lyrics
Beneath the Nothern White Stars, my glass is filled with sparkling lights. Lightning has struck my thoughts, although I know gods are gone, and gnomes have taken their place in those plasticine houses I built.
Our daddy’s drunk ; incapable of controlling us, he lost his head and he is now heading for the sea. See how he tumbles down, drowning among a devoted crowd of dwarfs and pixies.
I watch you from a hidden place facing the dotted wall-paper ; permission is asked to look at your face, as you walk along the edge of the room, hiding your beauty behind a mask : “Ask me now, if you dare !”.
Give me your hand
For this tedious waltz
For my pain is much to deep.
Give me your hand
Let us go back and forth,
Turning ‘round and ‘round.
So I put on my eyeglass, glancing at your shyness nestled behind this discoloured dress you wear. “Where is the time when wine was no cause of despair ?”.
Your eyes, hidden behind a veil, vainly try to avoid mine. I know I shouldn’t torment or haunt the purest mind, but wine has told me to. And you, what did he tell you ?
Give me your hand…
credits
from
Eva King,
released December 29, 1995
Jean-Philippe Van Cauteren : clavier, chant, basse, percussions
Pierre Christophe : basse, chant
Laurent Leemans : chant, clavier, guitare électrique
Nicolas Dernoncourt : percussions, clavier, chant
Sarah Turine : violon, clavier, chant
Thibaud Latour : guitare classique et électrique, chant
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