ODD TO LOVE

by Tenedle - Album 2015

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    Sussurround is proud to
    announce the release of Tenedle’s new beautiful album ‘Odd to love’ a tribute to Emily Dickinson. The album is a 12 songs composition
    written and produced by Tenedle on poems of the American poet. An intimate
    uncompromising work, a unique experience among
    electronics and songwriting, featuring contributions from Bert Lochs on
    trumpet, flugelhorn and baritone horn.

    Includes unlimited streaming of ODD TO LOVE via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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SUSSURROUND Live & Records is proud to announce the release of Tenedle’s new album "Odd to love" 12 new song composed on poems by Emily Dickinson, a tribute to the great american poet.
‘Odd to love’, sixth studio long release and first “in english” album by Tenedle, it’s an uncompromising work, his recognizable style between songwriting and electronic-experimental music gets more intimate and explore the world of one of the most fascinating and mysterious figures of 19th century. Featuring contributions of Bert Lochs (trumpet, flugelhorn, baritone horn) ‘Odd to love’ own a peculiar atmosphere.

SUSSURROUND Live & Records è orgogliosa di annunciare l'uscita del nuovo album di Tenedle Odd to love 12 nuove canzoni composte su poesie di Emily Dickinson, un omaggio alla grande poetessa americana considerata non solo una delle scrittrici più sensibili di tutti i tempi, ma anche una delle più rappresentative.
‘Odd to love’, il sesto disco in studio e primo ufficiale "in inglese" per Tenedle, è un'opera senza compromessi, lo stile personale del cantautore fiorentino, tra elettronica sperimentale e canzone d'autore, si fa più intimo ed esplora stavolta la poesia di una delle figure più affascinanti e misteriose dell’800. Ospite straordinario Bert Lochs (tromba, flicorno ed eufoni).


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released September 21, 2015

Music by TENEDLE
Poems by Emily Dickinson
Produced by TENEDLE
Featuring BERT LOCHS
Executive produced (support) TOM BAK
Cover Art direction and graphics by TENEDLE
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Tenedle Amsterdam

Songwriter producer performer and writer, born in Florence (It) , but now lives and works in Holland. From the second half of the eighties, Tenedle was a member of the italian electronic new wave. In 2010 TENEDLE released his last album GRANCASSA.
Alongside the new album Tenedle is touring with his new performance EGOCENTRIFUGO.
Actually working on his new album

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Track Name: All we know of love
ALL WE KNOW OF LOVE

Had I not seen the Sun - 1233

Had I not seen the Sun
I could have borne the shade
But Light a newer Wilderness
My Wilderness has made—

It’s all I have to bring today - 26

It’s all I have to bring today —
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.

That Love is all there is - 1765

That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love;
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove.


Poems by Emily Dickinson
Music by TENEDLE
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Track Name: I cannot dance upon my toes
I CANNOT DANCE UPON MY TOES

I cannot dance upon my Toes - 326

I cannot dance upon my Toes —
No Man instructed me—
But oftentimes, among my mind,
A Glee possesseth me,

That had I Ballet knowledge—
Would put itself abroad
In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe—
Or lay a Prima, mad,

And though I had no Gown of Gauze—
No Ringlet, to my Hair,
Nor hopped to Audiences—like Birds,
One Claw upon the Air,

Nor tossed my shape in Eider Balls,
Nor rolled on wheels of snow
Till I was out of sight, in sound,
The House encore me so—

Nor any know I know the Art
I mention—easy—Here—
Nor any Placard boast me—
It's full as Opera—


Poem by Emily Dickinson
Music by TENEDLE
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Track Name: The brain is wider than the sky
THE BRAIN IS WIDER THAN THE SKY

The Brain is wider than the Sky - 632

The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will contain
With ease—and You—beside—

The Brain is deeper than the sea—
For—hold them—Blue to Blue—
The one the other will absorb—
As Sponges—Buckets—do—

The Brain is just the weight of God—
For—Heft them—Pound for Pound—
And they will differ—if they do—
As Syllable from Sound—


Poem by Emily Dickinson
Music by TENEDLE
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Track Name: He put the belt
HE PUT THE BELT

He put the Belt around my life - 330

He put the Belt around my life—
I heard the Buckle snap—
And turned away, imperial,
My Lifetime folding up—
Deliberate, as Duke would do
A Kingdom’s Title Deed—
Henceforth—a Dedicated sort—
A Member of the Cloud—

Yet not too far to come at call—
And do the little Toils
That make the Circuit of the Rest—
And deal occasional smiles
To lives that stoop to notice mine—
and kindly ask it in—
Whose invitation, know you not
For Whom I must decline?


