Track 4 | If She Were To Fall
“Oh, she let him spin her round, they were dancing on the edge.”
Eliza Delf: A folk noir ballad that imbues the sing-song lilt of the melody with an eerie undercurrent of foreboding – a warning to the unwary!
The vulnerability that comes with being a young woman giving herself up to the intense, disconcerting, and overwhelming emotions and feelings of falling in love.
Jon Loomes: Piano and cello dance in the darkness. I've used richer strings here, and the orchestra is processed into more synth like textures, “That sound” suggested to me a sense of dread, something unavoidable and uncomfortable. I've channelled my inner Warren Ellis and used a lot of slightly warped sounds here, familiar yet unfamiliar. “...a sea change, into something rich and strange”
Lyrics
If She Were To Fall
She saw something through the trees, and she chose to follow
One, two, three and she’d entered the hollow
It wasn’t the sort of place for such a foolish girl
One, two, three, a hedonistic whirl
Oh, submit to the cries
Oh, with those gaping eyes
All she wanted was to be unwound
To close her eyes and to stop that sound
Oh, that sound
Oh, that sound
All she wanted was to be unwound
To close her eyes and to stop that sound
Oh, that sound
Oh, that sound
A calming drought could slow the thoughts, but a man could make them disappear
Lace, taste, everything she’d want to hear
Oh, she let him spin her round, they were dancing on the edge
‘Close your eyes and trust in me’ he said
Oh, what big teeth you have
Oh, on her knees and prayed
All she wanted was to be unwound
To close her eyes and to stop that sound
Oh, that sound
Oh, that sound
All she wanted was to be unwound
To close her eyes and to stop that sound
Oh, that sound
Oh, that sound
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