Lesoir - Babel (Official Short Film)

Babel - A short film by Lesoir and Crystal Spotlight

Directed & Edited by Miles Skarin
Animations & visual effects by Miles Skarin, Rob Skarin & Martin Matus Davis
Produced by Glassville Music
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Babel is handmade etched vinyl and limited to only 250 pcs available. Each piece is numbered. https://lesoirmusic.bandcamp.com/album/babel
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Lesoir is Maartje Meessen, Eleen Bartholomeus,
Ingo Dassen, Bob Van Heumen, Ingo Jetten


Music written by Ingo Dassen
Lyrics by Maartje Meessen
Poem by Stuart Watkins
Strings by Eurasia Quartet & Camila Cipoletta

Guitar, bass & string recordings by Jamshid Mahmoudy
Vocal & drum recordings by Ingo Jetten
Produced & mixed by Lesoir & John Cornfield
Mastering by Steve Kitch

With support:
Cultuur Innovatie Fonds Limburg
Prins Bernhard Cultuurfonds
Fonds voor Podiumkunsten
Gemeente Maastricht
Provincie Limburg
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Lyrics - Babel:
(M.Meessen)

Is it the earth that calls
or the urge to settle down?
No voice, no sound
though it?s clear, it?s loud

On these plains
our build will set about
here, behind these hills
where we left our past

From far we came
to high we''re heading now
Never looked back
now we won?t look down

The earth cries out
its urge to slow it down
Our voice, our sound
it?s clear, it?s loud

Old soul
your little eyes
pierce inside
see the worries in my mind
You look, you smile
as if you say ''it will be alright''
Now so little, but so wise
my child

Old soul
don''t grow too fast
Don''t bother what the world expects
not just yet
You?ll look, you?ll smile
and then you?ll say ''it will be alright''
Soon so big, so wise
my child

Don''t bother what the world expects
you will know what''s best

Whether you babble or you speak
you''ll be perfect, always be perfect to me
Soon so big, so wise

A painting, your best picture
is not a threat on the wall
That red sky as decoration
becomes a different sensation
when rain begins to fall
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What separates a flash, a split-second
from a century?
Content, and context.

What separates the life of a woman, or man,
that achieves a million things,
or one monumental thing,
from one that achieves
nothing that anyone remembers?
Content, and context.

What separates those that have lived lives
full of love and happiness
from those that have endured
unfathomable pain and suffering,
and never known a single moment of bliss?
Much, much more than just
content and context.
Everything, the world.

Yet in the ?scheme of things?
all lives and all experiences
have a beginning,
an end,
and an in-between
and are gone
as if they never were.

(Stuart Watkins 2021)
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Through the palms of the hands of the earth we slip
We are like water that seeps through her fists
We just take from her, and we never give

We are losing it
losing grip
She lets go of us
she is furious

She?s our ears and our eyes when we are sleeping
How much longer she lets us breathe
and will she tolerate these narrow escapes
She lets go of us
she is furious