Sylvia
Double Echo Lyrics


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Sylvia static though her form is changing
Sylvia staring from the haunted painting
Sylvia in the distance, clotting in distorted air
Sylvia in exhibition, dripping nature from her hair

Cut open in a field
Again as before
But Sylvia does not feel
Her body slipping through the gauze

Sylvia left a trail of bread around her maze
Sylvia, left for dead, she never found her way
Sylvia, in frosted glass she writhes
Sylvia her vengeance will be mine

She's broken on a wheel
The same as before
But Sylvia does not feel
Her body slipping through the gauze

Sylvia beyond the door, she rattles almost silent
Sylvia her little windows smash themselves in quiet violence
Sylvia in state transcendent, now a puddle of a girl
Sylvia into debasement turns and turns and does not return
Sylvia the solipsist dreaming of herself
Sylvia I never kissed, I never saw or felt




Sylvia fluorescent specter of the well
Sylvia's dissolving shell

Overall Meaning

The song "Sylvia" by Double Echo is a haunting and melancholic track that showcases the band's signature gothic rock sound. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a character named Sylvia who is undergoing a transformation of sorts. The first verse describes Sylvia as being static, even though her form is changing. This is followed by the image of her staring from a haunted painting and being seen in the distance, clotting in distorted air. The second verse talks about Sylvia leaving a trail of bread around her maze, her body slipping through the gauze, and being broken on a wheel. The third verse sees Sylvia rattling almost silently beyond the door, her little windows smashing themselves in quiet violence, and her turning into a puddle of a girl. The song ends with Sylvia becoming a fluorescent specter of the well, with her dissolving shell being mentioned.


Overall, the song "Sylvia" seems to be about a woman who is going through a profound transformation that is not entirely under her control. The lyrics invoke eerie and unsettling imagery, which contributes to the sense of unease that the song creates. It is unclear what exactly is happening to Sylvia, but the repeated mentions of her body slipping through the gauze and being broken on a wheel suggest that she is undergoing some kind of physical or metaphysical torment. The references to Sylvia being a solipsist dreaming of herself and never having been kissed or seen add to the sense of isolation and tragedy that the song evokes.


Line by Line Meaning

Sylvia static though her form is changing
Sylvia appears immovable even though she is constantly transforming


Sylvia staring from the haunted painting
Sylvia is depicted as a spooky figure through her portrait


Sylvia in the distance, clotting in distorted air
Sylvia's presence in the far distance is distorted like a clot in the atmosphere


Sylvia in exhibition, dripping nature from her hair
Sylvia's display shows her natural beauty, which is oozing from her hair


Cut open in a field
Sylvia's body is cut open in a field


Again as before
This is a repeated occurrence


But Sylvia does not feel
Sylvia is numb to the pain due to her out-of-body experience


Her body slipping through the gauze
Sylvia's body is slipping through the gauze, signifying her soul departing from her body


Sylvia left a trail of bread around her maze
Sylvia leaves a trail of breadcrumbs to mark her path while trying to navigate through a complex situation


Sylvia, left for dead, she never found her way
Sylvia's lifeless body is left stranded, unable to find its way through the maze


Sylvia, in frosted glass she writhes
Sylvia is depicted as a writhing figure in frosted glass


Sylvia her vengeance will be mine
The artist of the song plans to take revenge on behalf of Sylvia


She's broken on a wheel
Sylvia's body is being tortured by being broken on a wheel


The same as before
This is a repeated occurrence


But Sylvia does not feel
Sylvia is numb to the pain due to her out-of-body experience


Her body slipping through the gauze
Sylvia's body is slipping through the gauze, signifying her soul departing from her body


Sylvia beyond the door, she rattles almost silent
Sylvia is beyond a door, making an almost inaudible noise while shaking


Sylvia her little windows smash themselves in quiet violence
Glass windows in Sylvia's vicinity are violently smashing on their own


Sylvia in state transcendent, now a puddle of a girl
Sylvia is in a state of transcendence, and now appears as a helpless, motionless girl


Sylvia into debasement turns and turns and does not return
Sylvia is spiraling down towards debasement and cannot be retrieved


