Cocteau Twins, Fraser & Jean

Hugs and kisses, I lack both. But in the grand scheme of universal love, I got Milk & Kisses, the Cocteau Twins CD, or all theirs, I'm more down to earth. Am I not? As the milk is spilled and spilling

Feb 26, 2024

Listening to Cocteau Twins is like having you, I’m feeling you through every and each of your love notes. So soft, so delicate, so heavenly. I think I have all of your CDs.

Seekers Who Are Lovers

Treasure Hiding

Calfskin Smack

Rilkean Heart

Half-Gifts

Bluebeard

Know Who You Are At Every Age

Summerhead

Iceblink Luck

Fotzepolitic

Cocteau Twins - Heaven Or Las Vegas (Official Video)

Cherry-coloured Funk

Fifty-fifty Clown

Pearly-Dewdrops' Drops

Orange Appled

Musette And Drums

Blue Bell Knoll

Athol-brose

Ella Megalast Burls Forever

Jean Maurice Eugène Clément Cocteau was a French poet, playwright, novelist, designer, film director, visual artist and critic. I could easily be him, and not only because I may be criticized back as a Surrealist, although me, myself, and I try to avoid this label. His work was controversial at the time, which mine is obviously not, except that in the jungle garden and my red-white house. Although I claim no work, just play. True, his private life, centered on his openly gay love affairs and his opium addiction, had to be considered scandalous and surely was a bit too much for that epoch. Thank God I’m not marred or married with such heavy burdens, being promiscuous or gay and a drug addict.

I’m Zero, Coca Cola Light, I take life easy, however complicated it sometimes gets, and trust me, it does get very comp-lick-ate-it. And that’s where my “otherness” kicks in, I’m primitive, I’m a minimalist, because I never made it as a perfectionist, because I never tried, I guess. You know, Cocteau Twin, it cums so naturally.

Elizabeth Fraser's lyrics with many of the Cocteau Twins's songs range from straightforward English to abstract mouth music. Fraser? I saw that name somewhere, a lot! My dearest lot, or yours. I’m such a Hazer adventure junkie, these deep emotions like crazy roller-coaster rides, fingers and toes crossed, cannot kill me, I maintain I’m an innocent man, I can hardly go on a toddler merry-go-round, really.

Hazer? No, it doesn’t add up, Cocteau Twin, it must be Haser, Aper, Paper Chaser, who loves you a lot, and a latte, too, needless to say chai, but I’m too shy to express it here on Subtract, because every time I write it, it inflates, it devalues as it devalu-ate. That’s why it’s imperative I say it only in person, because I’m DeepLee Personal IRL, FYI, FFS, Cocteau Twin!!!

For some recordings, LeeZee, Elizabeth, lazy after me, says she uses foreign words without knowing what they mean, lol, the beautiful sounding words acquire meaning only for us, for you Cocteau only as you sing them, and for me Cocteau only as I hear them. She has a soprano vocal range. And I am Tony Soprano? That Toniac? That Tonyyuck?

Whoops, I forgot, Puirt à beul (pronounced [pʰurˠʃtʲ a ˈpial̪ˠ], got it, right?, literally "tunes from a mouth") is a traditional form of song native to Scotland that sets Gaelic lyrics to instrumental tune melodies. Historically, they were used to accompany dancing in the absence of instruments and to transmit instrumental tunes orally. See, the mouth is always involved. I’m not sure which one, whose mou-fee-ah, mafia, though. Nopee, you can’t help it either. The point is, err, ahem, we love it, that oral thing! Right. Gotta post this and go swimming, not orally, I swear, but physically, only physically. Just as I need you. I need to stretch more than a bit. With you Cocteau Twin, it would be perfect. Gotta run, see ya, catch ya, love ya at night!