EROTIC MARKET
Boredoms & Heartstrings

EROTIC MARKET
Boredoms & Heartstrings

Après deux opus sur le pouvoir (« Queendoms ») et sur l’ennui (« Boredoms »), Erotic Market entre en résonance avec ses propres créations pour une réappropriation inédite et combinée. Marine Pellegrini convie l’entremetteur-arrangeur Romain Dugelay dans cette quête brûlante, et celui-ci lui offre un tapis de cordes sensibles où s’allonger…

Avec le quatuor The Heartstrings Ensemble, la pop R’n’B d’Erotic Market revêt de nouvelles textures, et des titres emblématiques s’épanouissent dans ces relectures lumineuses. De la pop dilatée au classique ou du classique shooté au poppers… c’est au choix !

Line Up

Marine Pellegrini : chant
Yovan Girard : violon
Quentin Andréoulis : violon
Estelle Gourinchas : alto
Aëla Gourvennec : violoncelle

Conception

Marine Pellegrini : composition
Romain Dugelay : arrangements quatuor
Enregistrement : Julien Jussey
@ Mikrokosm Studio
Mixage : Julien Jussey
@ Mikrokosm Studio
Mastering : Stereophonic Mastering by Timothy Stollenwerk

Release

Format : LP
Type : Vinyle
Sortie : Mars 2021

Available on

Tracks

1. FORTUNE AWAITS 0:00
2. YOUR WATER 0:00
3. 30 SECONDS 0:00
4. LIQUID SUNSHINE 0:00
5. BACKFIRE 0:00
6. MAY I 0:00
7. SHOULD I 0:00
8. CINNAMON ROLLS 0:00

Line Up

Marine Pellegrini : chant
Yovan Girard : violon
Quentin Andréoulis : violon
Estelle Gourinchas : alto
Aëla Gourvennec : violoncelle

Conception

Marine Pellegrini : composition
Romain Dugelay : arrangements quatuor
Enregistrement : Julien Jussey
@ Mikrokosm Studio
Mixage : Julien Jussey
@ Mikrokosm Studio
Mastering : Stereophonic Mastering by Timothy Stollenwerk

Release

Format : LP
Type : Vinyle
Sortie : Mars 2021

Available on

Album review

  • «Le flow contemporain de Marine Pellegrini se mêle aux envolées du quatuor à cordes de Yovan Girard, Quentin Andréoulis, Estelle Gourinchas et Aëla Gourvennec. Depuis plus de quinze ans l'auteure, compositrice et interprète Marine Pellegrini navigue entre N’Relax & Bigre, Polymorphie et Erotic Market. Sa voix claire et agile emprunte tous les chemins, du classique à la pop en passant par le groove, le R’n’B, le jazz et le spoken word avec une aisance et une présence surprenantes.»

    —FIP / Mars 2021

Lyrics

  • 1. FORTUNE AWAITS

    Did you find me behind the trees
    Or deep down the swimming pool
    Were you looking for your keys
    You had lost once again you fool

    Did you look behind the curtains
    Or in your jewelry box
    Did you stick to your guns

    Did you have faith in it
    Or was it just for fun
    Were you about to give in
    Or were you waiting for your turn

    Did you drop your burdens
    In your jewelry box
    Did you stick to your guns

    Fortune awaits
    Lose control
    For those who wait
    They go through it all
    Fortune’s a waste
    If you need control
    Fortune awaits
    It’s within your soul

    DOn’t you think I was here
    Since the day you were born
    Just waiting for you dear
    To unfold your toxic bonds

    Did you put some myrtle
    In your jewelry box
    Did you stick to your guns

    Did you chose to ignore me
    When all was ready to burn
    You saw me in the mirror
    But said « it’s none of my concern »

    Did you put your burdens
    In your jewelry box
    You should stick to your guns

    Fortune awaits
    Lose control
    For those who wait
    They go through it all
    Fortune’s a waste
    If you need control
    Fortune awaits
    It's within your soul

  • 2. YOUR WATER

    Im the water that makes you move
    Cold and wild when you need it too
    I’ll dry your cries like windmills do
    Brave and shy when you need me to

    I’ll draw a line all around you
    Porous and sealed when you ask me too
    Through the navel some sounds are blue
    Loud and quiet you hear it too

    Im preaching when the day is through
    Only love can set the rules

    Two little chords are here for you
    p^reaching when the day is through
    No cage for them no ties no zoo
    Only love can set the rules

    Im your water
    Your swimming pool

    Only love can set the rules

    Im your water your swimming pool
    Warm and stil when you need me to
    I’ll dry your thirst just enough to
    See you leaving when you’re ready to

  • 3. 30 SECONDS

    3O seconds of nothing
    Could you stop your brain from thinking
    Would you mind a little resting
    there's so much lifetime waiting

    30 seconds of nothing
    I've stopped the heart, the heart from bleeding
    Have a little piece of mind blowing
    Have a little taste of easy living
    30 seconds of nonsense
    "Is it true that birds really love to dance"
    could this fall stand a chance
    to corrupt your balance

    30 seconds of blowing
    of pure flesh, of giving
    Of forgetting what's inside
    Of living with the tide
    Of faking to be immortal
    of ignoring our great fall
    of embracing one and all

    15 seconds of "forget to be
    that very tiny bet"
    15 seconds of Pure jump
    « what the hell if you may bump!"
    15 seconds of "Ok I'm about to do this baby"
    15 seconds of "let's go
    Grab my heart and walk on ya!"

