A tribute to the magic of stories.

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There was a phase during which Nischay became fascinated with the legend and history of King Richard the First, the Troubadour King. By all accounts, he was one of the few ‘artists’ who held a position of such power. This fascination coincided with Nischay’s attempt to study some French on the ‘Duolingo’ app. The chorus of this song is one of the few sentences that he learned to construct.

Nischay didn’t get far in either his historical research or his French studies, but he did acquire the initial inspiration for this song. He was enamoured by the idea of leading a public life whilst preserving one’s own private artistry, and not sharing too much of oneself. Hiding behind humor, tact and intelligence may seem silly, but it’s what he imagines even a King of England had to do at some point in his life.

Lyrics

In the streets they ask me how I feel
A crowd that’s quick to show me sympathy
One by one they all surround me
Disregarding space and boundary 

But I don’t think that I’m gonna let them in
I’ll just give them the old smile and wink
When they line up to ask me what I think
I won’t hesitate, no, I won’t blink

I’ll say je suis
Je suis la pomme rouge 

There’s no story
In telling the truth

Je suis la pomme rouge

In the morning, the birds, they sing to you
Their song, it travels down the avenue
Up the stairs and right into your room
Turn the corner and gaze at the moon

Through the continent you’ll forge a quest
You may fail, but you will try your best
This enterprise, it may seem ludicrous
Seek adventure, this is what you get

Je suis
Je suis la pomme rouge

There’s no story
In telling the truth

Je suis la pomme rouge



I never knew 

Where life would go 

Or who I’d be 

Minding my mood 

Buying new clothes 

And moving cities 

Sometimes I miss it 

Making decisions
Only for me 



Je suis
Je suis la pomme rouge 

There’s no glory
In telling the truth


Je suis
Je suis la pomme rouge 

There’s no story
In telling the truth

Je suis la pomme rouge