Chrysta / 10 For One Song

10 people, from different places in the world… most of them usually speak French… but also Danish, Estonian, Russian, Indonesian and… English… they gently accepted to read a text for me… something written for an American singer… they sent the recordings back to me, pretty soon, less than 2 weeks I had a dozen… from the funniest to the deepest, from the most tragical to the slightest ironical reading, they all had something… by the way, I had the chance to hear some voices I had not heard for almost 20 years… this is the result, you will tell…

performers : Raphael Caron, Marie Cherrier, Marie Cornillon, Benoît Dodivers, Sasha Lakowsky, Mélanie Martini, Édouard Perreux, Jacques Rapacki, Yasmina Slimani, Line Vergmann

texte et guitare : Sébastien Pellé
image : Mélanie Martini

Août 2019

Chrysta

She’s from San Antonio they say it’s in Texas
Maybe it’s a desert it sounds like a long breath
In a deep silencio with a Mexican thrill
Since I never was there I know she’s from Texas

A little girl she grows they say it’s a big town
Everything is swallowed by the eternal light
And the sound of fury many people and cars

And people never knew
She was dancing at night
and whispering her moods through the towers of glass

She’s a friend of old trees of old gods and old dreams
She can flatter a snake
She can moan she can scream
She’s an ancient wizard
She can whistle with a blade of grass

I would say she’s a cat and she died many times
Oh yeah she died for love but also bigger wrath
She’s a woman of storm and her smell you’ll never pass
Never fades it’s printed for a lifetime in your mind
Her soul is indigo and her arms can break the sky

She is from the desert or a place you can’t find
She is going nowhere
Never hers never mine
She can sleep anytime in a bucket of flames
While her hair of black coal is just torching my mind

Oh please let me away
Little soul indigo
She’s from San Antonio and she is from Texas…

Copenhagen, 2018, April 24th.