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music video (Cappadocia)

epk (FR/EN/TU)

Un mot sur

the venturer

Mélodie du crépuscule, de la solitude, de la forêt, de la pluie ou encore de l'errance, "The Venturer" a collé à mes semelles au cours de ces cinq années passées sur la route. 

Si je devais la décrire, je dirais qu'il s'agit d'une chanson intime sur la quête de l'alter ego, la reconnaissance de soi dans l'autre, une chanson d'amour en somme. 

Il m'a été particulièrement difficile de la partager, de lui donner vie : plusieurs essais de collaborations, retouches de paroles insatisfaisantes jusqu'à ce qu'Ilke Boran, professeur d'harmonie au conservatoire à Istanbul, parvienne à lui donner un corps parfait, orchestral et épique.

Dans l'album, "The Venturer" compose, avec "Moths" et "My Bird", une triade romantique sur l'abandon du cocon et de la sécurité au profit du vagabondage, sous l'égide de la lune et des cheminées de fées. C'est donc naturellement que nous en sommes venus à tourner le vidéoclip en Cappadoce : l'histoire d'un épouvantail qui prend vie le matin venu et meurt au crépuscule, en quête d'un absolu qu'il ne parvient à atteindre et dont il ne reste que la danse.

 

Melody of twilight, loneliness, forest, rain and wandering, "The Venturer" clang on me during those last five years on the road. 

If I had to describe it, I would say that it is an intimate song about the quest for the alter ego, the recognition of oneself in the other, a love song in short. 

It was particularly difficult for me to share it, to bring it to life: several attempts of collaborations, working again and again on unsatisfactory lyrics until Ilke Boran, professor of harmony at the conservatoire of Istanbul, managed to give it a perfect birth, orchestral and epic. 

In the album, "The Venturer" composes, with "Moths" and "My Bird", a romantic triad dealing with the abandonment of the cocoon and security in order to go astray, under the aegis of the moon and fairy chimneys. It was therefore natural to shoot the music video in Cappadocia : the story of a scarecrow that comes to life in the morning and dies at dusk, in search of an absolute that it cannot reach and whose only the dance remains.

Paroles

When the moon is brighter
And you’re singing on the road
Will we see each other
Stepping by without a word
Will you leave me dumbfound
Hidden till you’re out of reach
As the dawn gets colder
Will you sense that I’m still here


Will you be that old friend
A funambulist on the edge
And despite all these years
Will you recognize my face
Feel the wait is over
Well I longed to get some rest
Will we face each other
Shedding tears of happiness


This is where the roads led
And you know I’ve wandered lands
This is what it all meant
All the silences and the pain
You know how it feels like
Not to be like the other men
You know what it feels like
To lie astray in the rain


I can read through your eyes
Carving those lines in your hand
I can fix what’s broken
Cause I’ve done the same mistakes
I remember your grudge
I understand your disgrace
All those hidden matters
None of us can erase

 

This is where the roads led
And you know I’ve wandered lands
This is what it all meant
All the silences and the pain
You know how it feels like
Not to be like the other men
You know what it feels like
To lie astray in the rain

 

When the moon is brighter
And you’re singing on the road
Will we see each other
Stepping by without a word
Will you leave me dumbfound
Hidden till you’re out of reach
As the dawn gets colder
Will you sense that I’m still here