Moan in the lowland, you’re starving for a sense
The ghost of Lady Berthe
Sing in the empty rooms the evergreen song of ideal
Your castle made of sorrow
Passion finally sunk in our sailing to boredom
Passion finally sunk in the plainness of the moon
And you can’t’ pray when you don’t know what believe in
You can just say that nothing blooms
Nothing blooms

Stuck in your cage, too late to turn the page
The ghost of Lady Berthe
You drunk so fast the lust for better lives
Books like a blade in your weak side
Passion finally sunk in our sailing to boredom
Passion finally sunk in the plainness of the moon
And you can’t’ pray when you don’t know what believe in
You can just say that nothing blooms
Nothing blooms

Maybe there’s no need to gloom
Bad choices you have made
Maybe there’s no need to gloom
Dark flowers that still fade

The Ghost Of Lady Berthe Demo

Palmer Beach

The time is cold and we destroyed
The precious work of innocent love
To surf a million miles from here, come on, it’s Palmer Beach
There’s no such thing as a winter spleen, no
Here your life may go behind our past sins

Palmer Beach perfect lie in your blue infected eye
We are beasts when we try to get too high

But you’ve seen the crackle behind
The sea and their laugh are too loud 
The jester is killed behind the scene, come on, it’s Palmer Beach
There’s no such thing as a winter spleen, no
Here your life may go behind our past sins

Palmer Beach perfect lie in your blue infected eye
We are beasts when we try to get too high

As you go time will show if rust is uncovered
As we go death will slowly shake and break our minds

Palmer Beach demo

Lucy's Dreams

Lucy’s dreams never sleep in the secret flask she drinks
Bloody streams never sleep in the gentle dress she wears
Can you feel her veins beat? Can you hear her voice squeak? 
The more you push the more it bleeds
The more you push the more you bleed

	
Put your nails in your head, choke this sweat in your bed
Bite your tongue when you sink in your fake memories
Of moody lovers, poisoned flowers, ruby clovers
And every night you dream of a thousand roses in a rolling river

His voice rings in the midnight blow
And your blood is running in the midnight flow

The more you push the more you bleed
The more you push the more your hand bleeds


Lucy's Dreams demo

MIDNIGHT RIDE

Come dear friends, let’s swim, in the dark with me,
Take your father’s car and leave the town before midnight,
with Dylan on the back seat,

I stare at the hazed road and try to solve the mystery, to find nothing,
And I turn to your smiling faces
To feel your strength, to feel your weakness,
Just like me

Swim with me, swim in the dark…
If I shiver just turn up the sound of the music
If we shiver when we walk alone the eyes closed

It is 3 in the morning, the streets look evil, but drive to beach, into the dread again, to find the sparkle again
And I turn to your worried faces
To feel your strength, to feel your weakness,
Just like me

Swim with me, swim in the dark…
If I shiver just turn up the sound of music
If we shiver when we walk alone the eyes closed

I drive across the silence and forget how many times you lied

Midnight Ride demo

ST Jerome - Stories In The Sand - 2014

Lucy’s dreams never sleep in the secret flask she drinks
Bloody streams never sleep in the gentle dress she swings
Can you feel her veins beat? Can you hear her voice squeak? 
The more you push the more it bleeds
The more you push the more you bleed

	
Put your nails in your head, choke this sweat in your bed
Bite your tongue when you sink in your fake memories
Of moody lovers, poisoned flowers, ruby clovers
And every night you dream of a thousand roses in a rolling river

The more you push the more your hand bleeds

And life fades in Lucy's dreams
No lover turns back when she spins
No flame burns when she sleeps


Lucy's Dreams

ST Jerome - Stories In The Sand - 2014

They wander through the port,
Cold mornings never keep
Their hope into brick homes,
Where their lovers turn into foam
They gaze at a bleak ocean
Horizon, dull grey, always quiet
Tonight may the storm take their sons?
Tonight could their tears sway the port?

