Cibelle is a mononym of Brazilian singer Cibelle Cavalli, (São Paulo, 1978)… Read Full Bio ↴Cibelle is a mononym of Brazilian singer Cibelle Cavalli, (São Paulo, 1978) who was five-years-old, in São Paulo, when they told their mother they wanted to start guitar lessons. Their mother agreed, and Cibelle moved around from instrument to instrument, trying their hand at the piano, percussion, and voice. As a teenager they were more interested in acting, appearing in commercials and promotional spots on MTV Brazil, but eventually realized that singing was their true passion and started performing at jam sessions around the city. It was at one of these sessions that they met Mitar Subotić (a then-unknown Yugoslavian DJ, Suba), who performed his version of synth-heavy samba for the crowd. Cibelle was intrigued by his interpretation of Brazilian music and, at a friend's urging, got up on-stage to sing with him. Suba was so impressed that he invited them to come to his home recording studio to work on an album, what would later become the seminal São Paulo Confessions. Though the producer died tragically shortly after the record's release, Cibelle continued on, appearing on guitarist and singer/songwriter Celso Fonseca's 2003 album, Natural, and releasing their own self-titled debut album on Six Degrees/Ziriguiboom. They followed up in 2004 with their EP About a Girl, and two years later Shine of Dried Electric Leaves, which featured duets with Seu Jorge and Devendra Banhart, came out.

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Waiting
Cibelle Lyrics

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Sitting, staring
At my cigarette ash
Hmm...

Waiting hours
Smoke climbs to stars
Thinking 'bout life

Thinking 'bout life
When am I gonna see
Or is it
Going to be after I fly away, fly away...
Hmm...

Sitting, staring
At a cup of tea
Wandering, sweet time
Waves like the sea

Sitting, staring
At my cigarette ash

Waiting hours
Smoke climbs to stars

Thinking 'bout life
When am I gonna see
Or is it
Going to be after I fly away
Hmm...

Sitting, staring
At a cup of tea
Wandering, sweet times
Waves like the sea
Waves like the sea
Waves like the sea

Tic toc tic toc
Tic toc, tic toc
What's goin' on
Tic toc tic toc
Shall I hope from home (?)
Tic toc, tic toc

Sitting, staring
At my cigarette ash
Hmm...

Waiting hours
Smoke climbs to stars
Hmm...

Thinking 'bout life
When am I gonna see (Parapa...)
Or is it going to be
After I fly away
Parapa...

Tic toc tic toc (Parapa...)

Waiting hours
Smoke climbs to stars

Parapa...

Overall Meaning

Cibelle's song Waiting is a contemplative and dreamy track that centers on waiting, either for something to happen or for answers to life's questions. The lyrics capture the feeling of being lost in thought and lost in time, sitting and staring at mundane objects like cigarette ash or a cup of tea. The repetition of "waiting hours" emphasizes the sense of time being suspended and the smoke climbing to the stars heightens the dreamlike atmosphere.

The song also touches on the uncertainty of life and the internal struggle of wanting to know what's coming next. The line "when am I gonna see" suggests a desire for clarity or a sign, while "or is it going to be after I fly away" alludes to the possibility of finding answers after death. The refrain of "tic toc tic toc" creates a sense of urgency or restlessness, but it's unclear what the subject is waiting for or whether they will eventually take action.

Overall, Waiting is a contemplative and introspective song about the universal experience of waiting and searching for meaning in life.

Line by Line Meaning

Sitting, staring
Lost in thought, motionless.

At my cigarette ash
Paying attention to the remnant of her cigarette.

Waiting hours
Enduring a long period of time without any activity.

Smoke climbs to stars
The smoke from her cigarette rises as if it were reaching up to the sky.

Thinking 'bout life
Contemplating her existence.

When am I gonna see
Asking herself when she will finally understand something.

Or is it
Wondering whether she will ever gain insight.

Going to be after I fly away, fly away...
Will she only find meaning after she has departed?

At a cup of tea
Looking into a cup, possibly hoping for some kind of revelation or answer.

Wandering, sweet time
Idling away time that is neither hurried nor stressful.