Under influences
Alternative rock with post-punk and indie influences. Distorted electric guitars play driving eighth-note rhythms and melodic lead lines. A picked electric bass follows the guitar chord progressions. Drums feature a steady backbeat with prominent crash cymbals and open hi-hats. Male vocals are delivered in a mid-range baritone with a slight grit. The arrangement includes clean guitar arpeggios in the verses and thick, overdriven textures in the choruses. 145 BPM, Key of E Major.
Under influences
Alternative rock with post-punk and indie influences. Distorted electric guitars play driving eighth-note rhythms and melodic lead lines. A picked electric bass follows the guitar chord progressions. Drums feature a steady backbeat with prominent crash cymbals and open hi-hats. Male vocals are delivered in a mid-range baritone with a slight grit. The arrangement includes clean guitar arpeggios in the verses and thick, overdriven textures in the choruses. 145 BPM, Key of E Major.
Lyrics
Boulevard deserted after rainfall
Cigarette ash mingles with café crumbs
The dictionary between us remains closed
Words too heavy to pronounce
I collect fragments of conversation
Like Baudelaire gathered his Flowers of Evil
The distance between languages
Creates a wound of its own
Under influences
Melancholy in translation
Distortion pedal pressed to the floor
My accent bleeds through these words
As autumn bleeds into winter
I speak in borrowed syllables
But my thoughts remain ailleurs
Metro tickets yellowing in coat pockets
Remind me of places I've tried to abandon
The cassette player devours Verlaine's verses
While I chase guitar tones across the Channel
The Seine and the Thames carry different ghosts
But drowning feels the same
The distance between languages
Becomes a home of its own
Under influences
Melancholy in translation
Distortion pedal pressed to the floor
My accent bleeds through these words
As autumn bleeds into winter
I speak in borrowed syllables
But my thoughts remain ailleurs
Rimbaud whispers in my headphones:
Je est un autre
Smith and Morrissey taught me
How to wear this alienation
Like a second skin
Exile within language itself
The most intimate of departures
Le plus intime des départs
Chalk cliffs of another country's shore
Appear through morning fog
I carry dictionaries instead of maps
Lost in the suburbs of meaning
Where every mistranslation
Creates a world of its own
Under influences
Melancholy in translation
Distortion pedal pressed to the floor
My accent bleeds through these words
As autumn bleeds into winter
These borrowed syllables now mine
Though my thoughts remain ailleurs
Toujours ailleurs