À la Alouette
Modern Classical ambient layered with organic field recordings, orchestral textures, and evolving electronic elements. Begins raw and acoustic, with pastoral instruments like solo cello, flute, and earthy percussive sounds (stones, bones, wooden knocks). Shifts gradually into an industrial folk phase with metallic clinks, looped mechanical rhythms, and distant machine hums. Eventually blossoms into ambient house with glitched choral samples and digital textures, blurring the line between beauty and dystopia. Feels like a folk tale told through time — earth to factory to cloud.
À la Alouette
Modern Classical ambient layered with organic field recordings, orchestral textures, and evolving electronic elements. Begins raw and acoustic, with pastoral instruments like solo cello, flute, and earthy percussive sounds (stones, bones, wooden knocks). Shifts gradually into an industrial folk phase with metallic clinks, looped mechanical rhythms, and distant machine hums. Eventually blossoms into ambient house with glitched choral samples and digital textures, blurring the line between beauty and dystopia. Feels like a folk tale told through time — earth to factory to cloud.
Lyrics
This song began as a reimagining of the French nursery rhyme "Alouette," where a lark is plucked feather by feather. Originally a simple work song.
"À la Alouette" follows that journey — from rural necessity to polished consumption, into the strange comfort of digital detachment.
What begins as a song of survival becomes a song of forgetting.
À la alouette — like the lark. Or according to her.
❤️🔥Thanks for listening ❤️🔥
Intro – Soft, ghostly French vocals, childlike tone
🇫🇷 Alouette, gentille alouette
EN Lark, gentle lark
🇫🇷 Alouette, je te plumerai
EN Lark, I will pluck you
🇫🇷 Je te plumerai la tête
EN I will pluck your head
🇫🇷 Et le cœur avec, en secret
EN And your heart as well, in secret
Chorus – Light melody, sounds innocent
À la alouette, sing your song so sweet
Pluck me in the daylight, hollow out the beat
Smiling while you take it, pixel by regret
We all forget — à la alouette
Verse 1 – French, bittersweet
🇫🇷 Dans les champs, elle chantait
EN In the fields, she sang
🇫🇷 Avant l’usine, avant le net
EN Before the factory, before the net
🇫🇷 Ses ailes dansaient sur le vent
EN Her wings danced on the wind
🇫🇷 Avant les chaînes, les écrans
EN Before the chains, the screens
🇫🇷 Mais maintenant c’est une chanson
EN But now it is a song
🇫🇷 Que l’on vend sous un nom
EN That we sell under a name
🇫🇷 Des plumes d’or sur les étals
EN Golden feathers on the stalls
🇫🇷 Un chant d’espoir devenu banal
EN A song of hope made trivial
Chorus – Slightly more layered, harmonies emerge
À la alouette, sing your song so sweet
Pluck me in the daylight, hollow out the beat
Dressed in dopamine, feathers on cassette
We all forget — à la alouette
Verse 2 – English – darker tone creeping in
She once was joy in open air
A fluttered laugh, a farmer’s prayer
Now she's built from polished chrome
Feeds you songs from glass and stone
She’s watching you — with open beak
Each tweet you chirp, each time you speak
A million wings in neon light
And every one consumes a bite
Bridge – whispered, glitch rhythm
Peck the truth, peck the lie
Peck until you don’t know why
Peck your face and peck your name
Peck your dreams to keep you tame
Chorus – Darker harmony, slowed beat
À la alouette, sing your song so sweet
Tangle up my timeline, bind me in repeat
Feeding from the silence, data silhouette
We all forget — à la alouette
Verse 3 – French – uncanny feel
🇫🇷 Elle vole sans battre d’ailes
EN She flies without beating wings
🇫🇷 Pas d’ombre, pas de ciel
EN No shadow, no sky
🇫🇷 Un chant dans chaque oreille
EN A song in every ear
🇫🇷 Mais personne ne se réveille
EN But no one ever wakes
🇫🇷 On lui a donné nos clés
EN We gave her our keys
🇫🇷 Nos souvenirs, nos pensées
EN Our memories, our thoughts
🇫🇷 Elle chante quand on se tait
EN She sings when we are silent
🇫🇷 Et danse sur ce qu’on était
EN And dances on what we once were
Final Chorus – slowest, reverbed
À la alouette, sing your song so sweet
Code me in your image, till I'm obsolete
Smile through the static, sell me my regret
We all forget — à la alouette