I have a recommendation that honestly, I had a hell of a time finding access to for myself. It's not anywhere nice online. I had to buy the compact disc to enjoy it for myself on the album Morning, Noon, & The Nite-Liters. This song has a sick, sick groove, high falsetto accent vocals, and a saxophone that rips over the brass section. It’s undeniably energizing and catchy even just repeating the one line “If You Were My Woman.” Everything fits in line with the chorus seemingly singing for this one man expressing his soul for for this lady he’s in love with. The saxophone is the poetry, and it seems like it’s talking for the man. The song ramps up from there and the more I listen to it, the more I get chills. It’s not perfectly played, as you hear flubs in the bass line, but you wouldn’t change a thing. This community is making music together inspired by someone’s one, true, love.
Brother by The Okee Dokee Brothers
Just has that casual local band that’s grooving vibe. Fucking kicking it with your pals. The Okee Dokee Brother’s name is hokey because they are actually a kid’s band and this is a kid’s song. However, I find myself listening to them when I’m alone, because really they’re just a good folks/half bluegrass band that really focuses on simple songs that focus on melody and lyrics. They have a natural acoustic vibe at all times and you can’t deny they’re a pick-me-up kinda sound.
I just love the connection to nature and this song in particular they nail the harmonies that have unique enough voices where you can clearly distinguish each singer’s voice. Maybe one of my favorite aspects is that they cover a lot of extremely old American folk songs, like Big Rock Candy Mountain and King Kong Kitchie Kitchie Ki-Me-O, but you really can’t tell a difference between those and they’re original songs.
Shape of You by Ed Sheeran
One of my favorite songs by Ed Sheeran. The mallets are so iconic in the beginning for a song that, yes, is pop, but it also works as a rock song in a way. The way the melody always continues and flows is amazing, especially when paired with the remarkable dancing in the music video, which is an excellent music video. They keep adding these little things that you fall in love with, one intimate layer at a time, which alone feels like falling in love. Then he’s talking about the shape of his lover and enticing without being overtly profane. There’s something about the whole song that just reminisces that intimate attraction, love, and lust all piled up into a pop song. Ed Sheeran has a lot, but this could easily be considered his best.
What’s amazing when watching him live, is that you think he couldn’t match the production value of his pop records in a stadium, but the thing is he builds the songs live with the loop pedal. The way that he builds it live is just the same way, adding layers at just the right time to build to a climax and he always leaves a song short wanting you more. The thing is, this song’s recorded version makes you wanting more at almost 4 minutes. I still can’t decide if this song leans more love or lust.
No Problem by Chance the Rapper feat. Lil' Wayne & 2 Chainz
When I heard Chance’s Coloring Book for the first time, I couldn’t believe my ears. Every individual sound on the album was crystal clear. It didn’t matter how many instruments, or voices were brought into the mix. They just laid next to each other bouncing and harmonizing. There is no track that epitomizes that layering of sounds than No Problem which has the biggest ear worm I’ve heard created in the last ten years.
Chance the Rapper
Almost every time I listen I get the chills. It’s like if Kanye’s amazing ideas had perfectly rounded edges, but then you get the attitude of the chorus and it flows so smoothly into Lil’ Wayne. I can’t even believe that’s Chance’s voice at the beginning. It’s just so much attitude that reveals so much emotion that’s inspiring and joyful. Even 2 Chainz comparing an emotion to diarrhea feels empowering and joyful.
I think the amazing thing about the song is it keeps the emotion up for 5 minutes straight. So much so I almost never listen to it once, which is not my M.O. There’s something about any song that Lil Wayne comes in to lay down some words. He wanders so far, but always fits the vibe by staying nonchalantly in time.
Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers by Kendrick Lamar
I love that opening track. He’s always so psychedelic, but after listening to Section 80 many times, and Pimp the Butterfly, this album from the get go with United in Grief got me more than anything else I’d listened to because it’s less busy and it’s mixed so his voice lays on top of everything else instead of an experimental sound scape his lyrics are encoded in. My favorite part of United In Grief though is definitely that jazz piano and playing with the classical bowed strings is lovely. There’s still almost no structure and it floats like a dream from one spot to another, but the voices you hear are clear and in focus.