Sylvia the solipsist dreaming of herself
Sylvia is labeled as a solipsist who dreams only of herself


Sylvia I never kissed, I never saw or felt
The artist of the song never had any intimate contact or any personal encounter with Sylvia


Sylvia fluorescent specter of the well
Sylvia is a glowing, ghostly figure from the well


Sylvia's dissolving shell
Sylvia's external appearance is rapidly fading away




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@queziagama4400

[Lyrics]

Sylvia static though her form is changing
Sylvia staring from the haunted painting
Sylvia in the distance, clotting in distorted air
Sylvia in exhibition, dripping nature from her hair

Cut open in a field
Again as before
But Sylvia does not feel
Her body slipping through the gauze

Sylvia left a trail of bread around her maze
Sylvia, left for dead, she never found her way
Sylvia, in frosted glass she writhes
Sylvia her vengeance will be mine

She's broken on a wheel
The same as before
But Sylvia does not feel
Her body slipping through the gauze

Sylvia beyond the door, she rattles almost silent
Sylvia her little windows smash themselves in quiet violence
Sylvia in state trancendent, now a puddle of a girl
Sylvia into debasement turns and turns and does not return
Sylvia the solipsist dreaming of herself
Sylvia I never kissed, I never saw or felt
Sylvia flourescent specter of the well
Sylvia's dissolving shell



@julianadias9530

Tradução em português do Brasil:


Sylvia

Sylvia estática, apesar de sua forma estar mudando
Sylvia olhando da pintura assombrada
Sylvia à distância, coagulando no ar distorcido
Sylvia em exposição, pingando a natureza dos cabelos

Corte aberto em um campo
Novamente como antes
Mas Sylvia não sente
Seu corpo deslizando através da gaze

Sylvia deixou um rastro de pão ao redor do labirinto
Sylvia, deixada para morrer, ela nunca encontrou seu caminho
Sylvia, em vidro fosco, ela se contorce
Sylvia sua vingança será minha

Ela está quebrada em uma roda
O mesmo que antes
Mas Sylvia não sente
Seu corpo deslizando através da gaze

Sylvia além da porta, ela sacode quase silenciosamente
Sylvia suas pequenas janelas se quebram em violência silenciosa
Sylvia em estado transcendente, agora uma poça de menina
Sylvia em degradação vira e vira e não volta
Sylvia, a solipsista, sonhando consigo mesma
Sylvia eu nunca beijei, nunca vi ou senti
Sylvia espectro fluorescente do poço
Casca dissolvente de Sylvia



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@angeloronzoni

The Cure+The Sister Of Mercy+Danse Society

@Materva-hv6sz

Everything new that I like is derivative of the past

@philiparcher5963

there are lots of great sounds from the Eighties.Mostly,of the Post-Punk variety (lots of genres associated with Post-Punk) .

@sarahalyssa4885

samee

@SheenasShowtime

I've just discovered Double Echo via this year's WGT band announcement list - I'm more than stunned by those mesmerizing soundscapes ... guess I'm really looking forward to their performance in June !🖤

@saritasanches8243

Me too!

@queziagama4400

[Lyrics]

Sylvia static though her form is changing
Sylvia staring from the haunted painting
Sylvia in the distance, clotting in distorted air
Sylvia in exhibition, dripping nature from her hair

Cut open in a field
Again as before
But Sylvia does not feel
Her body slipping through the gauze

Sylvia left a trail of bread around her maze
Sylvia, left for dead, she never found her way
Sylvia, in frosted glass she writhes
Sylvia her vengeance will be mine

She's broken on a wheel
The same as before
But Sylvia does not feel
Her body slipping through the gauze

Sylvia beyond the door, she rattles almost silent
Sylvia her little windows smash themselves in quiet violence
Sylvia in state trancendent, now a puddle of a girl
Sylvia into debasement turns and turns and does not return
Sylvia the solipsist dreaming of herself
Sylvia I never kissed, I never saw or felt
Sylvia flourescent specter of the well
Sylvia's dissolving shell

@KS-zy3xr

Reminds me of Charlotte Sometimes.

@kahmul

thank you very much!

@huuh.99

Quien en2023

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