BONJOOOOOUR, MON AMI! So, I've finally decided to release my new song... and here we are! It's a nice little ditty I like to call...
SING SING SINGI was planning on releasing Rabbits Feet, but I decided that I'd rather make you wait for that one ;D Sing Sing Sing is a song very close to my heart... it goes all the way back to my life in Marseille, when I was about to be moving to Paris, which was a big change for me. I absolutely loved that place.
Also, as a bit of side news, I AM NOW BACK ON CHAOS RECORDS, WOO!
Sing Sing Sing (3:34) (Symphonic Pop/ Baroque Pop)Small bits of atmospheric noise and chatter enter the song immediately, courtesy of the production style of Jason Smith. It is gentle, much like a relaxed ocean. After a few seconds, a catchy bassline comes to the centre of the song. It is downbeat, and quite slow, yet is what the song is based around. It isn’t overly complicated, but still manages to work quite well in the context of the song. This goes on for about 15 seconds, before the violins come in alongside gentle marching drums. It makes you feel like something big is about to happen, due to the tenseness. Eventually, Madeleine’s soft voice starts to enter the song gently, so as not to cut the atmosphere. It sounds very gentle, and is relatively low pitched for her normal voice. However, her voice still sounds quite desperate, as if she is reaching out for something, but can’t quite grab it. This is possibly the most emotional her voice has ever been. On the last two lines of the verse, the pitch of her voice is raised ever so slightly, and the violins start to get a bit louder. When it gets to the second verse, the marching drums settle into a normal rhythmic pattern typical of indie bands. It isn’t loud by any means, but is slightly more normal and settling, without ruining the tension. A piano is also in this part, although it only appears every now and then to play two low chords to fit in with the rest of the song and add even more to the relatively creepy atmosphere. When it gets to the chorus, the bass line is still the same, except it is now joined solely by an acoustic guitar and a piano. Madeleine sings very softly again, but there has been more echo added to her voice, enhancing the oceanic effect. It then, once again, goes back into a verse and into both the marching and normal drums patterns, with even more violins being added. Her voice is slightly higher pitched, and even more emotional for the verse in this part, with multiple vocal layers of her in the background. The small, one line bridge then ensues, consisting of only the bass line and violins, before it goes into the regular chorus. However, something VERY special happens after this. A small drum roll ensues before everything erupts into a symphonic piece, with violins, brass instruments and loud drums. The bass line is still being played, but by these instruments. An angelic chorus is in the background, assisting Madeleine, who is now singing at the top of her voice, not operatically, but somewhere near. This final verse ends and it goes back into the subdued, quiet chorus with the bassline, acoustic and piano gently, as if it had never happened... the song then fades out quietly into the next one.
Lyrics:The ships are coming in...
But the dockyard is closed.
The pimp and the priestess...
Remain fully clothed.
There’s a light shining,
On the black seas ahead,
Now who amongst the enlightened...
Still believes in the dead?
Our circle is gathered...
Now hear my dear friends...
Sing for the perished,
Until the eves end...
I’m eating in the palm of...
My own heaven send...
Now who denies the hungry,
Their chance to be fed?
Sing sing sing...
Sing sing sing...
Tu ferais mieux de chanter pour la fin de votre vie.
Sing sing sing.
The final words have been spoken...
Our story falls apart,
Of that mother with a stone...
In place of a heart,
Memories etched in the pavements...
Of where I have been,
Oh the days are free and endless...
When you’re nearly eighteen.
I found God, but I lost him...
Sing sing sing...
Sing sing sing...
Tu ferais mieux de chanter pour la fin de votre vie.
Sing sing sing.
This is where I leave you...
To fend for your own.
It’s what you always wanted...
To be left alone.
A pitiful presence...
To the sound of my voice...
Now where here still amongst us...
Really believes in choice?
Sing sing sing...
Sing sing sing...
Tu ferais mieux de chanter pour la fin de votre vie.
Sing sing sing.