

Blouson noir - EP
AaRON
2015
2015
I wear my blouson noir
'cause I have no espoir
I wear my blouson noir
'cause I have no espoir
It's vanished out of reach
Here in these foreign streets...
Blouson Noir
AaRON
I wear my blouson noir
'cause I have no espoir
I wear my blouson noir
'cause I have no espoir
It's vanished out of reach
Here in these foreign streets
My skin, my blouson noir
My good old friend so far
The moonlight is so weak
Hardly enlights my weeping
Give me my blouson noir
My blackness call me back
I side the sirens howls
Rumbling on barren grounds
Here in the city of my sleepless
Wandering I roam, roam again
Give me my blouson noir
'cause I have no espoir
It's vanished out of reach
Here in these foreign streets
I walk the rough, rough pavement
And my thirst won't drain, drain, drain
I need my blouson noir
Reflection of my heart
The darkness is too deep
Swallowing all the heat
Headlights on silent row
Sharp edges of the night
Here in the city howls
The sleepless wandering
The raw embraces the dark, dark rumble
And my thirst won't drain, drain, drain
[Chorus]
The city howls
The sleepless wandering
The raw embraces the dark, dark rumble
The city howls
The sleepless wandering
The raw embraces the dark, dark rumble
The city howls
The sleepless wandering
The raw embraces the dark, dark rumble
I won't recall your scent
I haven't grabbed your hands
Into the city howls
(I won't recall your scent)
(The sleepless wandering)
(The raw embraces the dark ,dark rumble)
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Supported by a well-deserved national infatuation and growing international recognition, Paris' based duo AaRON return with ‘Blouson Noir', the first track to be lifted from their upcoming, self produced, third album ‘We Cut The Night'. AaRON have resolved to reinvent themselves and use this first record as an introduction to the artists they have now chosen to be. John Malkovitch, after hearing ‘Blouson Noir', agreed to be part of the journey, acting in a short prelude to AaRON's comeback.‘Blouson Noir' tells a tale of a late, sleepless and very much lovelorn night in New York City; walking alone in the cutting darkness through the concrete, the buildings, the sirens and the overpowering nature of it all with nothing but the sounds of Grace Jones “Strange I've Seen That Face Before” playing. “She was a friend to my ears, she was a ghost, she was the super city: gigantic, unseizable, she was that old love story, she was the future, she was the buildings, the sidewalks, the night” it was recounted . “I was running in circle, without any peaceful harbor to reach, like an animal trapped in a fantastic invisible cage. No matter what I would do, or where I would go, I felt life would bring me always back to the essence of my feeling, back to the start. To this black jacket. To this black heart of mine.”.
‘Blouson Noir' is draped in the hypnotic blackness the story of its creation evokes whilst AaRON, before your eyes, become a daring act, unafraid to set themselves apart with irresistible melody, haunting vocals and wholly addictive subject matter.