In 1999 Beate was asked by Bugge Wesseltoft to make a record for Jazzland rec. He gave her freedom to make the record she wanted. Beate meant that the best way to really make a record of her own was to make it completely by herself - composing, arranging, text writing, programming, recording and producing. Since she had a studio at home, she would do as much as possible there, on her own Macintosh computer.
After a while Marius contributed more to the creation of the record. Dividing up the labour, Marius took care of the groove elements and Beate was in charge of the melodies, harmonies and lyrics, with some exceptions both ways. Since the work was done in private surroundings, the record was entitled “Home”. Most of the recordings were done in Beate’s 6 meters flat in Oslo except for the strings, vibraphone and drums, which were done in Bugge’s room (Bugge Wesseltoft's studio).
Because of the co-operation between Beate and Marius, the project name “Beate S. Lech” was abandoned and “Beady Belle” was created. Beady Belle worked solidly on this record for one and a half years.
Pillory-like
Beady Belle Lyrics
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She wears her sweater inside-out
She's bewildered and led astray
She brought the wrong books for school today
Her black umbrella is opened up
She hasn't noticed the rain has stopped
She talks with people who aren't there
Like melted chocolate ice
Like withered edelweiss
She's winged and yet she flies
Like a naked clown lacking her disguise
She is grateful for the clouceur
But the prize is not for her
She's laid open to attack
When the door locks behind her back
As she waves her magic wand
there's a whisper of despond
She is painfully unaware
That the rabbit isn't there
The lyrics of Beady Belle's song, "Pillory-like," narrate a tale of a restless and confused individual who seems lost in her own world. The first verse describes her unconventional attire, with her sweater on inside-out, and the fact that she brought the wrong books to school. These quirky details reveal her, either deliberate or subconscious, defiance of norms and conventionality. The second verse presents an image of this personivity being absent-minded, with her black umbrella still open despite the rain having stopped. She talks to people who do not exist and wears glasses even when they are not needed. The melody that accompanies the lyrics is jazzy, with slow and mellow beats, giving the song a melancholic vibe.
The next lines of the song compare the woman's character to certain objects or images. Her personality is like melted chocolate ice or a withered edelweiss, imperfect and unreliable. She has wings, and yet, she does not know how to fly. Her personality is ambiguous, like a naked clown without a disguise, revealing true emotions and feelings without any attempts to hide them. The woman seeks solace in the clomping of the rainfall, but the prize is not for her. She is vulnerable and exposed, open to attack, with hard times waiting for her.
The song's lyrics imply that the woman is searching for something, represented in the lyrics as a magician's wand. However, her pain and despair go unnoticed. The woman seems unaware of her presence in the real world and chased an imaginary rabbit who is not there. Overall, the song suggests that the person is lost and confused, with the melody and the lyrics accentuating a mood of uncertainty and detachment, appealing to those who have experienced or currently feeling this way.
Line by Line Meaning
She roams restlessly about
She moves around aimlessly and without purpose.
She wears her sweater inside-out
She is disheveled and doesn't pay attention to details.
She's bewildered and led astray
She is confused and lost in her own thoughts.
She brought the wrong books for school today
She doesn't plan ahead and makes careless mistakes.
Her black umbrella is opened up
She holds onto things she no longer needs.
She hasn't noticed the rain has stopped
She is unaware of her surroundings and misses important details.
She talks with people who aren't there
She has imaginary conversations with herself.
She looks through glasses she doesn't wear
She has a distorted view of reality and sees things that aren't there.
Like melted chocolate ice
Her emotions are mixed and confusing.
Like withered edelweiss
Her beauty has faded and she feels insignificant.
She's winged and yet she flies
She has the potential to soar, but is held back by her own limitations.
Like a naked clown lacking her disguise
She feels exposed and vulnerable, without her usual façade.
She is grateful for the clouceur
She is thankful for the respite from difficulties.
But the prize is not for her
She doesn't receive the recognition or reward she desires.
She's laid open to attack
She feels exposed and vulnerable to criticism.
When the door locks behind her back
She feels trapped and unable to escape from her problems.
As she waves her magic wand
She tries to escape her problems through imaginary means.
there's a whisper of despond
She feels hopeless and defeated.
She is painfully unaware
She is unaware of her own limitations and shortcomings.
That the rabbit isn't there
Her dreams and fantasies won't come true no matter how hard she tries.
Contributed by Mia M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Cristina
thanks for uploading this <3