The Ambient Society
By: The Ambient Society
Catalog ID: 472638   Duration: 2:27   Tempo: Slow   BPM: 64   Vocal: Female Vocals
Genre: Dramatic Music | Calm, quiet, edgy with tension music
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A poetic journey with Pythia-like vocals by Clara Van Vliet, based on poems by Joachim Zemmour. Music by The Ambient Society. French language, otherworldly, supernaturally mysterious and beautiful, stricken to the soul, serene, meditative, relaxing, profound, delicate, spirit of the poetry, elegance   Keywords: female vocals soundscapes French lyrics vocal fx vocal processing mesmerizing intellectual spiritual deep serene incantation recitando parlando

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"Mes écueils."

Je chante
À capella des mots
Comme des échos de l'au-delà.
À mort cent-mille oiseaux
Qui viennent s'échouer sur mon îlot.
Et j'épouvante
Le matelot
Dont je fais sombrer le radeau.
Viens, oh viens
Dans mes écueils.
Viens, oh oui viens,
Viens je t'accueille...
Et le Ciel & l'Enfer
Oh, je suis fille de la mer.
Des nuées de serpent
Dont les cris montent au firmament.
Et je dévore
Le naufrager
Qui m'a ouïe & succombé.

(Texte de: Joachim Zemmour.)
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