1. |
Spectator
03:54
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Something is shaking
under your skin
No time for thinking
Making the best score
It’s fast but sore
But they need more
All of the gold stars dont fill the hole
They say you need magnesium
Pleasure is gone
But self control is part of the role
Beware, beware
Beware, beware
Watching yourself as a spectator
Smiling in the picture
Like a frog
Almost hot
Slumbering night and day
Spinning on the merry-go-round
« Entertain me till I'm bored.
Neon god, Take care of my thoughts
I am all yours ! »
Beware, beware
Beware, beware
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2. |
Mermaids
05:11
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Soul take thy risk
With death to be
Were better than
Be bot with thee
I am the most tired woman in the world.
I am tired when I get up.
Life requires an effort I cannot make.
Please give me that heavy book.
I need to put something heavy like that on top of my head. I have to place my feet under the pillows always, so as to be able to stay on earth. Otherwise I feel myself going away, going away at a tremendous speed, on account of my lightness.
I must be a mermaid.
I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
Things are calling me away.
My hair is being pulled by the stars again.
As soon as I utter a phrase my sincerity dies, becomes a lie whose coldness chills me.
Don't say anything, because I see that you understand me, and I am afraid of your understanding.
I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one!
I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe.
I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you.
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Waves
04:09
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I’ve forgotten everything
I threw the old stones off
Unborn dreams can rise in your arms
All that is not mine, can sink
Swallowed in your hearbeat
Bringing back the missing parts
And the broken pieces together
And in the depth, Rest
When, the waves
wash over me
and take the reins
I’ll be swimming in the dancing scales
And a river of blood
will flow through me
And time will have no boundaries
All will be embraced
in your waves
Alll will be embraced
in you waves
All the fears
Disappear
All the tears
When you are here
All the fears
Disappear
All the tears
When you are here
In the sound of your breathe I hear
The forgotten melodies that only children listen to
Too long I’ve been carrying
A dead rabbit in my throat
Dreaming to be swept away
Far far from the wild boar and from the wasteland of my cold thoughts
Ghosts come back from the past to be forgiven
Ghosts come back from the past to be forgiven
In the trough of the waves
All will be embraced
Les fantômes du passé reviennent pour se faire pardonner
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4. |
Whisper
03:47
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A whisper, from the willow
Says it’s time to go
Scared of your own shadow
Can’t follow the flow
The others’ desires
Tears you in two
You dont know
Where you go
Till you say « No »
You’re now
So close to the goal
Will you follow ?
You’re now
So close to the goal
Will you say no ?
A whisper, from the river
Says « this time, you go »
Scattered, you’ve only learned
To be a good soldier
The others’ desires
Kept away your fire
You don’t know
Where you go
Till you can say « No »
You’re now
So close to the goal
Will you follow ?
You’re now
So close to the goal
Will you say no ?
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5. |
The Wolf Song
06:58
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Night is falling
Butterflies still sleeping
This time, little girl will disobey
And through the forest, run away
She takes her scissors
To cut her bunches, one by one
Naked and Proud
Naked and Proud
Hold on, until you get back to the wild
Hold on, until you get back to the wild
But domesticated girl has lost herself
Asks for direction from the angry sheep
But behind their dry smiles
She sees violence in their eyes
She wants to come back
Starts to run but then hears a crack !
Turns back and sees
She is surrounded by a wolf pack
Bright eyes in the shade starring at her
The old one gives the girl a mirror
On the ground fall the scissors
Cause in the reflection she sees she has turned into
A wolf
Hold on, until you get back to the wild
Hold on, until you get back to the wild
Baby wolf can stand up now
Cause she find her tribe
And the strength
To be wild
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Mythie Lille, France
Writer, singer, and producer all at once, Mythie is one of the “sound witches”, those who research music as much as they’re making it. With her cinematic, dreamlike work, Mythie is making her way through the alternative electronic music scene in France. Taking inspiration from trip-hop, electronic pop, and minimal music, the artist welcomes us into her poetical and mystical world. ... more
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