| Song | Corpus Chant |
| Artist | Benoît Pioulard |
| Album | Précis |
| If they're always reticent to believe | |
| There is gasoline on the crest of the hill | |
| What will straining lines of five years deign to leave | |
| As the tissues are broken down & the flame burns the will | |
| Writ in edges, made amends it hums a single note to me | |
| Burrs on clothing & a heat stroke of desiring still | |
| Clear the brush & flora to ascend to plant an apple tree | |
| & what the deer don't get, the rabbits surely will |