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Honest to Myself 5:060:00/5:06
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Unsaid 4:340:00/4:34
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Reveries 4:120:00/4:12
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Old Tapes 3:410:00/3:41
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Recollection 1:140:00/1:14
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0:00/3:35
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Campfire 2:430:00/2:43
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Distant Signals 2:560:00/2:56
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Frayed 2:220:00/2:22
THROUGH THE CRACKS
LYRICS
Release date - 10th May 2024 via
Flake Records (Japan)
Clever Eagle Records (USA)
Disque Ardent (France)
Emergence Records (France)
HONEST TO MYSELF
I only wish I could still mean just something to someone.
Memories are creeping under my skin.
They could have started a riot in my head
You left me alone, all alone
I only wish I could,
I only wish I could still mean
I only wish.
When there was not a single cloud
You used to say that we’d always be friends
(always be friends)
Now it’s all, all for the best,
And time has shaped that distance between us
(between us)
In springtime, I’m staring at the window,
Hoping for better days…
There’s a million questions I want to address
It seems that they will stay
Buried in my head, buried in my head
What if I'm being,
What if I'm being honest ?
What if I'm being honest to myself ?
I still want to care about shit & friends
I still wanna hear your voice echo in silent streets and creep under my skin
I could never find your voice, in silent streets
City lights, a sunset full of deep regrets
How could I not wonder what you have become
and where you live now.
We've been through the deepest things
What if I've left some part of myself in one of our memories ?
There’s a million questions I want to address
It seems that they will stay
Buried in my head (buried in my head)
What if I'm being ?
What if I'm being honest ?
What if I'm being honest to myself ?
UNSAID
I can't recall of any of the talks that we had
that could have helped me clean all these corners in my head.
I can't go blind and forget these bad rows that we had
that could have helped us grow like small birds who have fledged.
Deep inside,
As always,
We'll be fine…
But how ?
Somewhere, how ?
Somehow…
How ?
Somewhere, how ?
Somehow…
Please talk to me when you are, so down,
Please talk to me when you are.
If I could find and bury these obsessions that I have,
That could have helped me clean all these corners in my head.
If I could find and bury these obsessions.
All these unsaid things.
All these unsaid things that are so hard to feel.
All these unsaid things.
All these unsaid things that we cannot deal with.
All these unsaid things.
All these unsaid things that are so hard to live with.
All these unsaid things.
REVERIES
Driving past homes, streets, cafés,
I can't really make the difference,
I've been asleep for countless days.
How many times have I been stuck in reveries ?
How to work this out all alone,
if I'm supposed to stomach the same patterns, every day.
The more I grow up, the more I pass out.
I'm sitting here, on the same bench,
Catching up with some old friends,
Reminding me whom I don't want to be.
every now and then
every time I least expect
every time I least expect
every now and then
every time I least expect
every time I least expect
There is a plant blooming, blooming inside me.
There is a plant blooming, blooming inside me.
How to work this out all alone ?
Driving past homes, streets, cafés,
I can't really make the difference,
I've been asleep for countless days.
How many times have I been stuck in reveries ?
OLD TAPES
Here’s where I sail
Here’s where I sail
Diving in a lake
At the bottom, there is a chest,
Wondering what’s in there sometime
I spent days swimming in that lake
Thousands of hours drowning in my head
I was looking up, trying to escape
My thoughts always stick around me
Can I get rid of them please ?
Let’s play, again all these old tapes
Rewind, I haven’t heard them yet
Let’s play, again all these old tapes
Rewind, I haven’t heard them yet
I spent years swimming in that lake
Millions of hours drowning in my head
I was looking up, trying to escape. Trying to escape
I was looking up, trying to escape
My thoughts always stick around me
Here’s where I sail
Here’s where I sail
Here’s where I sail
Here’s where I sail
RECOLLECTION
Way back when the sun warmed up my head
But since that day, since that bright light
I could not feel, feel alive and fill my eyes
Since that time, I could not think straight again
It’s all I had, lost somewhere
When was the last time the sun was warming my skin ?
Maybe one day, Maybe one time,
I will feel it, warm my chest
ISABELLA BIRD’S LAST JOURNEY
Unclear language, voice starts to hoarse
Now she’s dealing with an old remorse.
She still wants to explore,
She cannot walk,
The flowers fade,
She hears no sound
What about - if I still want to fill my eyes,
With scenes I've never seen ?
She still wants to explore,
She cannot talk,
Her senses fade,
She hears no sound,
‘Cause I still wanna be your star,
As the forest seems further,
And the landscape is getting smaller,
There's still some land
I want to discover,
it will unveil in front of my eyes,
I could never be the person that I wanted,
And, I'll never get this right,
All the questions in my head,
Will I - ever have the answers?
Birds singing the same songs on the same stumps,
She’s hoping for a visit,
Does she even exist ?
What about - if I still want to fill my eyes?
With scenes I've never seen ?
CAMPFIRE
Rainy winter sundays.
Playing notes on the floor of a tiny bedroom.
A time when nothing was an obstacle.
It's not a smell, it’s not a sound,
It's more like a small campfire, in your tummy.
Turning the TV on,
On winter sundays
Playing notes on the floor of a comfy bedroom.
A time when nothing was an obstacle.
Head glued to that bus window,
like every Wednesday,
Unrequited love, left outside
Each time,
I'm sitting in this train,
I just can't sleep,
And I can find a dozen reasons to get me back to these
Winter sundays.
Playing notes on the floor of a tiny bedroom.
A time when nothing was an obstacle.