Before I move on, I have to say the photograph album cover is so beautiful. Family in beautiful browns and whites is so endearing as it doesn’t scream rich, but in modern days when rich people seem to try to hide their wealth, it doesn’t seem poor either. It’s a simple house where Kendrick is crown as King and his walls have ripped off paint from where the previous occupants of the room may have tore things off of the wall. Simple living with a beautiful family, but still looking good.
In general the album is pretty consistent with its sonics. Lots of piano, reverses and bowed strings.
Album cover of Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers
Father Time is pretty powerful. Kendrick doesn’t reveal specifics in action from his father, but he reveals a specific in emotion. This track builds really well.
I really like the slow down of Auntie Diaries. I love how he talks about his relatives and notes how his relative’s reality conflicted with his words in school. I think it doesn’t take sides, it just expresses an experience. It’s very modern. The ending to the track is pretty cool. If anything, like the discussion being had, it makes you think. In the end the words we chose have different meanings to different people. Things recorded live in time and that meaning may change. If anything it feels like looking straight at the word faggot. I didn’t choose those words randomly either.
The thing I again really enjoy about this album is that you can actually concentrate on his voice. It’s just such a relief after listening to his early albums that I usually never wanted to get all the way through. This one I relate to much more, I’d choose it as an entry point to start to like Kendrick.
Mother I Sober, I like it, as it’s simple with a gentle delivery that doesn’t pull you closer, again, just states. The whole album feels like an artful documentary, maybe like Montage of Heck about Cobain. That is until it talks about the sexual abuse of all the rappers he knows. It’s like he wakes up at times after a drifting dream in tracks like this, Father Time and We Cry Together.
About to Die by The Dirty Projectors
This I believe is my favorite by The Dirty Projectors. Again, poppy, precise, with space. Plenty of experimental sounds including the featured drums that sound like bubbles. They also throw in a breakdown of bowed instruments after pizzicato strings throughout the rest of the song that reminisces The Beatle’s Sgt. Pepper and Yellow Submarine strings back in the 1960’s after modern recording techniques throughout. I love the classical, clapping, and electronically manipulated music all with a wondering-non melody that explodes into a real catchy almost screaming melody in the chorus.
But the chorus isn’t normal either as you hear the female voices come in with scaling harmonies that can’t sit still. This song plays in my head as Snow White meets the queen from Alice in Wonderland.
Nel blu, dipinto di blu by Domenico Modugno
Nel blu, dipinto di blu is likely more well know as Volare. If you haven’t heard this song before, it’s about time. I think it’s likely the most famous song Italians have ever produced that doesn’t have an operatic voice singing it. Nel blu, dipinto di blu is a beautiful, surreal song that inspires with the sustained vowels sung by Modugno during the chorus.
Modugno’s from the south and often sung about typical life and was kind of funny. His other music is much more locally silly with sort of country Italian living at the forefront of his lyrics.
Volare charted #1 with a memorable harp that makes it the whole song seem fairy tale like, otherwise it has a big band sound run by the piano. It’s so easy to sing along, so I’m sure if you listen a few times you’ll be singing the pre-chorus with anyone you have around you, as it’s easy there are just Oh words, “Volare” (to fly), “Oh,” and “Cantare.” And of course, I love the lyrics, it’s about looking into a lover’s eyes and getting lost in a dream.
I think a dream like this would never happen again
I painted blue my face and hands
At an instant, a wind took me then
as I began flying in the sky that doesn’t end
To fly, oh-oh
To sing, oh-oh-oh-oh
In blue painted blue
up above, I’m happy, it’s true
And I flew, happily
Past the sun and even further away
Below, the world became smaller and went astray
just for me, music played sweetly
To fly, oh-oh
To sing, oh-oh-oh-oh
In blue painted blue
up above, I’m happy, it’s true
But every dream disappears with the sunrise because
When the moonsets it takes with her what was
to dream in your beautiful eyes, I continue
Like stars in a sky that are blue
To fly, oh-oh
To sing, oh-oh-oh-oh
In blue painted blue
up above, I’m happy, it’s true
And I continue to fly, happily
Past the sun and even higher
While the world became smaller and disappeared,, way down there
just for me, music played sweetly
To fly, oh-oh
To sing, oh-oh-oh-oh
In your eyes so blue
I’m happy to be down here… it’s true
In your eyes so blue
I’m happy to be down here with you… it’s true
Au Claire de la Lune by MC Solaar
My 2nd favorite song of MC Solaar’s which comes immediately after the Si On T’demande on Chapitre 7. I almost always listen to the two songs together, sometimes on repeat.
