B i o g r a p h y (by Robbert Tilli)
Now that the CD Zink has finally seen the light, the ugly word hype should be taken back immediately. Eat your words, and use your ears for a change, as this is an electrifying musical event. Welcome to Zink, the sea according to Bloem de Ligny. High and low tide in extremis. Hype doesn't go with careful, long-term career development anyway. Bloem has taken plenty of time to come out with her CD. 'First I wanted everything to be right. It was all about having the right people around me and finding the record company [Columbia] which would suit me best,' says Bloem, justifying the long wait. 'I had ideas enough of my own, but in my search for the ideal producer I was looking for someone who could act as a catalyst.' She found what she was looking for in the person of Ex-Boomtown Rats-bassist Pete Briquette, the sound architect in volatile dance genius Tricky's universe. 'I was well lucky,' she expresses, revealing her adolescent years. Relocated to London, between March and August she was able to work undisturbed on Zink. The musicians to be heard on the CD are more or less the same as featured in her live band, namely guitarist Maarten Veldhuis, bassist Thijs Vermeulen, drummer Martijn Bosman and keyboards player Wiboud Burkens. The latter has since been replaced on stage by Rob Daenen due to other commitments. Now and then guest musicians 'on the Zinkside' pop up 'from the dunes' such as a strings section on the ballad Ice & Angels, simultaneously stonecold and boiling hot. Briquette himself does a thing or two on bass guitar as well, while Tricky's sticksman Perry Melius coincidentally bangs the drums. 'I could basically do what I'd wanted to. Layer by layer we've built up the music as if we were building a house. First we laid the foundations and then for instance we put in the water supply system,' tells Bloem, referring to the artistic process.
'Every time we had guests in the studio it felt like a house warming party with each visitor bringing along something special. Everyone understood what I wanted. Pure magic it was.' Even children's book heroin Pippi Longstocking would blush at Bloem's wonderland. The lyrics are absolutely bizarre. Try to read them in the CD-booklet, if you can, as her handwriting is both curious and incomprehensible without instructions. The letter 'q' or 'g' for example should sometimes be read as a letter 'a'. Anyway, one would like to see her wild thoughts worked out in a book.' All of my songs are based on this kind of strange metaphors. The pirate, for instance. I've been him too. There was a period in my life when I was convinced I knew it all, just like him. When you act blindly like that, something should make you punch yourself in the face with your tail too. How naive I was, that I didn't understand that.' Since she swears by putting things into perspective. The name Bloem has allowed her to keep her barely hidden childlike-ness. Fortunately, her impulsive stage persona has been left fully intact on the album. What's more, she never changes her original intentions with a song. From the moment she starts writing, she bangs out everything in one go, including the lyrics and the mood. It is a matter of waiting for inspiration, switching on the four-track recorder, and letting it all come out. 'When I replay my own music afterwards, every time it feels like listening to somebody else. It's like giving a present to yourself. If you would alter anything in the lyrics or the vocal line, then you wouldn't be fair to yourself. Even if the content of a song can be quite confronting, like on Pirates, you should still keep your hands off it.