    30 seconds of "don't miss
    that very very highest bliss
    don't forget to grab that kiss
    don't forget to forget their hiss"

    30 seconds of "this is
    who am I and i'm about to piss
    out of your " you ought to do this, should track this"
    I'll take the risk to jump down the bright abyss

    30 seconds of what's zero
    This is where i'm about to blow
    this is when there is no more
    any type of any kind of"what to do"

    30 seconds of chilling
    of pure heart, of melting
    of burying what's inside
    of walking on the stride
    of being immortal
    of ignoring our great fall
    Of embracing one and all

    Of embracing one and all
    of ignoring our great fall
    of revealing strong and tall
    of rushing into that wall
    of daring "screw you all"

    of overdrinking alcohol
    of it's time to be that bold
    of having no sharp goal
    of enjoying alarm calls
    of "I see you from above"
    "I can't hear you from aboard"
    "I'm a wreck i'm an idol"

    of diggin once own hole
    Of playing the leading role
    of being on the prowl
    of not asking for damn poll
    of loving life warts and all
    of gimme gimme some more
    of gimme gimme that roar

    You poor doggy silly brain
    You got no one but you to blame
    You're gnawing your thoughts to the core
    Then puke up and ask for more

    Damn doggy foolish brain
    You got no one but you to blame
    You're chewing your ball till it's done
    then puke it and squeal for another one

  • 4. LIQUID SUNSHINE

    Day dreaming I wasn’t even thinking of you
    As you turned off the light
    Day digging I wasn’t even thinking about you
    As you walked me by the line

    Dance me till I die
    Unfold my
    Hegemonic pride
    Liquid sunshine

    Day drifting
    I wasn’t even walking for truth
    As you dropped me off your life
    Day trippin
    I was precisely looking for glue
    As you broke the silent line

  • 5. BACKFIRE

    How can you see the difference between you and your ape like twin
    How can you know you make sense when you turn on the gasoline
    How can you stand the distance between you and this cash machine

    We’re sitting on a backfire
    Im’ sitting on a backfire

    How would you dance if you ‘d dance on lake of adrenaline
    What if it were that intense that you’d have to take off your jean
    What if you lose common sense when the muezzin starts to sing

    We’re sitting on a back fire
    Im sitting on a backfire

    How can you split your sufferance form the love of Mary-Magdalene
    How can you have the patience to dry tears on a tv screen
    Do they call it existence cause it takes strong will to live

    We’re sitting on a back fire
    Im sitting on a backfire

  • 6. MAY I

    May I offer my sex

    Stop by the stoup
    Take some holy water
    Sunday mass is about to begin

    Stop by the vault
    Say a little prayer
    Can you feel my cunt quivering

    Stop by the booth
    Drink all up the chalice
    Im all ears to absolve your sins

    May I offer my sex

    Stop by the book
    Dont judge me by the cover
    Midngith mass is about to be lit

    I’ll Stop by the rood
    Burn with mystic fever
    Look im surely about to give in

    Hum a Te deum
    Light the encense burner
    Can you feel my faith tottering

    May I offer my sex

  • 7. SHOULD I

    Should I militate
    Or Should I masturbate
    Should I go on strike
    Or Should I seek for likes
    Should I be angry
    Or let me be happy
    Should I commiserate
    Or overconsummate
    huh?

    Should I ethic-eat
    When I just crave for meat
    Should i fight for peace
    But not on sunday please
    We’ll have ’em bite the dust
    But take a selfie first
    Let’s break the rules
    But not if it breaks my balls
    huh

    Should I local-buy
    But gotta have those nikes
    Should I go to the polls
    when I dont give a fuck
    Can i be sorry
    In front of my TV
    Donate for endangered moles

    is it tax deductible?
    Shou-Shou-should I?
    At least I could Try
    but my oh my oh my
    I’m too selfish,
    am I?
    Do I overthink?
    that’s what told me my shrink
    Im too sympathetic
    or is it just pathetic ?

    Should I give him now?
    but can you tweet it now?
    Could U instagram
    Me helping out this gran
    Is that gratitude
    We’re seeking for dude
    a good opportunity
    for altruistic egocentricity

    Deep deep breath
    Poor western wrecked supa connected self
    overwhelmed with worldwide information
    in a collective individual obession

    Deep deep breath
    Put down your guilt on the insignificant shelf
    overwhelmed with worldwide information
    in a collective individual obsession

  • 8. CINNAMON ROLLS

    You can fuck whatever damn girl you want
    You’ll never find a spice like this
    They’ll never taste like me

    You can flirt with whatever damn girl you want
    You’ll never fit a place like this
    They’ll never squeeze like me

    Cinnamon roll
    On your cinema roll
    For your seminal role

    You can squirt whatever damn spring you want
    You’ll never feel a juice like this
    Mine drowns you instantly

    You can huff whatever damn muff you want
    You’ll never scent a musk like this
    It's like Chanel fifth

    You can shine whatever damn pearl you want
    You’ll never have a glow like this
    Mine blinds you instantly

    You can eat whatever damn bun you want
    You’ll never try a glaze like this
    Mine gives you diabetes

    Whatever damn girl
    But not that girl