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 !
Marine Pellegrini : chant
Yovan Girard : violon
Quentin Andréoulis : violon
Estelle Gourinchas : alto
Aëla Gourvennec : violoncelle
Marine Pellegrini : composition
Romain Dugelay : arrangements quatuor
Enregistrement : Julien Jussey
@ Mikrokosm Studio
Mixage : Julien Jussey
@ Mikrokosm Studio
Mastering : Stereophonic Mastering by Timothy Stollenwerk
Format : LP
Type : Vinyle
Sortie : Mars 2021
Marine Pellegrini : chant
Yovan Girard : violon
Quentin Andréoulis : violon
Estelle Gourinchas : alto
Aëla Gourvennec : violoncelle
Marine Pellegrini : composition
Romain Dugelay : arrangements quatuor
Enregistrement : Julien Jussey
@ Mikrokosm Studio
Mixage : Julien Jussey
@ Mikrokosm Studio
Mastering : Stereophonic Mastering by Timothy Stollenwerk
Format : LP
Type : Vinyle
Sortie : Mars 2021
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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