Monstres
dark nu-gaze indie pop, eerie lullaby, twisted nursery rhyme mid-tempo, experimental trap-influenced beat with irregular glitch FX, stuttered kicks, crisp claps and dry snares, washed-out electric guitars drenched in reverb and delay, creating lush swirling shoegaze textures, plucked toy piano and detuned music box melodies weave a childlike yet haunting atmosphere, swirling synths with subtle saturation, warped modulation and glitchy pitch bends add uneasy layers, deep round bassline grounds the track under fragmented noise, delicate female vocals, soft, breathy, almost whispering, occasionally glitch-processed or cut-up, with sly theatrical inflections blending innocence and discomfort, overall vibe is hypnotic, sinister and unsettling, like a corrupted fairytale music box drifting through a hazy nu-gaze dreamscape
Monstres
dark nu-gaze indie pop, eerie lullaby, twisted nursery rhyme mid-tempo, experimental trap-influenced beat with irregular glitch FX, stuttered kicks, crisp claps and dry snares, washed-out electric guitars drenched in reverb and delay, creating lush swirling shoegaze textures, plucked toy piano and detuned music box melodies weave a childlike yet haunting atmosphere, swirling synths with subtle saturation, warped modulation and glitchy pitch bends add uneasy layers, deep round bassline grounds the track under fragmented noise, delicate female vocals, soft, breathy, almost whispering, occasionally glitch-processed or cut-up, with sly theatrical inflections blending innocence and discomfort, overall vibe is hypnotic, sinister and unsettling, like a corrupted fairytale music box drifting through a hazy nu-gaze dreamscape
Lyrics
Verse 1
Un, deux, trois, j’compte les monstres,
Qui squattent et crient dans ma tête.
Un, deux, trois, mon esprit sombre,
J’pensais y arriver, mais j'étais pas prête.
Chorus
Tourne, tourne, tourne encore,
Brûle tout, mais c'est ok.
Danse, danse, danse encore,
Puis laisse-moi là, encore bloquée.
Verse 2
Un, deux, trois, j’fais des grimaces,
Pour qu'ils me lâchent un peu.
Un, deux, trois, j'aimerais qu'ils se cassent,
Mais j'crois qu'j'ai besoin d'eux.
Bridge
J’les repousse...
Puis j’les retiens…
J’file en douce...
Puis j'y reviens...
Verse 3
Un, deux, trois, j’me parle tout bas,
Quand je sens qu'ils se rapprochent.
Un, deux, trois, ils crient en moi,
Et à chaque fois, ça m'écorche.
Chorus
Tourne, tourne, tourne encore,
Brûle tout, mais c'est ok
Danse, danse, danse encore
Puis laisse-moi là, encore bloquée.