Story Behind The Song

This song is very personal to me. Throughout my life I have I have had problems with eating - a need to control what I eat. There is not a day goes by that I don't worry about my weight. I have never had anorexia but, in difficult times the need to be thin becomes more important than ever.....it's deeper than that .... it's as though I can't find suitable food that wouldn't pollute me or make me put on too much weight. I was very sad around the time that Yonass first sent me his music. I immediately was able to let some of my feelings speak through this song." Yonass and Mandie Davis are two musicians working together in the South West of France. Yonass plays all the instruments into his computer then sends it to Mandie who writes the melody and lyrics. This song is the first they made together - before they had even met.

Song Description

'Under my Skin' has a melancholy feel. Gentle female vocals with a sold percussion base. The song talks about Ana - the friend of anorexics and how she haunts the singer who is exhausted by the endless measuring of her weight.

Lyrics

(spoken) A ghost, with no shame
A ghost. A ghost with no shame

Shoulder blades, where my wings sprout
So I can fly away
Light, my frailty waits
On the verge of pain

Chorus:
Arms? - twigs theyre arching all the way to heaven
Lips clenched, because Im tired so I hide away

(spoken) She calls like a ghost with no shame
She has no substance
Anas my chain

A ghost with no shame

Measure the race Im in
Gets better everyday
Mirror, why cant you be my friend
And help me find the way

Chorus:
Arms? - twigs theyre arching all the way to heaven
Lips clenched because Im tired so I hide away

et en francais;

Sous ma peau

Un fantôme, sans honte
Un fantôme. Un fantôme sans honte

Omoplates, où mes ailes poussent
Ainsi je peux voler
Légere, ma faiblesse guette
Sur le bord de la douleur

Refrain :
Bras ? - des brindilles qui se dressent vers le paradis
Lèvres pincées, parce que je suis fatigué je me cache


Elle appelle comme un fantôme sans honte
Elle n'a pas de substance
Ana est ma chaîne

Un fantôme sans honte

Mesurer la course dans laquelle je suis
Obtenir le meilleur chaque jour
Miroir, pourquoi ne peux-tu pas être mon ami
Et m'aider à trouver le chemin

Refrain :
Bras ? - des brindilles qui se dressent vers le paradis
Lèvres pincées, parce que je suis fatigué je me cache