Il Ne Reste Qu'a Chanter

Lyrics

Three mirrors hang on the wall Painter breaking the law You can think of them as portraits As you inspect your face You can even think that's all Or you might suppose there is more That no mirror can detect Who's bound to leave to trace Sliver stab can have no say In what it may reflect It does not look away So take your eye off what it sees The passing everyday Make the effort to detect The glassy surface Say what you see Let it freeze itself Of the world's contingency

Three mirrors hang on the wall They may vary in size But not a whole lot Call the possible variants (a), (b), (c) Any of these may be in one of two states we'll call (1) and (2) Depending on whether or not an imperfect plane has been placed Covering the mirror's flat surface The distortion created is not at all great There's no drama for the eye for a set of three mirrors For a set of three mirrors there are eight possible configurations (a), (a), (a), or (b), (b), (b), or (c), (c), (c), or (a), (a), (b), or (a), (a), (c), or (a), (b), (b), or (a), (c), (c), or (a), (b), (c)

There are fifty-six combinations in which they may be distorted or flat Now we say that a flat mirror is a (1) and an imperfect one a (2) So that for a ? that's (a), (b), (c) We may have state or condition (1), (1), (1), or (1), (2), (1), or (1), (1), (2), or (1), (2), (2), or (2), (2), (2), or (2), (1), (2), or (2), (2), (1), or (2), (1), (1)

If we have three dimensions (a), (a), (b), they can appear In state or condition (1), (1), (1), or (1), (1), (2), or (1), (2), (2), or (1), (2), (1) or (2), (2), (1), or (2), (2), (2)

And similarly For (a), (b), (b), (a), (a), (c), (b), (b), (c). (a), (a), (c), and (b), (c), (c).

For (a), (a), (a) we may have (1), (1), (1), or (1), (1), (2), or (1), (2), (2), or (2), (2), (2).

And similarly For (b), (b), (c) and (c), (c), (c).

That is what you could see.

Chronology

• Sighs Trapped by Liars
  • Elisa Randazzo - vocals

Interpretations

• The title comes from a Samuel Beckett quote: "Quand on est dans la merde jusqu’au cou, il ne reste plus qu’à chanter" ("When you're in deep shit, all you have left to do is sing")