Treillis

Somewhere between the concrete walls and the smell of morning coffee, a voice sounds, tired of explaining why everything turned out this way. There's no pretension here - just quiet anger and honesty that isn't boasted about. In every word is an attempt to survive without losing face, when life has long since dealt you a losing hand. The sound rolls dully, like the engine of an old scooter thru a gray district: it's in no hurry, but it understands everything. It contains a longing for a world where respect isn't bought, and debts don't fade even with time. It's like talking to a father you're listening to, even tho you know it's too late to change anything. And yet, somewhere inside, that stubborn "it's not over yet" flickers. A strange tenderness hides between the verses and the beat - toward one's own, toward the past, toward the very fact that despite everything, the heart still beats. Associated Performer: Boîte noire, Nino Associated Performer: Boîte noire Associated Performer, Lyricist: Nino Composer: Shaya Mixing Engineer: Lucien Roque Mastering Engineer: Masterdisk Europe