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Abcity (2012)

by Yalloh

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1.
Abcity 04:07
Dark meanders of my mind I’m thinking about taking over There’s gotta be some place where I can hide away And I know The life I had from then The pleasure and the pain I wanna behold the past with pride and hope in what I can find I’m ready to roll I left my road rage home The sun is a nebulous promise And I will try to stick around this time Wide awake With my dreams and my mistakes And the face of a savior instead Or the breath of a better world to which I head Abcity…Abcity…Abcity On that road I’ll make my way alone I figured there was a sense Just to feel all the pain within my bones Oh…I waited I waited for so long I hooked my mind to a chain Just to see how strong I wanted to escape To abcity…abcity…abcity…abcity I dream of a better place where I don’t have to hide I dream of another place where I don’t have to cry Abcity…abcity…abcity…abcity…abcity
2.
Hollow 04:13
Along the dusty path I’m carrying my burden of boredom A bunch of birds is clouding the road where I came from The freezing frost is very slowly blowing away The sound of reassuring voices evaporates A hollow…a hollow….a hollow mind in another town The whispering sky caresses my heating face Playing with the shallow shadows the sun has traced I could be thinking of a million things I felt When I was out there…But that’s why I left A hollow…a hollow….a hollow mind in another town Well my rage’s gone My stir’s gone My pain’s gone The bad feelings are gone I’m vacuum I’m gathering gloom There’s not a single reason in here For me to stay A hollow…a hollow….a hollow mind in another town A hollow…a hollow….a hollow mind in another town
3.
I was drifting I was tasting…hesitating I was out of road I was crying I was calling…no one hearing I was left alone I was a sailor on a river Of boredom…of wildness I was worst and best I was a hunter in the dark I was moving the branches of sadness That struck my face I was a homeboy Everybody’s toy Obeying everything every time I was soft and hard I was broken I was filth…I was greed I was nothing at all They got me weakened And frightened I was blind I was fool I was destroying myself ‘cause I was nothing at all I was nothing at all
4.
Stitches 02:18
Stitches..I try to hide Bruises…along the ride You only deal with solid boys Strong and hard I always walked on trembling grounds Dropping my cards But I will let you hurt the core I will let you hurt me more ‘cause I’m the prisoner of your love The fortress where I hide…and hide away The sinner in your home The darkness where I cry…and cry away Why are we running from our stitches? Why are we running from our stitches?
5.
Flickering Flies Like Trojan Horses Trying to penetrate into my blood And starting to blow Endless stories Of cocks and whores I’m trying to concentrate And weigh off the loss But I’m chasing the monsters To weigh off the loss I’m chasing the monsters The end of the trip Is like a desperate strip The reaching of abcity Pulls the freaks in my mind Pulls the freaks in my mind
6.
Abcity # 2 04:38
Eyes… my darkening eyes Are nowhere hiding…are nowhere hiding Here…In this town Where no one’s living And everything is unauthorized… unauthorized… I wander…I wander…I wander again I wander…I wander…Looking for another soul asleep Ears… my stranded ears Are trying to pick through…are trying to pick through The void…of this town Where no one’s moving And this place feels so out of compromise… out of compromise… I wander…I wander…I wander again I wander…I wander…Looking for another soul asleep With a heart I can not fill And some dreams that seemed unreal I was not ready to fight with this little soul of mine Though the enemies are not here And the only thing to fear Is this pain and loneliness inside of me That grows and moans and blows… Oh I wander...I wander…I can’t hide…Where is my homeland? I’m lost in Abcity.
7.
It’s my very own evening Belongs to me… belongs to me Life goes aside my tunnel But I’ll dig it in My very own evening Time has fallen on my inspiration Gotta do it all Got the night for all This painting and singing and reading the books That have piled on my shelf ‘cause my mind holds no stores And I already know that I will hang around And I’ll look for the ceiling To support me with a sign And I know in advance that the battle is lost And this wanting it all Puts me deep in a hole And Time won’t play around Belongs to me…belongs to me… I’m thrown like a golden rocket In a desert land Who gets satisfied? I thought inspiration would flow off my mind But Time goes by And I haven’t started out To think over my failures And write it all down ‘cause I spit in a bucket With a hole in the ground And I can hear the ticking of unforgivable clocks That make fun of myself While I stick to my tracks This grown up voices they suddenly shout ‘cause they won over the child Yeah they won over the child.
8.
I crossed the darkest situations On a crowded road I searched for pieces of attention But the looks were odd I was amused by so many people They were confused when I stayed at home It’s so strange to be on your own I feel lone…I feel lone…So lone.. For so long I burnt my soul in caves and basements Giving myself away I hooked the tropheys to the meter And felt so good this way But when the night descended on me When I believed my own blood would kill me Nobody left could save me I feel lone…So lone…Alone in the end I searched for my soul and was dying alone Here in my home Dry in my bones And so lone. I feel lone…So lone…Alone in the end
9.
Back in the days when I was a weak pawn Hurtful jokes on my weight they cracked upon I was the belly monster My adolescence could wait The million years I’d need to escape Unable to undress on the beach Boiling up inside a pain no one could reach I was the flabby brother Food was my only link With Mother while others were making me sink Oh…Those dark days are done My bad luck is gone But still today I don’t feel okay When I look in the mirror’s eye Somehow in my mind I’m still The boy you’re laughing at.
10.
This is the story of a man A dreamy boy…fragile child He decided to leave it all, get a life quit his protective shelter Where the shades of his soul-eating family couldn’t make him shine anymore Well…the innocence That childish blessed virtue He had lost could maybe (maybe) be found In another city With another skin He didn’t really know who he was But for sure he would learn where to search His continuous laughter was fake His admiration for the others was fake And the chain of friends he thought he had built was fake. It was best to go He had to break the bonds Prove himself he was a man And not a child anymore He never wondered where he meant to wander What he would do if he could have a choice See the bright blue mountains Cross the shallow seas Or simply lay in the white cotton grass flowers He never wondered if those lovers were players Moving randomly on the stage of his profound despair If the diversity he chose was just a diversion Or some kind of perversion of his identity So he left And he walked And the walk was tiring and lonely He was loosing track of time Going somewhere but he was still nowhere He was a nowhere man Making his way through so many hurdles And still knowing that he was golden ‘cause that’s the way he was born And you can’t change the way you were born right? And escaping always escaping Just moving always moving Doing things always doing things Never resting never ever resting When the city appeared It stood like a giant fortress Sleeping in the arms of a slippery hill Giving her hand for forgiveness He crossed the wooden bridge up the small hill And down the first constructions The sun too was escaping slowly The atmosphere was getting cold And a dismal fog was starting to threaten But the scenery was so stunning Broken cars Smashed windows A smell of confined air As if he had opened the door Of a secret unspoiled jar With no treasures inside Some magazines were thrown on the ground Dating from the old times Showing the only faces that could be found in this town ‘cause no one was living here Everything was in ruin Everybody had left There was no soul to talk too No bars to walk through No shelter to run to So he walked again But this time he was going nowhere Abcity…abcity was all fake And all the sacrifices he made Maybe the worst mistake he’d ever done The worst mistake he’d ever done Leaving his city Leaving his friends his family his love Thinking of the past as a painful burden He had to get rid of as quickly as he could And now he was alone Face to face with himself And this time he could not escape He had to look inside the mirror The mirror of his life the mirror of his body He just had to go and face it You can’t destroy your past You can always burry your memories Bad moments and sufferings The figure of your parents How they brought you up But it never disappears It sticks to your skin For ever Abcity is the graveyard of my depression The wall of my selfishness It’s the place where my illusions had to crash The match that lights good memories And makes me realize In the end everything is not that bad And I’m not afraid anymore I’m not afraid anymore I’m not afraid anymore… This is the story of a man.
11.
I want to hold you Like a baby child And I want to kiss you And feel your blood run wild Well I’m falling more for you When the rest is all falling apart And I had never thought it’d go this far In my soul in my heart Will you take me as I am…? Could you love me like a man..? We’ll drink we’ll laugh we’ll melt our bodies round the world We’ll dream and kiss and make it seem so easy I think I’m falling in love… Your deep dark eyes Are the lighthouse of my pain And your long curly hair Are dancing in my brain Well the simplest smile for you Takes away the shadows of my youth Maybe you’re the one I always wanted Or maybe you’re the one I always wanted to be… Will you take me as I am…? Could you love me like a man..? We’ll drink we’ll laugh we’ll melt our bodies round the world We’ll dream and kiss and make it seem so right So right… So right…