Ohh where did you sail my dear?
A good home is something you fear

When they hear the woolly call
Of some heroes drawn by the heat
The smiling days can recur
Humble feast of a fragile new season
Soon nature gonna steal them back
And no word will hold them back
Tonight may the storm take their sons?
Tonight could their tears sway the port?

Ohh where did you sail my dear?
A good home is something you fear

But in the end freedom is a rotten boat
That gonna leave you drowned on the shore

Ohh should I hope like the wives of Saintt John Harbour?
Where did you sail my love?
Where did you sail my love?



The Wives Of Saint John Harbour

ST Jerome - Stories In The Sand - 2014


The sand is my kingdom
I blow it away when it stifles my frail earth
And it burns, and it hurts
But the desert rose still blooms in the hell of the land
And the land is freezing
When the night will come in my garden
I’ll keep a quiet place for you
For us, for you and all the horns that one day will bleed your hands

Blow it away
Leave it behind
The wind in your desert will scare all the fake ghosts away
So blow it away
Leave her behind
You’re not as weak as their siren would to like spread
Blow it away
Leave her behind
The desert rose is stronger than niggling sands

Miles away I think about you
I hope you take care of each other
I hope you hold on to your dreams
I hope you know now I had to go
I hope you hold on to your dreams

Desert Rose Garden
Desert Rose Garden
Desert Rose Garden


Desert Rose Garden

ST Jerome - Stories In The Sand - 2014

Don’t switch on the TV, don’t turn on the lights
Don’t even try to breathe the dank winds that wheeze outside
Just lock up the door and trash all new papers
Cause we know that things get worst, that we get closer to disaster

In the red shades, on the cold sheets, in the attic,
Weeks after weeks, when the whole world hides its treasures
You did so much for me
But you didn’t want to stay with me

We lost ourselves in the streets
Full of naked plastic boards
Spend your money in this boiler full of sad and perfect men

I listened to your husky voice in the lane
But I couldn’t cast my eyes too far from yours

In the red shades, on the cold sheets, in the attic,
Weeks after weeks, when the whole world hides its treasures
You did so much for me
But you didn’t want to stay with me


In The Attic

ST Jerome - Stories In The Sand - 2014

I fall asleep late in the morning
Pull my head straight in the hole of a sparkly road
I ride hazy mane of a nursery rhyme
Now the showman takes me in his carnival
Spinning candies shooting stars
It fells like childhood and tastes like paradise
But soon I bend over muddy waters

Laughing on a child's shoulder someone is wearing a mask
I see the reflection of an ugly dwarf and a bitter old man

Woken up to an empty field
Confused like in the dream I once had
Disappointed by the theater of life
I keep searching for bright lights and joyful sounds
It fells like heaven has left me behind once again

Laughing on a child's shoulder someone is wearing a mask
I see the reflection of an ugly dwarf and a bitter old man
Bal Masqué, you can't find a mask to hide the old man behind

Bal Masqué

http://www.stjeromemusic.com/songs/thewivesofstjohnharbour.html

THE WIVES OF SAINT JOHN HARBOUR

They wander through the port,
Cold mornings never keep
Their hope into brick homes,
Where their lovers turn into foam
They gaze at a bleak ocean
Horizon, dull grey, always quiet
Tonight may the storm take their sons?
Tonight could their tears sway the port?

Ohh where did you sail my dear?
A good home is something you fear

When they hear the woolly call
Of some heroes drawn by the heat
The smiling days can recur
Humble feast of a fragile new season
Soon nature gonna steal them back
And no word will hold them back
Tonight may the storm take their sons?
Tonight could their tears sway the port?

Ohh where did you sail my dear?
A good home is something you fear

But in the end freedom is a rotten boat
It gonna leave you drowned on the shore
Ohh should I hope 
like the wives of St John Harbour?
Where did you sail my love?
Where did you sail my love?

The Wives of Saint John Harbour

Music & Memento Mori
All songs written and recorded by Raphael Bantigny


ST Jerome

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