More songs by Cate Le Bon
Description
Everything here sounds like a strange dream in which faces are blurred and words seem to whisper from afar. A letter with incomprehensible anxiety, echoes of empires, parades and someone's shadow in the lane - symbols are woven into a pattern where feeling is more important than logic.
The music draws you into a state of semi-disintegration: either tenderness or powerlessness, when love ceases to hold its form and slowly dissolves into emptiness. And there is a beauty in this erosion - like in an old photograph where the colours have faded, but precisely because of this, it seems especially valuable.
Author and arranger: Kate Le Bon
Producers: Kate Le Bon and Samur Hoca
Recording and mixing: Samur Hoca
Mastering: Heba Kadri
Additional sound engineering: Stephen Black, Ewan Hinshelwood
Recorded at Pigboy Studios, Cardiff / Old Carpet Factory, Hydra / Vacant Tv, London / Seahorse Sounds Studio, Los Angeles.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mothers of riches
I got your letter and there's something wrong
I can't remember
What makes us elegant when love goes spare
I lie in your lane
Oh yeah, it's all
All, all, all, it's all you know
How to let yourself fold
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's in your love
How you let yourself fold into nothing
Mothers of riches
I get excited when he meets my touch
I give up the empire
I brace the actors for his slow parade
I lie in his lane
Oh yeah, it's all
All, all, all, it's all you know
How to let yourself fold
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's in your love
How you let yourself fold
All, all, all, all, it's all you know
How to let yourself fold
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's in your blood
How you let yourself fold into nothing
English translation
Mothers of riches
I got your letter and there's something wrong
I can't remember
What makes us elegant when love goes spare
I lie in your lane
Oh yeah, it's all
All, all, all, it's all you know
How to let yourself fold
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's in your love
How you let yourself fold into nothing
Mothers of riches
I get excited when he meets my touch
I give up the empire
I brace the actors for his slow parade
I lie in his lane
Oh yeah, it's all
All, all, all, it's all you know
How to let yourself fold
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's in your love
How you let yourself fold
All, all, all, all, it's all you know
How to let yourself fold
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's in your blood
How you let yourself fold into nothing