Presqu’île – 2020

Press review


“[…] un univers ultra référencé et pourtant singulier. On pourrait citer la truculence d’Amanda Palmer (Dresden Dolls) sur Chiaroscuro ou l’errance de Presqu’île entre brumes trip-hop et martialité tendre.

[…] Presqu’île, ce premier EP, laisse une frustration dans le creux de l’oreille, l’envie d’en découvrir plus de cet univers, ce qui n’est rien de plus que l’annonce d’une réussite.” ”


Grégory Bodenes, Magic Revue Pop Moderne, mars-avril 2020.

Lyrics

1. Presqu’île

I’ve been forging ahead,
traveling in search of my promise land,
escaping from you.
 I’ve been sailing away to the horizon the sun kissing my head, water stroking my hand.
 And still I can feel you pulling the string.
And still I can choose to breathe in and out

Breathe in and breathe out.
Breathe the pain in and out.
Breathe it all in and out.
Breathe you in and breathe you out

 La vie défile mais tu restes ma presqu’île.
Quoi qu’il arrive j’esquive l’autre rive.
Nous avons fait d’un château de sable une forteresse imprenable.
Ce qui devait rester un mirage est devenu le plus long des voyages.

 I’ve been forging ahead,
traveling through badlands, deserts, mountains,
escaping from you.
I’ve been sailing away through rough seas to see my tears
carried away and melt into the ocean in a last dramatic act of passion 

Breathe in and breathe out.
Breathe the pain in and out.
Breathe it all in and out.
Breathe you in and breathe you out

 La vie défile il est temps de prendre exil.
Quoi qu’il arrive je dois gagner l’autre rive.
J’emporte avec moi tout ce qui m’appartient de toi
pour me réchauffer quand j’aurai froid.

2. Chiaroscuro

You’ve been like heaven, You’ve been like hell.
You’ve been this love you’d never let her hope to tell. 
The love she saw the light of, right in your eye
to be aborted before it could thrive. 

You made her feel like heaven, made her hurt like hell.
You’ve been her morning prayer and her evening spell. 
You’ve been a teacher, you’ve been a liar, you’ve been her dream, you’ve been a team, you were…

Chiaroscuro, clair-obscur, la noirceur et l’enluminure.

You’ve been a mentor, You’ve been a child.
You’ve been so everywhere she never got to hide.
You’ve been a miracle and sacrifice,
constantly hesitating between fire and ice.

You made her feel like heaven, made her hurt like hell.
You’ve been her morning prayer and her evening spell. 
You’ve been a teacher, you’ve been a liar, you’ve been her dream, you’ve been a team, you were…

Chiaroscuro, clair-obscur, la noirceur et l’enluminure.

3. Taste

Taste his look. Watch the smell of his neck.
Ear the taste of his tongue

You’ll discover someone you thought never to be found

Scratching his nose it blows, wither as a rose.
Sticking his eyelash tears wash pupills whitewash

Opening his heart it beats then take a flight
butterfly in the night

Taste the smell of warm coffee. See the beauty of that
little nothing you found along your way… 
Smell this fresh june morning as Clarissa would say…

You will touch what you thought you could never grasp