Poem by Emily Dickinson
Music by TENEDLE
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Track Name: My life had stood a loaded gun
MY LIFE HAD STOOD A LOADED GUN

My Life had stood a Loaded Gun - 764

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -
In Corners - till a Day
The Owner passed - identified -
And carried Me away -

And now We roam in Sovreign Woods -
And now We hunt the Doe -
And every time I speak for Him
The Mountains straight reply -

And do I smile, such cordial light
Opon the Valley glow -
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let it’s pleasure through -

And when at Night - Our good Day done -
I guard My Master’s Head -
’Tis better than the Eider Duck’s
Deep Pillow - to have shared -

To foe of His - I’m deadly foe -
None stir the second time -
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye -
Or an emphatic Thumb -

Though I than He - may longer live
He longer must - than I –
For I have but the power to kill,
Without - the power to die -


Poem by Emily Dickinson
Music by TENEDLE
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Track Name: If you were coming in the fall
IF YOU WERE COMING IN THE FALL

If you were coming in the Fall – 511

If you were coming in the Fall,
I'd brush the Summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
As Housewives do, a Fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls---
And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fear the numbers fuse---

If only Centuries, delayed,
I'd count them on my Hand,
Subtracting, til my fingers dropped
Into Van Dieman's Land,

If certain, when this life was out---
That yours and mine, should be
I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,
And take Eternity---

But, now, uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goads me, like the Goblin Bee---
That will not state--- its sting.


Poem by Emily Dickinson
Music by TENEDLE
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Track Name: Love thou art
LOVE THOU ART

Love thou art high — 453

Love—thou are high—
I cannot climb thee—
But, were it Two—
Who know but we—
Taking turns—at the Chimborazo—
Ducal—at last—stand up by thee—

Love—thou are deep—
I cannot cross thee—
But, were there Two
Instead of One—
Rower, and Yacht—some sovereign Summer—
Who knows—but we'd reach the Sun?

Love—thou are Veiled—
A few—behold thee—
Smile—and alter—and prattle—and die—
Bliss—were an Oddity—without thee—
Nicknamed by God—
Eternity—


Poem by Emily Dickinson
Music by TENEDLE
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Track Name: Make me a picture of the sun
MAKE ME A PICTURE OF THE SUN

Make me a picture of the sun - 188

Make me a picture of the sun—
So I can hang it in my room—
And make believe I'm getting warm
When others call it "Day"!

Draw me a Robin—on a stem—
So I am hearing him, I'll dream,
And when the Orchards stop their tune—
Put my pretense—away—

Say if it's really—warm at noon—
Whether it's Buttercups—that "skim"—
Or Butterflies—that "bloom"?
Then—skip—the frost—upon the lea—
And skip the Russet—on the tree—
Let's play those—never come!


Poem by Emily Dickinson
Music by TENEDLE
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Track Name: Of all the sounds
OF ALL THE SOUNDS

Of all the Sounds despatched abroad - 321

Of all the Sounds despatched abroad,
There's not a Charge to me
Like that old measure in the Boughs—
That phraseless Melody—
The Wind does—working like a Hand,
Whose fingers Comb the Sky—
Then quiver down—with tufts of Tune—
Permitted Gods, and me—

Inheritance, it is, to us—
Beyond the Art to Earn—
Beyond the trait to take away
By Robber, since the Gain
Is gotten not of fingers—
And inner than the Bone—
Hid golden, for the whole of Days,
And even in the Urn,
I cannot vouch the merry Dust
Do not arise and play
In some odd fashion of its own,
Some quainter Holiday,
When Winds go round and round in Bands—
And thrum upon the door,
And Birds take places, overhead,
To bear them Orchestra.

I crave Him grace of Summer Boughs,
If such an Outcast be—
Who never heard that fleshless Chant—
Rise—solemn—on the Tree,
As if some Caravan of Sound
Off Deserts, in the Sky,
Had parted Rank,
Then knit, and swept—
In Seamless Company—

Poem by Emily Dickinson
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Track Name: These fevered days
THESE FEVERED DAYS

We talked with each other about each other – 1473

We talked with each other about each other
Though neither of us spoke —
We were listening to the seconds' Races
And the Hoofs of the Clock —
Pausing in Front of our Palsied Faces
Time compassion took —
Arks of Reprieve he offered to us —
Ararats — we took —

These Fevered Days - 1441

These Fevered Days — to take them to the Forest
Where Waters cool around the mosses crawl —
And shade is all that devastates the stillness
Seems it sometimes this would be all —


Poems by Emily Dickinson
Music by TENEDLE
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Track Name: This consciousness
THIS CONSCIOUSNESS

This Consciousness that is aware - 822

This Consciousness that is aware
Of Neighbors and the Sun
Will be the one aware of Death
And that itself alone

Is traversing the interval
Experience between
And most profound experiment
Appointed unto Men —

How adequate unto itself
Its properties shall be
Itself unto itself and none
Shall make discovery —

Adventure most unto itself
The Soul condemned to be —
Attended by a single Hound
Its own identity.



Poem by Emily Dickinson
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Track Name: Bring me the sunset in a cup
BRING ME THE SUNSET IN A CUP

Bring me the sunset in a cup - 128

Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps —
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!

Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs —
How many trips the Tortoise makes —
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!

Also, who laid the Rainbow's piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite —
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?

Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who'll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity?

This is my letter to the world – 441

This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me —
The simple News that Nature told —
With tender Majesty

Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see —
For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —
Judge tenderly — of Me

Poems by Emily Dickinson
Music by TENEDLE
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