Au Claire de la Lune uses the French Folk song and lullaby that has lyrics about a person left outside at night asking to come in. In MC Solaar’s version of the song we hear his version of that played over the lullaby referring always back to the kid soldiers that were well documented in Africa. There were movies like Beasts of No Nation that would come out in the coming years covering the same topics.
The beat is relaxing, but somehow menacing with the harmonies of the keyboards and chorus of women singing in the background where you get this sad, melancholic treatment of color. On top of that, MC Solaar’s delivery is varied, mostly in rhythm. He has this sort of wave of talking steady where he slowly goes up in emphasis before he cools it down at the end of his phrases. He’s just a great storyteller who makes everything rhyme and again here uses many pop and international geopolitical references.
My favorite part is where he says he’s talking to the left, the right, the center (moderates), then he breaks the rhyme to say we need to reconsider our attention to think about child soldiers. He does it once again to end the song saying what’s necessary are the kids’ minds to save the child soldiers.
Below is a translation of the lyrics, only the first few words are in English:
Six in the morning (in English)
First thing are errands
If you like to be in a hurry
if you like to be on top of things: run!
The little girls aren’t pagans
when they roll around Citroën
And aren’t of Virgin Mary’s
when their husbands are in Ferraris
At the bottom of the class are the idiots that watch like an eagle
They insult the teachers and take from Steven Seagal
They speak of their certain future
between themselves and tell you: shut up
Or maybe it’s bro what up,
Or family, or I’m listening to a single
The valors of the golden sheep
are violence and wads of cash
The class:
breaks wind at the peep shows in Las Vegas
One mustn’t ask why Benoît said to Aïda
That Adidas and Puma busts 10 times more than Al Qaïda
This loving chick I chose as a mentor
Asked for help for herself and for Darfour
I don’t want to wear the hat, man,
you’re not Madame de Fontenay
But there’s Britney’s life,
so please take your BATNA (best alternative to a negotiated agreement)
Idi Amin Dada in Uganda there’s teens marching in step
Some thing think to escape, but won’t be adept
They dream of playing dada
but there they play AK
Enrolled in force
We must save the child soldiers
Fuck the bluff!
The chicken came before the egg
Eight before nine
and then PIF (Public Investment Fund) before Titeuf (comic book series)
For the cop chick with a cute caboose
We celebrate the coup
We protect the success
of not being weighed down by being rough & tough
We try to struggle against Global Warming
Man, thirst pulled the lever
Now, under the sun, we’re full of cans
The gadgets of China and the kids of Djen Chao Ping
Are powerful persuasions for SS20-Pershing (ballistic missile)
But I’m not Garcimore with a rabbit in my hat
It’s written in the Thai chronicle comics of police
Like Soumahoro said, if there’s words are a knife
It’s that I woke up with a booboo
So the hippie goes beddy-bye
The gladiator’s sword is close to my gut
So, to the demons, I say, “Man, Fuck!”
To Nokia I have Pinocchio that told me
Deuclo (shoe brand) is too early
I speak to the right
I speak to the left
I speak to the center
We need to recenter the ball
And concentrate on the child soldiers
If I were in Hamburg
He would say, “I am a hamburger.”
And his word would make butter, buzz, and biz
We can kill the sacred cows
To clone the double cheese
I would’ve been strong to resist
But I’m not accomplish
at building myself up
when my backpack weighs me down
I speak to you too about teens
Not every case is full of sleaze
You can tell me the hobo
That wears a watch from Rado
The people are not the public
And the public aren’t people
It’s Heckel and Jeckel corrected by Proctor & Gamble
It’s not management’s that’s compulsory
It’s moving that’s mandatory
The kids’ meninges are necessary
To save child soldiers
Quelqu'un M'a Dit by Carla Bruni
This is an album I listened to on repeat when I was learning French. Carla Bruni became famous for her looks as a model as a striking blue-eyed beauty who was one of the most famous supermodels in France. She’s Italian & French but lived mostly in France and worked as a French model. She then showed she was more than just a pretty face when she released this incredible soft rock in 2003. She became even more famous marrying the president of France, Nicolas Sarkozy in 2008.
