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Upside Down
04:40
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Upside Down
This place now is our ground
The fog will stay now
Spinning upside down
This city now holds a different file
Of parallel desire
Buried underground
This place now is our ground
The fog will stay now
Spinning upside down
©Em Pompa 2018
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2. |
You
02:44
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You
I know when my time comes I’ll die a poor soul
‘Cause I ran after you all my life that’s for sure
Giving up everything to try to taste you
Will it be worth it?
It’s the price I’ll pay to get a glimpse of you
Night and day I’ll keep chasing you
Full speed I’ll follow you blindfolded once more
It’s a gamble that I hold tight in my arms
Tracking you down at any cost
There’s no turning back
It’s the price I pay to get a glimpse of you
Night and day I’ll keep chasing you
I’m up all night
Guess I’ll put on my best suit with my lion heart
No turning back, the gloves are off
I’m set in your trap
It’s the price I’ll pay to get a glimpse of you
I’ll track you down, I’ll give it all up
I find myself still chasing you
No forfeit now, the gloves are off
I’ll give it all to keep chasing you
No turning back, now it’s a trap
Between heaven and hell I’ll try to tame you
I’ll track you down, I’ll give it all up
© 2018 Émilie Pompa
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3. |
My Crown
04:12
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My Crown
Your chains they call me out
They hold me down and shut me out
The wolf inside he rises
Don’t ask me why, it’s instinct
‘Cause this is my crown
I’ll wear it mighty and proud
These wounded hands are tired
They don’t know what to hold on to
Stepping through landmines
Drunk of being a soldier
Who will raise the flag
Beautiful denial
Throw back your glass full of acid booze
Another so the numbness will take over and rule our toxic heads filled with lead
Well this is my crown, beautiful burden
It’s weighing you down, beautiful danger
Are you the last of my kind, you beautiful soldier
‘Cause this is my crown
This is my crown, beautiful burden
It’s killing me now, beautiful danger
©Em Pompa 2018
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4. |
Wildfire
03:16
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Wildfire
Driving on the same old familiar road I smell smoke
I look for the pyromaniac
He’s right by my side
Time to be afraid and face the wildfire
Watch the flames, they shed light on another chapter
Chain reaction is my only religion.
And so together we go to the next redwood grove where I suddenly see with pyromaniac eyes
It’s time to be afraid and face the wildfire
©Em Pompa 2018
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5. |
Wreckage
03:53
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Wreckage
Flames they start to rise too soon
Did we even try our best
Everything around us lethal fumes
Carbon stains they tell the rest
I could stay locked inside our past for days
In this house that we built from stones and laughter
As I wake I start to feel the dread of day
As our wreckage it leaves wounds that I can’t bare
Water starts to fill the room
Is this how I’ll spend my day
No more glamour only weakness rules
I’m sorry that I failed I guess
Believe me when I say it’s not easy
Baby can’t you see I’m trying to reach the shore
As I drag with me and keep the memory of this war
This burden it will lead to the ending of our tale
When my head comes out to breathe will you be there once more
© 2018 Émilie Pompa
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6. |
Release
05:15
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Release
Release me from all this heavy weakness now
Delete these unnecessary fears of mine
I can’t breathe, my home is burning to the ground
It’s unreal here
I pray
Please release me
The snake bit me, it’s venom is spiraling all around
But I can’t fear
No choice to tame the beast somehow
Get ready because the avalanche is now
It’s hell here
I’ll pray
Please release me
©Em Pompa 2018
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7. |
Vivian
06:34
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Vivian
They call her V
She tells such stories from 1953
That’s when she met Henry
Wears pearls around her neck
With the same yellow dress
She sits in the same chair every night
Comes to see me at the diner where she spends a couple of hours
She talks about her Henry as I bring her apple pie
Keeps a piece in her pocket to feed the birds outside
She helps me fix my apron as I tie my hair
And says: “Dear, you should wear it down, you look lovely that way.”
They call her V
The crazy bird lady
She smells like mints and tea, and lives in past memories
Last week she turned 83
Still waiting for Henry
Today something’s different
She has this odd little smile
She got Henry whiskey, his favourite kind
She bought a pretty satin purple dress, and as she put her silk paper hand on mine,
She says she needs to look the part for when he’ll arrive
A week has passed by
Birds are still waiting outside
She’s never late, never misses a day
It’s 2:35
She should be here by now
I guess Henry did show up
I hope Henry did show up
©Em Pompa 2018
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8. |
Interlude
02:15
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Interlude
I’m not the one who’ll know what it feels like
I’m not the one who’ll tell you it’s alright
That there will be other boys in your lifetime
I would’ve tried my best
I would’ve taught you how to dance
Given you my nervous hands
And put your pictures in old frames
©Em Pompa 2018
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9. |
Interlude Outro
03:12
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10. |
Bullets
03:41
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Bullets
Bullets fly today breaking everything that made them grand
It was simple then, they were kids, they were gods
They built their own world
Strong to catch her when she fell
Brave to hold his hand
And now bullets fly again
The devil in disguise always seems to reappear
He’s wearing Buddha’s shirt, the perfect bait
Post battle air filling his lungs
He’s here today, he’s here to stay
Run for safety
Hope you’re ready for your armor to break
Because bullets fly today
There’s no way we’ll live when we see the end
Bullets fly today
Run for your life
©Em Pompa 2018
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11. |
December
08:14
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December
On their way up north silence was master
There’s a great big storm about to rise here
Seems like it’s gonna be a great disaster
The road is long, it’s cold as hell
How could they have known what was about to happen on that second day of December
Deeper down the road, they get to their shelter
Snow covered the ground, the pines are heavy
Billie’s running outside, tail wagging, she’s so god damn happy
Bringing firewood in together
Dragging snow inside, they smile at her
Seems like it’s gonna be a great disaster
He lights a fire, she brings up a bottle
Won’t look at each other
They latch on hatred in their wooden house they built together
Out of excuses, chaos is slowly taking over
Like a blizzard storm becoming greater
He grabs his jacket, he needs to pause this hostile behaviour
Shuts the door, so loud, behind him
She takes another bottle from the cellar
Seems like it’s gonna be a great disaster
Storm’s calming now, it’s still cold as hell
Out of control, who’s fault it was, she can’t remember
All she knows is that she loves him
Walking further onto the frozen water, regret it starts to sink in
He sees her inside their house but she doesn’t bother
Didn’t see you fall in the ice there
Watching Billie curl up against the fire
Wish I could’ve told you it doesn’t matter
Wish I talked about your laughter
©Em Pompa 2018
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BELLFLOWER Montreal, Québec
The sound of Montreal band BELLFLOWER, led by singer-songwriter Em Pompa, is one that is rare, rich and powerful. Driven by the soul and ingenuity of eight musicians, it conveys a sense of soft vastness that absorbs the listener, of quiet strength born of an enduring union. ... more
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