THE BEAST

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 ----- Babel is handmade etched vinyl and limited to only 250 pcs available. Each piece is numbered. https://lesoirmusic.bandcamp.com/album/babel ----- 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 ------ 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 --- 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) --- 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