Zink - 1998-10-19 -
Blue nix Fingiecrookie Amberine Twinky Cells Capsule Cherubine Pirates Zink Armage Ice & Angels Pink Serenity
Zink
Blue nix
Seven was closer And it has no end I freeze it for now and I Follow in blue Nothing as gentle Blue as an icecave, Closer than ice Closer than ice Colder than sorrow More than you know, I I want to believe it, There is nothing as cold Seven was closer And it has no end I freeze it for now and I Follow in blue Nothing as gentle Blue as an icecave, Closer than ice Closer than ice There is nothing as cold As you and an icecave I touch and you melt down I touch and you melt down I touch and you melt down You don't even know it How much I want to believe it You, you, you are so wrong You, you, you are so wrong You, you, you are so wrong Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
Fingiecrookie
Anarchy, anarchy, anarchy Via multiple ways I find you are hacking my mind A tongue in my ear my dress off It wears me out - heroine My evil eye, I on flattop No I can't decide: eat her one of them Or suck up fingers or swallow up dirty mind My nose is still wet I got insanity out on my bread My sandwitch is still hot I eat my tongue and I get upset I want to get myself an eyegum so I'm heel over head I haven't had so many voices under my hat But it's not howdy all the time that I hear Yet I can swallow all the things I did never get you so near I like to be a bottom and also a top And then I wish and soooooo Insanity is lurking around Insanity is walking around I'm kinda simple But I don't know where the noises are comming from I get so like a tiger and then I swallow all the guns I get so sneaky and I think I Tear my finger off again And then I shout like a mongolian infant: "Oooh oooh oooh how my sore Oooh oooh i'm so sore but I can't help moan Oooh ooh I'm such a fingiecrookie for a long sneaking time Insanity is lurking around Insanity is walking around Now now now comes the sound I get so hot And then I tumble down again My cares are self only a sock Insanity is twisting my holy career I sell by bottle and then I come end As close as as near Insanity is lurking around Insanity is walking around Insanity is lurking around Insanity is luuuuuuuuurking Noises Here come the noises Here here come the noises Here come the noises
Amberine
I've got a little bag of buskets in my cookie jar I've got a little cup of coffee in my head I've got an awful big 'peace' of sugarpie when I look at you You make me You make me You make my heart spin round I am paralized by the words I hear I spell your name and back again I want to have you all around I want to catch your orange brown Monday is bleeding Tuesday is crying Wednesday is laughing Thursday I'm alone Friday is the day before I will cook you diner Saturday is hopefully Sunday when you think of me I am bored to death How can I believe you When you don't even understand You make me You make me... You make my heart spin round I am paralized by the words I hear I spell your name and back again I want to have you all around I want to catch your orange brown...
Twinky
Twinky don't cry I've got a lot under my shoes Like pencils and cartridge and money And dracula, dracula I'm getting undressed And taking pictures of you In my head In confeculation I'm walking in my bare feet I'm walking though nails and spoons and I'm too naked, I'm too naked I'm too naked, I'm too naked I'm too Solve up eyes Wind rush through you I'm getting undressed And taking pictures of you In my head In confeculation I'm walking with my bare feet I'm walking though nails and spoons and I'm too naked, I'm too naked I'm too naked, I'm too naked I'm too I'm too naked, I'm too naked It's me naked I'm too naked, too naked I'm too naked, too naked I'm too naked, too naked I'm too naked, I'm too naked I'm too naked
Cells
Underwater lies my sense Gonna get em all Or maybe not Like the whirl you're nice and cozy Hold my breath Why? Why? Do you make me warm? Underwater moving slowly Down an island Make me happy Warm later maybe Then I'll be hot Your cells find you in the water Maybe not Maybe so Light and warm I give up I give up Underwater Lies sense Smaller than I am Warm later now Or maybe later Then you'll call my name Barely numb I like the smell of your skin Meanwhile down I'm motavated Maybe later May Can be numb Cannot be numb Oooh Maybe not I can be now Yet Maybe later Underwater Underwater Underwater Underwater
Capsule
Bloem : Yes and I can see a lick Of gold traveling I know it is a sugarbeam It suckles me inside like a capsule It is traveling inside you are pink intestines guts And wandering around as if the goon was made of gum Bloem & Les Claypool : Spider, spider, spider Les Claypool : Moan mister molecule is driving his tomatostick And I can't find my gun No I can't find my gun He's eating all my vegetables I wish that I could make him splash But I can't find my gun! No I can't find my gun Bloem : Scratchy makes me paranoid I know he is a liar And he makes me want to fuck with him As if he was the sun from every seed We must be watching him His graces are too big And I don't know what I should do with him I think he is too big Bloem & Les Claypool : Spider, spider, spider Les Claypool : Moan mister molecule is driving his tomatostick And I can't find my gun! No I can't find my gun He's eating all my vegetables I wish that I could make him splash! But I can't find my gun! No I can't find my gun Bloem & Les Claypool : Moan mister molecule is driving his tomatostick And I can't find my gun No I can't find my gun He's eating all my vegetables I wish that I could make him splash But I can't find my gun! No I can't find my gun Bloem : Master hisss don't frame me I I,I,I don't want to lose you with Your tongue you can embrace me Every time you feel the urge Don't forget to drive the Rosafund Calypso says Bloem & Les Claypool : 'I look like Albert Sexamonia' Bloem : I think she speaks the truth
