Elle était toute seule dans sa tête

• All songs written,composed and produced by Boris Paillard
• Recording, mixing, mastering: Julien Rocchia & Amp; Boris Paillard
• Drawing: unknown (any help welcome)

This album was born from the intention of making an album the way one writes a book, where every song would represent a chapter, all about the birth, life and death of a female character from whom we ignore the name and observe the twisted path. The concept strangely came to me, as I was going through an old toybox in my little brother’s bedroom. Not looking for anything in particular, I found inspiration, coming up the ripped cover of a children’s book, where one could see a young girl sitting alone in a field. The title read:, »She was all alone in her head ».

The sadness and the sobriety of the landscape, as well as the intriguing formula entitling the image were enough to embark myself in a journey to make up the sounds and stories of this girl. It was all invented when on a trip in the english countryside around Birmingham in the month of July 2006. The first recording sessions took place in my friend Eliot’s apartment, when isolated from all, in the empty summer heat, I was taking my first solitary trip in producing my second musical effort. Other sessions were completed in my maternal home, in the pleasant company of Julien Rocchia who helped a lot to make sure it sounded good.

The most vivid memory from that album was the blitzkrieg-recording of the song « love is like the rain », from which the lyrics sprung very fast onto the sheet of paper. Recorded pretty much as soon as it got written, during a extremely hot night of insomnia, with all windows wide opened and a naked and sweaty body. We can find developed in that short and somber album the childhood theme evoked in the first album, this time with a more despairing tone, and stretched to the teen age and the suburban blues.

The introduction to this musical story was freely inspired by the wonderful movie “Toto le héros” by Jaco Von Dormael.

THERE’S A FIRE IN THE NURSERY

some nurses scream
in the room where the babies sleep
the place seems out of control
red flames are licking the wall
now all the babies weep
panic in hospital

here she lies among her tears
and there’s no one there to make vanish her fears

through the smoke came a nurse
and there began the curse
for this young baby girl
one of them had return
to avoid babies to burn
but she was in a whirl

here she lies among her tears
but now there’s someone there to erase her fears

she was safe from the death
but the doctors could’nt guess which family she belonged
‘cause the nurse, what a mess, forgot to take the adress
so they gave her to the wrong parents

they were not the good ones

IN THIS ROUGH / ROUGH CITY

your eyes were shattered when you walked into this world
all the marks were scattered so you decided not to say a word
just to keep your mouth shut

your parents said your tongue was numb
they didn’t want you to be dumb
but that was your case

you spoke with body, hands and eyes
you tried to be happy
to live a decent life

in this rough, tough city

A CHILDHOOD IN THE WOODS

alone at home
looking for friends
you never rest
it’s such a quest
that never ends
you want people to look at you
to see all the things you can do
you send signals around you
for someone coming to rescue

you like to wander
and chase the bees
you want to have your bedroom in the trees
( “please !”)
no, your mother never agrees

at school you’re not the cool type
( no you’re not)
they all say : “ you’re a fool, bye”
yes it’s cruel

no, no, no real trouble
life, life in a bubble
when you walk, you’re always afraid to stumble

POOR CHILD, ITS A CRUEL WORLD

run, run
in staring at the finish line
there’s no fun

win, grin
everything you live should be seen on screen now

cruel world,
one is fine but never be the third
poor child,
no one told you outside was so wild

walk, straight
you never have the time to feel your own weight
choose well, husbands, jobs and holidays or you’ll burn in hell

cold, cold
just waiting for the moment to be old
oh, fall
just waiting for the moment to be tall

LOVE IS LIKE THE RAIN

boris paillard : lead vocals, classical guitar, irish tin whistle, harmonica, backing vocals

DRIFT FROM THE COUNTRYSIDE

richard went to town
i’m still waiting for him now
he said “ i’m gonna see some friends around”
but it’s been two days without news
i think he lied i won’t see him again
i fear he doesn’t care about all the pain
i can feel

my mum went to town
“to buy some good things for bakin’”
but i know that when she frowns like this
she’s just lying for fakin’

i’m sure she went to meet her city lover
a dirty old rich man with teeth like a beaver
oh i hate him

my brother went to town
“i’ve got some postcards to mail”, he said
but he came back late at night
drunk and slow as a snail

i saw his shadow on my wall through the window
i locked my door ‘cause i hate when he comes for
doing weird things with me

tomorrow i’m going to town
and i’ll never come back
i’m leaving this family behind
the dirt, the lies and the black

i hope there’re some nice people to meet
some fresh things to drink, some real good thing to eat
i hope there’re some fine things to do
cool music bands, and a sky really blue
blue

MAYBE BABY YOU MAY BE GONE

boris paillard : lead vocals, classical guitar, sound effects, toy