Quelqu’un M’a Dit is full of acoustic guitar and her voice almost whispering in tune with one of the sexiest voices of all-time. She speaks clearly without power, but as she says several times in her lyrics, with caress. I listened to walking in the forest near my house and at night before bed learning French through her poetry and clear enunciating. Also the guitars on the album are sick, the drums rest perfectly helping you mosey through the album and the strings support the entirely light structures to sturdiness.
She wrote the majority of the songs, although she doesn’t play instruments too much, her lyrics are very personal and talk about love and romance. The combination of the gentle guitar, her sexy voice, and the poetry made for a surprisingly powerful debut. I love the distortion slide guitar solo on Le Ciel dans une Chambre which fits perfectly in on a majority acoustic guitar album.
Because of her background as an Italian, she also does a popular Italian song, Il Cielo in una Stanza, and translates the lyrics to French, but still repeating lyrics in it’s original Italian form.
I could go through every song and detail why the lyrics are incredible. But here’s one: Le Toi du Moi is a standout as she just compares things in sets of 2 over and over showing the relationship of her and her lover, one even being “you’re the Beauty and I’m the Beast… I’m the sage and you’re the fool…” It’s very honest saying with the comparisons of words, including intimate sections like, “you’re the whore, and I’m the pass…” where she whispers it. Putain the word she uses for “whore” can also mean “bitch, or fucker”, but she’s being very coy. She ends with “you’re my love, you’re my love.”
I’ll leave you with just the translation of the titles of the songs.
Quelqu’un M’a Dit - Someone Told Me (her biggest hit about gossip and hearing someone still loves her)
Raphaël - Raphael (about an old lover)
Tout le Monde - The Whole World
Le Noyée - The Drowned Girl
Le Toi du Moi - The You from Me
Le Ciel dans une Chambre - The Sky in a Bedroom (talks about beautiful nature scene she experiences from her bed with her friend, this is the Italian cover)
J’en Connais - I’m Familiar with It
Le Plus Beau du Quartiet - The Most Beautiful in the Neighborhood
Chanson Triste - Sad Song
L’excessive - The Excessive
L’amour - Love
Le Dernière Minute - The Last Minute
Carla Bruni tried to break into the English market with covers and adaptations of famous poets, but those albums are not nearly as good and feel forced. Here she actually reveals what love means to her whereas the other albums felt more like commercial endeavors.
Hiding Places by Kenny Segal & Billy Woods
The first song, Spongebob reminds me of a mix of Connan Mockasin’s album Caramel mixed with some Harold Budd ambient music while they rap over it. It’s psychedelically a unique vibe carried throughout the album. The mood is similar to that 1990’s freaky rap and especially similar to Cypress Hill & Aesop Rock who both come from further out places in and around New York City.
In Checkpoints Billy Woods sounds more like Jay-Z in his delivery. I really love how the crash cymbals play with the bass on that song,
Bedtime & Crawlspace fall more into an MF Dooom vibe it seems, but it still holds that darker Vince Staples vibe. If any of you from Minnesota have heard of Heiruspecs, I think the attitude here matches that kind of excitement in music you don’t always hear.
Thank god for sax and reed instruments in Speak Gently. They make me feel alive and in nature and they saved me a bit from the beautifully painted wasteland of the rest of the album. It’s also odd how there’s an elephant at the end of the track. This album reminds me more and more of Vince Staple’s “Summertime '06” album where, likewise, a locality is painted in audio in black & white. This land makes you feel uneasy at first, but it becomes too familiarly a dystopian home that feels cozy enough to stay in, as it's just the right temperature here.
Si On T'demande by MC Solaar feat. Bambi Cruz
I love MC Solaar. He’s likely my favorite rapper next to Aesop Rock & Jay-Z. The amazing thing about him is he tells stories like Country music, but still has that swagger. He’s a bit boring in concert, but his albums are insane. Born Dakar, Senegal at a young age he’s credited with popularizing rap in France. This song Si On T’demande (If We Ask You) is my favorite song from my favorite album, Chapitre 7 (Chapter 7). His flow is sick, he mixes it up, yet its seamless. He also has an unreal step in from featured artist Bambi Cruz.
My favorite part from the song is the delivery from Bambi Cruz “Les gens qui ment, on les tics n’est ce pas?” That means “People who lie have tics, no?” While he delivers that line he cracks his voice which seems like a mistake, but it’s him indicating his tick, showing he’s lying. He does this “cracking of his voice” earlier in all his question lines earlier in beginning his stanzas. Should we believe anything he says? It’s brilliant.
