Shabu Saga (Solitary Nocturnes)

by Shabu Saga, Derrick Fore

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Recorded from November 2010 thru April 2011

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released August 20, 2014

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Track Name: Autobüss
Lyrics by Raymond Queneau, excerpts from Exercise de Style
Adapted by Deena Odelle Hyatt
www.twitter/deenaoh
Track Name: Ms Hallway
Mother puts her foot down, mother puts her foot down...

Ms Hallway, is that still you?
I am pushing out to sea.
I am peeling out the driveway.
I am feeling out to see.

Hear your footprints in the hallway,
and your noisy hair against your face.

Ms Hallway, what's the next thing?
Check calendar, complete.

Ms Hallway, is that still you?
I am reaching out to see.

Ms Hallway, is it dinner time?
What's the next thing? what's the next thing?
what's the next thing? what's the next thing? what's the next?

Turn the light on.
I hear you holler.
Cut it out.

No sir, yes sir. (turn the light on)
As if it matters. (I hear you holler)
Cut it out.

(no sir, yes sir) Turn the light on.
As if it matters.
Cut it out.

Ms Hallway, is it Tuesday?
I am reaching out to see.

Ms Hallway? Ms Hallway? Ms Hallway........

Mother put's her foot down, mother put's her foot down,
mother put's her foot down....


(ms hallway)..........ms hallway......

Lyrics by Dena Odelle Hyatt
www.twitter/deenaoh
Track Name: Warm Women(Snake Lady)
Hey women, turn your purses inside out.
Hey women, turn your purses inside out.

Scattered on the table.
Scattered on the table.

With the blast straight through your brain.
With the blast straight through your brain.
Splattered on the table.
Scattered on the table.

Hide the scent with faint perfume.
Hide the scent with faint perfume.

When the first layer hits your stomachs,
and the second feels like spice,
and the last brings you towards childhood.
and the last brings you towards childhood.
Underneath the table.
Hide underneath the table.

Hide the clues with...
Hide the hints with...
Hide the clues with...
Hide the hints with...

As I'm listening to you
I caress you in taboo,
and we melt the igloo.

Warm woman, warm woman, warm woman.

Lyrics by Deena Odelle Hyatt
www.twitter/deenaoh