Yard Of Blondes

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The moon like a Flower / Despotic Harm:
Tracks 1 and 2 produced and recorded and mixed by Norm Block at Happy Ending studio, Silverlake, CA, USA. MARCH-MAI 2011
Assistant recorder: Max Allyn
Mastering by Yann Lefèvre

Guitar/ Vocals: Vincent Walter Jacob
Vocals/ Organ: Fanny Hill
Guitar: James Kelly
Drums: Norm Block, mellotron/ synths- track 1
Bass/ Bass6: Gianni Garofalo
Piano: Max Allyn

Whellcome / The Tree in front of my window/ Despotic Harm alternate version
Tracks 3, 4, 5 Produced and recorded and mixed by Augustin Pannard at Abbey Rand Studio,
Fontaine 71, France
Guitar/ Vocals/ Piano: Vincent Walter Jacob
Bass/ Drums: Augustin Pannard

EP cover: Jeremy Jettho Thomas

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released July 14, 2011

Words and Music by Vincent Walter Jacob
Except "The moon like a flower": Words by William Blake,
Music by Vincent Walter Jacob

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Track Name: The moon like a flower
The moon, like a flower

When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep,
Seeking to drive their thirst away
And keep them from the sheep.

But, if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.

The moon, like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.

And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold,
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold

The moon, like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night
Track Name: Despotic Harm
Into the light
Your eyes are hurting now
So what can I do?
I wish that I could put these lights
Into your soul

Sooner than later this pain must stop
At the bar, in the grave or in the bed
Despotic harm You're a lovely pain
At the bar, I wish I will kiss you today
onto your mouth
onto your mouth

Into the dark
My see your pale skin now
This is the first and last time
That we are one tonight
And it tastes like hell