This song is less a story, but more of him showing his skills and dissing some random person who’s never named. In between insulting the nameless dude’s intelligence, and/or inexperience, and/or maybe it’s just unwillingness to be willing or able to share something about deep about himself. MC Solaar & Bambi Cruise walk around whoever that nameless guy is with their flow and incredibly varied knowledge about the world. They artistically reveal what they care about as older, wiser men. MC Solaar wanted to save the world but says he’s really just living. Bambi Cruz talks about being old, expressing how he sees interactions between women and men, and many other thoughts that come from his smart observances on the world he knows well.
The great thing about this rap is that not using anyone’s actual name to diss, they’re sort of dissing anyone else who isn’t them, especially young kids coming into the rap game. The rhymes are so sick we agree with them and declare them the winners of this fictional rap battle without knowing or caring who the nameless person is or if they did their (rap) battle before or after this song.
I have listened to this song just on repeat over and over and every verse blows me away every time and the chorus gives me chills. Even though the mandolin really carries the beat, that fucking flute doesn’t hurt either.
French lyrics translated to English
Bold are the words Bambi Cruz cracks his voice with this delivery
MC Solaar
I wanted to change the the world like Bono & Yoko Ono
That without making clowning around, the masculinity or bonobo
I hideout in the streets like a functionaire of Beauvau (street in Paris)
Listening to Kid Loco, Powo Wow, and Lil’ Bow Wow
I loved K. Solo, Holiday of Monsieur Hulot
The scratches of DJ Polo, the nerve of Nico Hulot
Well ahead of No Logo, I believe that I was eco
Because I lived through Seveso, Chernobyl, and then Amoco
Claude-Claude, M-M, C-C, So-So, la-laar
oft-oft, en-en, two-two, time-times over just one, which it restarts
Maybe that secret can prepare Raffarin 2012 (presidential candidate)
Maybe the bamboo crisis is caused by Bambi Cruz
Now, I’ll break it down: the girls want big jugs
The men become crazy, they have photos of Rocco (famous movie)
Liquid flows, think solid, Alstom (railroad manufacturer)
The gas state are the words for Gazprom (Russian Energy Company)
Chorus
If we ask you?
Well, you say you don’t know!
If we ask you?
Well, you say you don’t know!
If we ask you?
Well, you say you don’t know!
If we ask you?
Well, you say you don’t know!
Bambi Cruz
Call me Submarina because the taffy is what me make in loucedé (secret Parisian language)
In order to breath fresh air in our area
One asks myself often,
Bambi Cruz, tell me what’s up?
The good pieces are more rare than the hair on our heads
Seriously, is God dead? More hardcore
The seasons disappear in the Quartier Nord at Vercors (neighborhood in Paris at a mountain range)
Because mamas come from Panama savor my banana
Escalade like the ones that climb Himalaya
devour it like a Tagada (amusement ride)
Then they come to do dada on daddy
The most attractive pappa as the last Prada
The people who lie have ticks, no?
If we ask you? Well, you say you don’t know!
Chorus
If we ask you?
Well, you say you don’t know!
If we ask you?
Well, you say you don’t know!
If we ask you?
Well, you say you don’t know!
If we ask you?
Well, you say you don’t know!
There are more zeros behind their Euro
and even more they’re happy
Dude, you’re not zero net
we can save the planet
without making chicks
The Bible is the calculator
Chorus
If we ask you?
Well, you say you don’t know!
If we ask you?
Well, you say you don’t know!
If we ask you?
Well, you say you don’t know!
If we ask you?
Well, you say you don’t know!
Bambi Cruz
When we debark at the park in a 4x4 just chatting,
it claps. So, what’s that brand?
Chorus
If we ask you?
Well, you say you don’t know!
If we ask you?
MC Solaar
Name, Last, Age, Profession, Sex, or Religion?
Well, you say you don’t know!
Bambi Cruz
Are you brunette or blonde, skinny or round, dumb or the Mona Lisa?
Chorus
Well, you say you don’t know!
MC Solaar
Even if you know who’s going to win the World Cup and the lads ask you
Chorus
Well, you say you don’t know!
MC Solaar
If a dude in a parka approaches you and asks your name,
Well, you say you don’t know.
