1) Nostalghia’s music i… Read Full Bio ↴There are multiple artists named Nostalghia;
1) Nostalghia’s music is best described in palate form; a vulnerable outpour of elemental emotional landscape married to its cinema of sound, birthing what is now coined by fans as, “Post-apocalyptic gypsy punk.”
California-Iranian native Ciscandra Nostalghia was primarily raised by her Persian mother, Persian and German Grandmother, her sister’s Jamaican and English father, and her Irish and Russian father, who spoke fluent French. Keeping to herself and having difficulty making friends who understood the cultural dynamic of her family, Ciscandra found freedom in self-induced entertainment, the music of language, and the sound of diversity, digesting and expelling it in the form of art, galvanizing her solitude into the vulnerable-behind-veil, intimate yet expansive sound of NOSTALGHIA.
Despite the depth of her work as a singer/songwriter, Ciscandra envisioned larger possibility, a grander environment to exorcise her inner demons, and harness her outer hopes. Plagued by the hunger for something more, she placed a tersely worded ad on Craigslist (“looking for the real deal,”/ “do not waste my time.”) soon receiving a response from Roy Gnan, a sleepless Philadelphia native, studied drummer who intuitively understood what NOSTALGHIA was-wasn’t. Together they began recording Nostalghia’s first independent release, “I Am Robot, Hear Me Glitch,” (mixed and mastered by three-time Grammy Award winning, Dave Way) receiving praise for its innovatively unique synthesis of Primal Pop and The Avant-Garde, and accolade as a strong force on the rise.
After much experimentation, Nostalghia settled on a three-piece live band, including Ciscandra Nostalghia herself, Roy Gnan, and Manchester native Cellist Claire Courchene. Best described as, naked beneath lights, Nostalghia transports the audience into a cathartic dimension, riding the universal waves of feeling, intensity, and passion; a journey and movement into the unknown, a spiritual transcendence, and a place where all walks of life can connect to the global understanding of love, pain, struggle, and triumph.
Forcing herself into the uncomfortable pitch of questions regarding life, death, taboo, obsession, entrapment, seclusion, and ultimately complete-chaos, Ciscandra spawned the inner workings of what is soon to be Nostalghia’s (Roy Gnan capturing, and together soundscaping) 2013 widespread release; touching, and at times beating, on the intimacy and affliction of love.
When asked the daunting question, “So what do you hope to achieve?”
Nostalghia responds with a smirk and a wink, “Only everything we’ve set out to do.”
2) Atmospheric Black Metal from Mexico City, Mexico.
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Stockholm Syndrome
Nostalghia Lyrics
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I've lost my tea
I cannot find it
It's lost as sea
Poured my soul out
He's got my spoon
Popped in his glass eye
Feel brand new
Let's get a room
My sweetest torture
Don't die so soon
I lost my fortune
Buried my purse
You know you owe me
For what it's worth
Depend on nothing
My mother said
Cuz' all that loves you
Will shoot your dead
T-Tear those eyes out
They'll do no good
Sh-shut that red mouth
As mother should
Oh Stockholm syndrome
Let's get a room
My sweetest torture
Don't die so soon
I lost my fortune
Buried my purse
You know you owe me
For what it's worth
Oh mummy dearest
Where are you now?
He's got my eyeballs
He tore them out
And now I love him
I love him true
There's nothing left
For him to do ***
But kill me slowly
But kill me slowly
But kill me slowly.
But kill me off.
The lyrics to Nostalghia's song Stockholm Syndrome are poignant and emotionally charged. The first stanza, "All hail fidgets, I've lost my tea, I cannot find it, It's lost at sea," could be interpreted as a metaphor for losing one's grip on reality, or feeling lost and adrift in life. The next lines, "Poured my soul out, He's got my spoon, Popped in his glass eye, Feel brand new" suggest a sense of vulnerability and surrender, as the singer pours out their deepest feelings to someone who may not necessarily be trustworthy. The chorus, "Oh Stockholm syndrome, Let's get a room, My sweetest torture, Don't die so soon" seems to reference the psychological phenomenon of Stockholm Syndrome, in which hostages develop an emotional connection to their captors.
The second stanza deepens the sense of desperation and loss. "I lost my fortune, Buried my purse, You know you owe me, For what it's worth" speaks to a sense of sacrifice or giving up something valuable, potentially for someone who doesn't appreciate or reciprocate the gesture. The next couplet, "Depend on nothing, My mother said, Cuz' all that loves you, Will shoot your dead" suggests a cynical view of love and relationships, as the singer's mother warns against relying on anyone else for support. The third stanza is perhaps the most haunting, as the singer addresses their mother specifically, asking "Oh mummy dearest, Where are you now? He's got my eyeballs, He tore them out." This could be interpreted literally or metaphorically, but either way it is a disturbing image that reflects the sense of powerlessness and despair in the song.
Line by Line Meaning
All hail fidgets
I am becoming a slave to my anxious tendencies.
I've lost my tea
I am feeling lost and without direction.
I cannot find it
My anxiety has left me feeling helpless and stuck.
It's lost as sea
The source of my comfort and stability has disappeared.
Poured my soul out
I have given my all to someone in the past, leaving me feeling vulnerable.
He's got my spoon
Someone else has control over something that should be mine.
Popped in his glass eye
The person who has my spoon has taken something from me to better themselves.
Feel brand new
Despite losing something important, I am feeling rejuvenated and revitalized.
Oh Stockholm syndrome
I have become attached to someone who has taken something from me.
Let's get a room
I want to be alone with the person who has control over me.
My sweetest torture
Despite the pain, I still feel a love and loyalty for the person holding power over me.
Don't die so soon
I don't want to lose the person who has control over me, even though they have caused me pain.
I lost my fortune
I've lost something that I valued greatly, whether it be a material object or something intangible.
Buried my purse
I am trying to hide the fact that I have lost something valuable or that I am struggling financially.
You know you owe me
The person who has control over me has taken something from me that they owe me for, either financially or emotionally.
For what it's worth
Despite being owed something, I am questioning whether it was truly valuable or worth the trouble.
Depend on nothing
My mother warned me not to rely on anyone or anything, as it will only lead to pain.
Cuz' all that loves you
Even the things that you are attached to and bring you comfort can harm you in the end.
Will shoot your dead
The things that we depend on can turn against us and cause us harm.
T-Tear those eyes out
I want to remove any ability to see what is causing me harm.
They'll do no good
Seeing the situation for what it is will only cause more pain and heartache.
Sh-shut that red mouth
I want to silence anyone who will tell me the truth and force me to face reality.
As mother should
Even though it may be harsh, sometimes it's necessary to listen to your mother's advice.
Oh mummy dearest
I am calling out to the person who once gave me guidance and support.
Where are you now?
I am feeling lost and without direction, wishing for someone to guide me once again.
He's got my eyeballs
The person who has control over me has taken everything from me, including my ability to see things clearly.
He tore them out
The person who has control over me has not only taken my ability to see, but has caused me harm and pain.
And now I love him
Despite everything, I am still attached to the person who has caused me harm and pain.
I love him true
My feelings of attachment and love for the person who has harmed me are genuine.
There's nothing left
The person who has control over me has taken everything and I am left with nothing.
For him to do ***
The only thing that is left for the person who has control over me to do is to end my suffering and pain.
But kill me slowly
I am willing to endure pain and suffering as long as the person who has control over me is still around.
But kill me off.
I am willing to sacrifice everything, even my own life, for the person who has control over me.
Writer(s): Ciscandra Nostalghia, Roy Alan Gnan
Contributed by Sophia K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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