Scott Brickin is an American singer/songwriter. Here Baptiste Thiry has set the poetry of his texts to music. The fruit of this meeting of matching sensibilities is an album of delicate, dreamy pop.
Painted morning on the air Turned around and disappeared Does it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong By the moments on the headTaken in and worn again Does it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong We don't know...We don't know...We don't know...We don't know... There's a hole of all the missedSomething gone and something livesDoes it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong All the gone eyes see the raysEvery moment every wayDoes it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong There's a hole of all the missedSomething gone and something livesDoes it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong We don't know... We don't know... We don't know... We don't know...
We don't know... We don't know... We don't know... We don't know...
Born in a riddleAway, so far away from hereCaught in the middleAway, so far awayFalling a littleAway, so far away from hereBorn in a riddleWay so far away
Black supernova got you wishing on a dark star10 million light years and you wonder where you areA ray of sunshine saw you shooting through the night skyYou might have gone too far Born in a riddleAway, so far away from hereCaught in the middleAway, so far awayFalling a littleAway, so far away from hereBorn in a riddleWay so far away I'll cross the darkness like a neutron in the white skyElectric orbit, you're a magnet in the lightRadio scramble like a pulsar in your dead mindExploding in my eyes Born in a riddleAway, so far away from hereBorn in a riddleWay so far away Black supernova caught you wishing on a dark star10 billion light years and you'll wonder where you areA ray of sunshine couldn't shoot you through the night skyYou might have gone too far Born in a riddleAway, so far away from hereBorn in a riddleWay so far away
No simple word, The open book, The letter's kill and you can't lookA broken lock, The empty mouth, A distant sound creeping out
A long, long, gone melodyA long, long, gone memory of wonder A silent word, The poison took, The shallow eyes take their last lookA whispered doubt, An empty house, An autumn leaf on the ground A long, long, gone melodyA long, long, gone memory of wonder
The hole in the skinA dream you let inUnder a moonThrown by the wind Eyes rolling backWarmth of the handDeep in the blueBack down
Push it all outTake it all inGet lost againPush it all outTake it all inGet lost again Dog day downAll that you giveChase out the painFade out and inChained to a pinStuck you againPeace comes to callFalling Push it all out Take it all inGet lost againPush it all out Take it all inGet lost again
In the dawningWhen the sky is lowOn my shouldersEverywhere I go You're blueSo blue Shallow waterAnd I'm drowning slowAny longerAnd I'll stay below You're blueSo blue You're blueSo blue In the dawningWhen the sky is lowOn my shouldersEverywhere I go You're blueSo blue
Letras ... Peaceful & confident. Folk song. Constant progression.
Find the windChase it downYou came upBurned me out Half awakeOn the roadTime misplacedAnd lasting I'm spinning around youI'm spinning around you You are goldDiamond soulA million yearsTo make you
Who you areAnd all that showsEverglowing Lasting I'm spinning around youI'm spinning around you Found the windChased it downUntil the burningFaded
Fall like feathers,Red and leatherLeaves crack, dreaming,Slowly leavingWarm hand waiting, Green has been painted brown Summer days, summer nights Summer rain, summer skyBright and blue, black and darkHallow moon, under stars Fading ember, Worn and weatheredGlowing letters Spell their end thereBreathless calling, The sun keeps falling down Summer days, summer nights Summer rain, summer skyBright and blue, black and darkHallow moon, under stars Summer days, summer nights Summer rain, summer skyBright and blue, black and darkHallow moon, under stars
The letter dropped You left it lost Or wouldA note was left Inside your head For you The vacant lot That marks your spot Is stillWhere nothing moves And moments marked Your will It keeps coming around… The empty chair The shadows there RemainWith blinds pulled down And prayers cried out In vain The silhouette That set against The lightShines where eyes Can't see beyond The sky It keeps coming around...
Border headlights, Trace of footsteps, Hanging in the air Voices raining Echoes fading Down you wonder where Inside timeless Flying weightless Closer to the eyes Seeing through open window days thatSoon become the night Holding after Ever and there Tethered to a life Stones to walk on Shades of laughter Falling out behind Inside timeless Flying weightless Closer to the eyes Seeing through open window days thatSoon become the night
