The Lost Souls Bay

by The Wâll Factory

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Je suis un enfant du cap sizun et la baie des trépassés, l’impitoyable « bae an anaon » a toujours éveillé ma curiosité.
Terre et mer de tous les fantasmes, ce lieu chargé d’histoires, où cohabitent âmes perdues et gardiens bienveillants, est la source d’inspiration de ce premier album : « the lost souls bay ».
Chaque morceau est illustré et incarné par un personnage posant avec l’arme de son crime.
Les petits textes ont vocation à mettre un brin de poésie au coeur de ces histoires souvent tragiques.

Les portraits ont été réalisés par Stéphen Seznec (STS Photos) et Sklerijenn Havouis (les paumes noires) au collodion humide, un procédé photographique aléatoire et ancien qui fige de manière intemporelle, ces tranches de vie mais aussi ces tranches de mort.

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released November 4, 2016

"The Lost Souls Bay » a été:
-Ecrit,enregistré, mixé, produit par Mikaël Le Mûr à Rennes
-Masterisé par Julien Le Vu à Douarnenez Rock City (29 power)
-Mots et Musiques: The Wâll Factory
-Photos: Stéphen Seznec et Sklerijenn Havouis.
-Mise en page, Artwork: Stéphen Seznec.
-Impression: Henri de Abbaye à Fougère (35)
-Alexis, Damien, Fanny, Morgane, Stéphen, et Tahin sont les voix des gardiens de la baie.
-Alexis et Denis sont les nouveaux ouvriers de la Wâll Factory pour la musique en vrai.
-Manu récidive avec des images en mouvement pour « The Self Killer ».

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The Wâll Factory Rennes, France

"Un "road trip" à dos de bison où la fumée d'usine se mèle au sable rouge du grand canyon.."
La wâll factory ne connaissant pas la crise, deux nouveaux ouvriers viendront défendre les morceaux sur scène, Alexis Wolff (guitare, choeur) et Denis Poulain (timbalès, flûte traversière).
Le groupe nous propose un set de folk hantée, qui raconte de tranches de vie, mais aussi des tranches de mort.
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Track Name: The House Boat
You’re still living in your houseboat,
drinking until your soul lights off.
Inventing another word sounds like
intimidity.
But if you’re still watching above,
this is your melody.
Track Name: Self Killer
I had a bloody nightmare, i felt as a hunter.
I was involved in the mind of, a self killer.

As deep as a shark plunged into darkness, i walk alone.
I feel in fullscreen, part of the scene, part of the sin, i walk alone.

I had to choose my weapon, i just can’t wait.
And with the power in my hand, it comes out from the sand, salt as a bait.

As deep as a shark plunged into darkness, i walk alone.
I feel in fullscreen part of the scene, part of the sin, i walk alone.

I know you so well so please, don’t be shy.
I’m afraid you don’t deserve to die, but it won’t be long before you belong to me.
I know you so well so please, don’t be shy.
I’m afraid you don’t deserve to die, but it won’t be long before you belong to me.
Track Name: Brainstorm Massacre
It starts with lights of full brightness,
i drive between dreams and reality.
If i didn’t know, i should care less,
but evil is taking hold of me.
The mystery of consciousness,
the misery of brain activities.
No time to send a SOS,
cause evil is taking hold of me.

Go away, go away, go,
Go away, go away, go away,
Go away, go away, go away,
Fucking migraine.
Track Name: Ghost Family
Here a ghost, and here a ghost arriving in the sun, here a ghost and here a ghost, father and son.
Here a ghost, and here a ghost arriving in the sun, here a ghost and here a ghost, father and son.
Track Name: Dark Night
Looking back, far into fear.
Running back, through the years.
Feeling back, millions of tears.
I should try to forgive.

You were right, we’ve been so quiet in the night,
You were right, i was wrong.

What if i had been, what if i had know Where you are now.
What if i had seen, what if i had blown Who you are now.
Track Name: The Killer Of The Bay
This is the day, i’m a killer on his way,
there’s blood on my hands anyway.
Thanks to the sun, i’m practicing my gun,
on anyone who runs away.

I am the killer on his way,
the color of my heart is black today.
I am the killer on his way.

This is the day i’m the killer of the bay,
it’s time for revenge anyway.
Since i have seen a target on the screen,
there’s blood on my hands on my skin.

I am the killer on his way,
the color of my heart is black today.
I am the killer on his way.
I am the killer on his way,
the color of my heart is black today.
I am the killer on his way anyway.
Track Name: The Guardians Of The Bay
There was this guy called Peter,
a fisherman from brittany,
He was as lone as a ghost, since ever he was little,
He threw himself into the sea, in the storm of the century,
He did not know who to turn to.

We are,we are, we are...

We are the guardians of the bay, where the dead,
are welcome home,
And we give for free a place to stay
for a year, for a month, for a day
And make the pain disappear anyway.

There was this girl called April,
she was born in northern ireland,
And as weird as a witch, since ever she was little,
She killed herself romantically, eating oleander,
She did not know who to turn to.

We are,we are, we are...

We are the guardians of the bay,Where the dead,
are welcome home,
And we give for free a place to stay
for a year, for a month, for a day
And make the pain disappear anyway.
Track Name: Mrs Blind
She is the girl,
Whose life depends on,
the choice of the flower,
oleander,

You can call her Mrs Blind,
She often walks and crosses the line.
She often walks and crosses the line.
She often walks and crosses the line.
Track Name: Mr Blind
Even if he knows the way,
And as a gift,
will nature play?
To make you go home,
In a raging sea,
A call for freedom,
An emergency.

You can call him Mr Blind,
He often walks and crosses the line.
He often walks and crosses the line.
He often walks and crosses the line.
Track Name: Business On Pain
Those who flee looking for freedom,
are drowning in our seas,
We the keepers of dark seasons,
won’t forget, we still,

See you in our dreams,
feel you in our dreams,
We won’t let you die for free.

Shame on human smugglers making
business on the pain,
We the guardians of strong feelings,
won’t forgive, we will,

Haunt them in their dreams,
hurt them in their dreams,
We won’t let them kill for free.