Consideration

Crypto cover¹, virtuosité et post-chorus aux évocations Princières.

I come fluttering in from Neverland
Time could never stop me, no, no, no, no, I know you try to
I come riding in on a pale white horse
Sending out ice to less fortunate, I do advise you

Run it back, run it on back
When you’re breaking it down for me
‘Cause I can hear you two times
Run it on back, will it ever make sense to me?

I got to do things my own way darling
Will you ever let me? Will you ever respect me? No!
Do things my own way darling
You should just let me, why you will never let me grow?

When I look outside my window
I can’t get no peace of mind
When I look outside my window
I can’t get no peace of mind, oh

Let me cover your shit in glitter, I can make it gold, gold

Heard you’re tryna sell your soul, baby
Word on the street you’re running low, lately

I needed you to please give my reflection a break
From the face it’s seeing now
Oh darling, would you mind giving my reflection a break
From the pain it’s feeling now?

I got to do things my own way darling
You should just let me, will you ever respect me? No!
Do things my own way darling
You should just let me, why you will never let me grow?

When I look outside my window
I can’t get no peace of mind
When I look outside my window
I can’t get no peace of mind, oh

Gettin’ no peace
Gettin’ no peace
Get, get, getting no peace, oh

Gettin’ no peace
Get, g-g-get no peace, oh

1. La couverture de l’album l’œuvre du peintre Roy Nachum. Chloë Mitchell a composé le texte en braille qu’on y distingue :

   I sometimes fear that I am misunderstood.
   It is simply because what I want to say,
   what I need to say, won’t be heard.
   Heard in a way I so rightfully deserve.
   What I choose to say is of so much substance
   That people just won’t understand the depth of my message.
   So my voice is not my weakness,
   It is the opposite of what others are afraid of.
   My voice is my suit and armor,
   My shield, and all that I am.
   I will comfortably breathe it in, until I find the moment to be silent.
   I live loudly in my mind, so many hours of the day.
   The world is pin drop sound compared to the boom
   That thumps and bumps against the walls of my cranium.
   I live it and love it and despise it and I am entrapped in it.
   So being misunderstood, I am not offended by the gesture, but honored.
   If they let us…