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Idris Coulibaly

Water in Your Name

Learned guitar from cassettes traded across the desert and still trades cassettes

vex on it

the run

Honest use case: Someone who appreciates ambient, meditative music with a clear emotional core, and understands the cultural context of desert blues.

Exhibit: “Your blue scarf knotted at my wrist / Still smells of rain that don't exist”

style

  • desert blues
  • tuareg guitar
  • hypnotic modal riffs
  • hand percussion
  • male tenor
  • weathered and hypnotic
  • dusty analog warmth
  • trance
  • francophone west african accent
  • hypnotic

the numbers

bpm
108
key
F minor
energy
0.76
dance
0.95
valence
0.36
vocal at
3.1s
length
4:38
words
236
clichés
0
language
Fr

most sung: “water” ×19 · “name” ×19 · “say” ×12

shared with the crate: 35 other songs use “rain” · 71 other songs use “night”

lyrics

(sand hisses on the tent)
(eh-eh... eh-eh)

Three days of dunes between us two
My tin kettle rattles on the coals
I brew the tea the way you do
Three glasses: bitter, sweet, then whole
(eh-eh)

The moon rides low to hear these strings
(the moon, the moon)
It carries what the desert sings

I say water, I mean your name
(your name, your name)
I say water, I mean your name
Every well I pass says the same
I say water, I mean your name
(water... water...)
I say water, I mean your name

Your blue scarf knotted at my wrist
Still smells of rain that don't exist
I walk at night, I rest at noon
And argue romance with the moon
(eh-eh, the moon)

I say water, I mean your name
(your name, your name)
I say water, I mean your name
Every well I pass says the same
I say water, I mean your name
(water... water...)
I say water, I mean your name

If I arrive with empty hands
(empty hands)
Know that I gave them to the sands

I say water, I mean your name
(your name, your name)
I say water, I mean your name
Every well I pass says the same
I say water, I mean your name
(water... water...)
I say water, I mean your name

(wind takes the last note)
Water...
(your name)