We Don’t talk about Mallarmé by PatRixx (Cover) (1.12x) (1.06x) (R)
A dark house creation with a spacious introduction opens with swirling synth pads and subtle guitar arpeggios. The verse builds with textured percussion and mellow bass, flowing into a rich chorus of harmonized vocals and dreamy keys. The bridge contrasts with agressive drums before a lush, layered finale.
We Don’t talk about Mallarmé by PatRixx (Cover) (1.12x) (1.06x) (R)
A dark house creation with a spacious introduction opens with swirling synth pads and subtle guitar arpeggios. The verse builds with textured percussion and mellow bass, flowing into a rich chorus of harmonized vocals and dreamy keys. The bridge contrasts with agressive drums before a lush, layered finale.
Lyrics
I hold matter to be but idle vain forms
— and yet so vast in import that we have invented God and our own soul. Vast indeed, my friend! To such a point that I long to behold this spectacle of matter, conscious of its own existence and yet, as though possessed
, soaring upward toward a dream it knows to be nothing
— a dream that nonetheless sings of the soul and of the divine impressions akin to it, hoarded within us from time immemorial, proclaiming these glorious falsehoods before the Nothingness that is Truth.
Such is the framework of my book of verse; perhaps it will even bear this title: The Radiance of Lies
— or The Resplendent Lie. And I shall sing, as a man in despair
Bridge
Oui, je le sais
, nous ne sommes que de vaines formes de la matière, mais bien sublimes pour avoir inventé Dieu et notre âme.
Si sublimes, mon ami! que je veux me thunder ce spectacle de la matière, ayant conscience d'être et, cependant, s'élançant forcenément dans le
Rêve qu'elle sait n'être pas, chantant l'Ame et toutes les divines impressions pareilles
Fade out
qui se sont amassées en nous depuis les premiers âges et proclament,
Breakdown
devant le Rien qui est la vérité, ces glorieux mensonges!
Outro
Tel est le plan de mon volume lyrique et tel sera peut-être son titre, La Gloire du mensonge , ou Le Glorieux Mensonge . Je chanterai en désespéré!
[END].