Whilst getting my mind ready to come home to Australia after spending 2 months traveling around Europe, my last stop was of course Paris. I had one night only, to experience the true french way of living,  jamming all the magnificent monuments the city has to offer, I found my self staring into the one thing I dreamt about seeing as a young girl... The Eiffel Tower.

Not long after my amazement towards the beautiful atmosphere of the city, I got harassed by two young gypsy girls. They were trying to play tricks towards me for my money and pointed their sorrow eyes towards my guilty look. 

In my disgust of how young they were and their way of life, they confidently strolled away giggling and getting ready to target their next vulnerable person.

I turned back to the Eiffel tower, searching for some sense to what I had just witnessed, where this younger, hopeful gypsy had caught my eyes, who shamefully walked behind these two other girls. 
She was different, she was sad, but not a sorrow sad.
 
I strolled back to my hotel, pondering on the thought of myself as this young women, being brought up into a family with such or rather little morals. Being forced to live the gypsy life whilst having no inspiration for them to create their own dreams. After roaming the streets I finally got to my hotel room, sat by my lonesome self digesting everything I had just witnessed and wrote this song.

I do not know her name, or where she is at this specific moment, nor know what her life shall be like when she is older but  this young Gypsies daughter was my inspiration to my next song 'Gypsies Child' - A girl walking in the shadow of her family name.

Gypsies child

A preview of a song that has not yet been finished, but will be released next year will a hopeful band behind me.

Winter Blues (Demo)

The Man At The Pub

Peculiar Love

A moment in time that one would never forget, a moment in time that one would never be able to describe, a moment in time that one would never be able to feel again. A time of peace, a time of memories, a time of tigers. 

Tigers

A rough recording of a new song. 
DEMONS 
You try to escape, you know it's not right but those demons keep luring you in. At the end of it all, it's just this one big self inflicted moment. The demons have the upper hand on you, but you then realise that there was never a demon as such. It is just your comfort zone over powering your desires, and stopping you from touching anything that is out of that zone. 


Demons (DEMO)

Playing around with my house mates pedals - i don't know what the "secret" is... but apparently it's a dark secret. We all have them.

EmmaFrances