance
What a pull it's got ; unequivocally consistent

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