La courbe de tes yeux - Paul Eluard
New wave rock, post-punk, blues-tinged Parisian rock, distorted electric guitars with chorus and flange, rhythm guitar with tight up-stroke accents, deep bass line slightly overdriven, dry snare and sharp hi-hat with compressed punch, steady kick drum, short tom fills, analog synthesizer with slight vibrato and stereo spread, subtle organ pad underneath, lead voice raspy and emotional with slight delay and plate reverb, background voices masculine and unison doubling on refrains, occasional female harmony high register, reverb tail accentuating nostalgia, stereo panning creating urban space feel, faint city ambient noises and echo of street sounds, guitar solo using pentatonic scale and wah-pedal accent, final coda fading into echo of sustained chord
La courbe de tes yeux - Paul Eluard
New wave rock, post-punk, blues-tinged Parisian rock, distorted electric guitars with chorus and flange, rhythm guitar with tight up-stroke accents, deep bass line slightly overdriven, dry snare and sharp hi-hat with compressed punch, steady kick drum, short tom fills, analog synthesizer with slight vibrato and stereo spread, subtle organ pad underneath, lead voice raspy and emotional with slight delay and plate reverb, background voices masculine and unison doubling on refrains, occasional female harmony high register, reverb tail accentuating nostalgia, stereo panning creating urban space feel, faint city ambient noises and echo of street sounds, guitar solo using pentatonic scale and wah-pedal accent, final coda fading into echo of sustained chord
Lyrics
Intro
Instrumental interlude
La courbe de tes yeux fait le tour de mon coeur,
Un rond de danse et de douceur,
Auréole du temps, berceau nocturne et sûr,
Et si je ne sais plus tout ce que j’ai vécu
C’est que tes yeux ne m’ont pas toujours vu.
Bridge
Instrumental interlude
Pre Chorus
Feuilles de jour et mousse de rosée,
Roseaux du vent, sourires parfumés,
Ailes couvrant le monde de lumière,
Bateaux chargés du ciel et de la mer,
Chasseurs des bruits et sources des couleurs,
Bridge
Pre Chorus
Parfums éclos d’une couvée d’aurores
Qui gît toujours sur la paille des astres,
Comme le jour dépend de l’innocence
Le monde entier dépend de tes yeux purs
Et tout mon sang coule dans leurs regards.
Instrumental interlude
End