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« A la fois douce et exaltée, pudique et
insolente, la voix de ce jeune Français
est un délice rare ici.»
Les Inrocks

« Notre coup de coeur du mois »
Glamour

«Une suite cinématique à onze stations,
avec correspondances pour Bowie,
Cohen ou (plus près de nous) Patrick
Watson »
Télérama


Dans sa voix douce et légèrement éraillée, il y a une sensibilité à fleur de peau, forgée au fil de voyages, de rencontres et d'épreuves. Il y a aussi les mots, les mélodies et le clair-obscur des années 70, lorsque les Beatles chantaient la fin d'une époque d'insouciance, et que David Bowie ou Lou Reed exposaient à nu leur quête d'identité.
Yalloh est un jeune songwriter dont l'esprit et la musique oscillent en permanence entre pop sereine et folk écorchée.
En 2009 il enregistre en compagnie d'amis musiciens (clarinettiste, violoniste, percussionniste) le 6-titres « Looser Either » qu'il défend sur scène pendant plus d'un an (Dame de Canton, Scène Bastille, Baiser Salé, L'Etage…).
En 2011 il compose et enregistre son premier album « abcity », album très personnel et intimiste qui raconte en 11 titres l'histoire d'un personnage quittant sa ville pour rejoindre la mystérieuse "abcity", promesse d'une vie meilleure. Au fil de son voyage, ses sensations s'affinent, les souvenirs remontent, jusqu'à découvrir une ville abandonnée et vide de toute vie dans laquelle, à force d'errer, il finira par s'affronter et s'accepter. C'est cette histoire imagée qui est contée de manière sincère, comme un fil sonore tour à tour mélancolique et plein d'espoir.
L'album est sorti en novembre 2011.
Pour toute information, contact : yallohmusic@gmail.com

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released October 1, 2011

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