Illusions by Elliott Armen
Écrite dans une petite vallée portugaise au bord de la mer, cette chanson mêle guitare et pianos à ses rugissements. Le son des choses auraient-il ses raisons ? Le vent chanterait-il son souffle dans un but précis ? Le recul que nous fait prendre l’étendue bleue lorsque notre regard s’y dépose, démêlant lentement les voiles d’illusions qui nous enveloppent.
Tracklist
| 1. | Illusions | 4:40 |
Lyrics
There’s a sound coming from the valley
It’s the roar of the sea
Waves crashing down
In the dark
How can it be ?
It’s getting closer Lonely on the hill
The rain is coming over We don’t know how we feel
Are the flowers really bending Towards the sun ?
Is the wind blowing for a reason Or is it all illusions ?
There are trees
Building a canopy
Is the time ?
Is the time really running ?
It’s getting closer Lonely on the hill
The rain is coming over We don’t know how we feel
Are the flowers really bending Towards the sun ?
Is the wind blowing for a reason Or is it all illusions ?
Some sounds are fading
It’s the dying sea
Some things went missing
Is it the way it should be ?
The rain is coming over We don’t know how we feel
Are the flowers really bending Towards the sun ?
Is the wind blowing for a reason Or is it all illusions ?
Or is it all illusions ?
Credits
License
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Elliott Armen, a 25 year old author and composer, grew up between Paris and his natal land, Saint-Malo in Brittany.
In the footsteps of Elliott Smith, Sufjan Stevens and Andy Sauf, this young Briton mixes the sounds of the guitar and the piano with his own original voice thus building an intimate atmosphere which oscillates between density and lightness, always rooted between the sea and the land