This can be considered an album by a group of musicians who came together to perform a miracle, namely an album by the daughter of one of the most important songwriters France has ever had: Serge Gainsbourg.

Charlotte Gainsbourg admits that she had wanted to make an album "of her own" for a long time and after a meeting with the French duo Air, the daughter of art was convinced and called them into the studio to explain what she wanted to build the album on together with Nigel Godrich, one of the most popular producers in recent years. During the construction phase of the album, two other illustrious names in the music scene came to the studios, namely Neil Hannon of Divine Comedy and Jarvis Cocker of Pulp, who heavily contributed to the lyrics of the French actress.

The main idea was to write in music the thoughts of a person suffering from insomnia at 5:55 in the morning, thus describing daydreams and visions of ghosts, perfect atmospheres for the music of Air and the imagination of Cocker, who helped achieve a miracle. So why say this album is by Charlotte Gainsbourg when it is actually composed by other people? What did she do herself? First of all, she provided the ideas for the drafting of the album, but above all, she contributed her whispered voice, performing the forty-two minutes of music without a flaw and not ruining the eleven tracks.

As for the musical part, Air did not introduce much into their music, except in "The Operation", where the rhythmic phases are very far from their true musical origins, and the first single "The Song That We Sing", a much more catchy piece with a clear dedication to the father of the Anglo-French actress who passed away fifteen years ago.

With this second album, will Charlotte Gainsbourg attempt a Jennifer Lopez career? We hope so, but the woman still has much to learn musically speaking, and we hope she learns everything from the people who surrounded her for the making of this album.

 

Tracklist Lyrics and Videos

01   5:55 (04:52)

02   AF607105 (04:30)

Melancholy
aviation
chocolate
perfume
cigarettes
frequent flyer
stow away
dislocation
sleeping
jets
wave goodbye
feel homesick
tranquilizers
bill of fare
cry easy
dvt
disapear into thin air

chorus
we wish you all a very happy pleasant flight
this is a journey to the center of the night
and the inflight entertainment's out of sight
here on af 607105

time difference
you're waking
chase the sun into your eyes

sleeping cities
dust hotel rooms
passengers look to the skies

fly over
your lifetime
and never touching down

my heart
is breaking
somewhere over saskatchewan
chorus
we wish you all a very happy pleasant flight
this is a journey to the center of the night
and the inflight entertainment's out of sight
here on af 607105

your life in
the wrong hands
savannah and frozen wastes

the flight path
the wingspan
below the earth rotates

i love you
i miss you
i cannot see your face

invent a
new persona
drunk here on the edge of space

all the things i carry with me
and all the things i left behind
and all the things that wait to meet me
hover in the air tonight

if i can only keep on moving
and never stop and think of me
and freefall through the years and decades
terminal velocity
chorus
we hope you had a very happy pleasant flight
this is our final destination so goodnight
like a stone we are now falling from the sky
farewell from af 607105

the cabin
is burning
i smile and feel complete

here amongst
total strangers
27 000 feet

suspended
isolation
kids throw toy planes in the street

one final
blaze of glory
viewed from a window seat

03   The Operation (03:59)

I want to explore you
i'm gonna get under your skin
so you can feel me running through your veins

i want to examine
every inch of your frame
the pressure points that cause your joy and pain

our love goes under the knife
there is no room for doubt

now i'm inside you
my hands can feel their way
further inside than i have ever been

now i can really
mess around with your heart
and fill it to the brim with broken dreams

our love goes under the knife
two lives may be saved

and if i pull this off
i'll refuse the nobel prize
instead i will look into your eyes

if i pull this off your whole body will be mine
and i'm prepared to work throughout the night

our love goes under the knife
nothing is taboo
...here on the cutting edge of science

too much information
i feel i'm getting lost
absorbed into the fibre of your soul

deep within the abbatoir
of your entrails your insides
lost in you forever far from home

our love goes under the knife
someone got too close

our love goes under the knife
the heart was rejected by the host

04   Tel que tu es (03:09)

05   The Songs That We Sing (02:57)

06   Beauty Mark (03:06)

I've got a beauty mark
written on my skin
close to my heart
my favourite part
my beauty mark

I keep it out of sight
safe from the world outside
this old battle scar
this secret part
my beauty mark

this little death
this mark of sin
forever printed on my skin

I'll keep it for you

this hidden place
this private part
this secret door into my heart

I'll keep it for you

this precious jewel
this darling bud
this tiny reservoir of blood

my beauty mark
I'll keep it for you

07   Little Monsters (03:46)

08   Jamais (04:37)

09   Night-Time Intermission (02:43)

10   Everything I Cannot See (05:45)

I feel you all around me
you are everything i cannot see
as the ocean crawls onto the shoreline
so you lap at the edges of me

and now, as i'm walking
i know that you're watching me move
for as much as i need you
i must walk away from you

you're my life, you're my hope
you're the chain, you're the rope
you're my god, you're my hell
you're the sky, you're myself
you're the reason i'm living
you're all that i have to discover

you're the rain, you're the stars
you're so near, you're so far
you're my friend, you're my foe
you're the miles left to go
you are everything i ever wanted
and you are my lover

so i carry i carry the flowers
the flowers that are dead in my hands
they will rise up at the very sight of you
they will naturally understand
that today is the day
that we find out once and for all
now you know i must leave here
you must let me stand or fall

you're my life, you're my hope
you're the chain, you're the rope
you're my god, you're my hell
you're the sky, you're myself
you're the reason i'm living
you're all that i have to discover

you're the rain, you're the stars
you're so near, you're so far
you're my friend, you're my foe
you're the miles left to go
you are everything i ever wanted
and you are my lover

if i leave will you follow can i put my faith in you

you're my life, you're my hope
you're the chain, you're the rope
you're my god, you're my hell


you're the sky, you're myself
you're the reason i'm living
you're all that i have to discover

you're the rain, you're the stars
you're so near, you're so far
you're my friend, you're my foe
you're the miles left to go
you are everything i ever wanted
and you are my lover

and i love you now
as i loved you then
but this island life
just had to end
but you will allways be
my special friend
i will carry you with me
and we can love again

now the drizzle
soaks us to the skin
and the stars hang like a noose
so let's face this together
now this storm is finally though

you're my life, you're my hope
you're the chain, you're the rope
you're my god, you're my hell
you're the sky, you're myself
you're the reason i'm living
you're all that i have to discover

you're the rain, you're the stars
you're so near, you're so far
you're my friend, you're my foe
you're the miles left to go
you are everything i ever wanted
and you are my lover

11   Morning Song (03:06)

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