Cherubine
Ruby, ruby Is scratching a moonbeam Screaming a sunbeam Flirting around Ruby, ruby You are my mother You are my daughter The sun doesn't know How delicious you are Kissing the sun and the sun goes down Making each day Ruby, ruby Skating provoking Fornikating iceskating Come floating(?) down now I am your father I am a mother You are my little prize(?) in curls How delicious you are Smiled at the frog(?) and the sun goes down Making each day You go out and I can smell those sounds Cloud inside And are you whispering something happens again Making each day Ruby, ruby Want to be you I want to feel your breath Make me a mother Make me a father Make me a fucking prize(?) in curls How delicious you are Smiled at the frog(?) and the sun goes down And making each day Bright Ruby, ruby Your rays are delicious I am to owe you The sun doesn't know
Pirates
All night, All night I've been shaking around like a leaflet Oh my God, oh my God What's so cruisn' And so these adventures I'm lame and you're Disgusting around Spoon my eyes Spoon my mouth Spoon my belly and darkness and quite I'm alone, I'm alone Oh yes I'm motivated League a, lite on When you leave and you like the resemblance Wipe your nose Get me out I won't soothe you up a new kitchen Again, again Hold me out and dance with the devil Again, again I got so God loose Whistle Whistle around My God I am no God Listen Listen over Dance in the eye lite An icon than the coozias Easy says and then he get plushed Oh my Oh my cookie You're body is such sensation Got my bag and deserve You press my eyes and then I get cocky Low glide Low glide when you muscle me I got so spongy Over and out and then... Oh yes, oh motivated I get so Oh yes I get so loose... ???????
Under pale sween rivers under extracts of blue Voluntrocities I wonder and I ask myself could this Be it? and the gloomy 'swounds' of sudden eruptions With viny acclimation stops it slides Me back and tells me it's allright Seashell eyes Moony gloom I like your hair Velocity Mellow stuff in my belly and Where do I go with my weary head My weary head A retreat to a place called Zink my nostrils Shake as I smell the ink and I love it it is Dark but still delicious I like the smell I shake and curl and wrinkle and wrinkle and stop Thinking and wrinkle and wrinkle and wrinkle and wrinkle Seashell eyes Moony gloom I like your hair Velocity Mellow stuff in my belly and Where do I go with my weary head My weary head... Does it go in between? where do I stand In colluminity? or, for this it is capturing And flintely good to have your face in my head. Seashell eyes Moony gloom I like your hair Velocity Mellow stuff in my belly and Where do I go with my weary head Seashell eyes Moony gloom My weary head... I like your hair Velocity Mellow stuff in my belly and Where do I go with my weary head My weary head, my weary head... Armage
I want to get my baby Done for the day He's much nicer than I am And quicker than slow To get down to my nylons Lay all your armage on And learn I give up I learn you How to use your tongue You're mine wacked cold You are now the only one Who knows where I am Gonna get up to myself And watch Then, my baby When I get When I get When I get home Call me hard my baby Is why I cannot refuse He's much nicer than I am And crazy bundle When I will call Catch a crow You get your ??? You know what ??? You'll ,you'll, you'll be gone Silver when I come home. When...where... ....
Ice and angels
Sounds of earthquakes I'm mousy Out in the valley skape We are off but it's over here We should My 'gintay' Sounds of earthquakes I'm 'eluced' we're holding Out in my trailpark It satisfies me I know He's a magnet I'm awakened shivering me buy me in I belong you I belong here I belong with you We belong with you I belong with you I belong with you With you. Kettles an kittles and bagpipes, my And thunders and races oly clouds Ice and meeting cold I'm a leaf Moon Ice and angels Ice and angels... Pink Serenity
I may be just a moody goon I mean I am a you I only are you and you hurt me come here here we Are come 'buy' me over your tea you make me So 'emblematical' you make me complete through Any coast through any colour you break a moon To me you pour the kickle on me you bring The sun you bring me pink serenity. I will always be there I will always be there to hold up You know the clouds will disapear When you are near Just enter honey I need to have you by me Need to be beside you need you have you over me well I know You make it good yeah well I know you make it good I need To have you by me I need to be beside you so Rhaouh! over me through any coast through any Colour you break a moon to me you pour the Kickle on me you bring the sun you bring me Pink serenity. If you ever lay a finger on my left Side if you ever lay a finger on me I will Open even if you let me oh no I will Pass you by you know me I will pass You by you know me I know you make it good Yeah well I know you make it good Rhaouh! I will pass you by You know me I will pass you by You know me....