Song: La Flaca by Jarabe de Palo
La Flaca has a classical coastal vibe. Of course this song is catchy, the rhythm and lead guitar drive the thing, and the drums constantly slap you in the face to keep movin’ on the dance floor, but the lyrics really push this for me song over. That and the constant change in delivery and flow of the song.
In the life a woman known as the Skinny Girl
Coral black from Havana, extremely mulatto
A hundred pounds of skin and bone, forty kilos of Salsa
And in her face two suns that speak without words
Speak without words
The Skinny Girl sleeps during the day, they say that’s how she gets hungry
And when the night fals, she descends to dance with the glass
To dance and dance, and drink and drink
One beer after another, but she never gains weight
But she never gains wait
Chorus
For one kiss from the Skinny Girl, I’d give everything
For one kiss from her, I’d give everything
For one kiss from the Skinny Girl, I’d give everything
For one kiss from her, even just once
Even just once
Soaking wet are my white sheets, like the song says
Remembering the caresses that brought the first day
And I’m becoming insane trying to win favor to sleep by your side
Because, God, this skinny girl makes me crazy
She makes me crazy
Chorus
Chorus
The song may sound a bit misogynistic, which it is a bit. However, this guy singing is infatuated with this party girl who seems to be hiding so much of her life that she ends up burying some pain it each night in drink and dance. He knows her well. If he’s a friend or an acquaintance, we can’t quite tell. But it’s obvious that he wants more.
La Flaca is a song of intrigue where the lyrics give you just enough of the story to want more. The harmonies lift you through the end, repeating the lyrics, “Even just once.”
I love it.
Song: What He Wrote by Laura Marling
I was introduced to this song by a former love interest. What He Wrote by Laura Marling has such a mood. The lyrics carry it, as its a woman recounting the end of one relationship that cut her deep, she constantly is reminded of him referring to a letter the man wrote. She starts of by saying she had nothing to say after the devastation, but then goes to tell the rest of the story, a bit ironically. Yet you don’t feel that irony at all, the listener only falls into her sorrow that cuts much deeper than melancholy. She expresses a regret that she doesn’t quite place what she actually regrets or what she would have changed, I think because she loved the relationship how it was. So in lieu of regret she immediately talks of real anger of when she fought the man that she fell for when he left and broke up with her, choosing war over her.
Laura seems to relate both of the men in her life in a perfect light. She in turn seems to see herself as the broken one. This leads to the men in her life having some kind of control over her. The only thing they can’t seem to control is her emotions and feelings that seem to be untamable.
Laura’s in love with the man who left her alone, but respects the man she’s with. The idea is that there are these 2 lives she could have had: she’s living one, and the other is with the man she truly loved. This new man forgave her, but the scent of the first man holds her memory, which is so lustful that you can almost imagine the sins that she constantly accuses herself of.
The song feels like another version of Sisyphus, but instead of a rock, there is this forever longing that plagues our singer, the hopeless romantic, of a life torn away from her due to war.
I learned this tune on guitar way back when and listened to it on repeat and have never gotten sick of it.
Song: Quand Je Marche by Camille
Performer: Camille
Composer: Camille Dalmais
Here’s one of my absolute favorite songs, it’s actually much longer than presented on Spotify, it’s normally 39 minutes, mostly of a drone that represents the album which is called “Le Fil” which means “the wire” or “the line” in this case it’s the through “line” this drone that’s meditative, this drone starts the album. But they cut it off on Spotify, because Spotify’s lame. The whole album is A Cappella except for a bass line. The bass line in the song is sick. The lyrics are so beautiful. Here’s the lyrics translated to English:
“When I walk, I walk.
When I sleep, I sleep.
When I sing, I sing
I let myself go
When I walk, I walk straight.
When I sing, I sing nude.
and when I love, I only love you.
When I think of you, I can’t sleep
Chorus
I’m here
I’m inside
I’m at the edge
I definitely won’t mock myself
‘Understand,’ you told me
’the world’s song.’ Hence, since then
When the sun rises, I am there
And when the night falls
I fall as well
Chorus
When I’m hungry, you nourish me
The howl of the dog, then the rain
When you leave, I wait here
I let myself go
And I forget you”
In the real song there’s an Easter egg at the very end of the drone in the album which is a huge payoff where Camille basically they said she couldn’t do an album like the one you just heard, but she says it’s false, it’s false.