Sophie Hunger

Sophie Hunger

 Zürich, Zurich, CHE
BandFolkAcoustic

Sophie Hunger’s musical life reads like a fairy tale. The 25 year old Swiss singer has been on the road, sharing stages with some of the country’s most successful artists, from Erik Truffaz to the Young Gods, even playing with Stephan Eicher. LP "Monday's Ghost" hit the number 1 spot in Swiss Charts

Biography

Sophie Hunger’s musical life reads like a fairy tale. Totally unknown two years ago, the 25 year old Swiss singer has been on the road ever since, sharing stages with some of the country’s most successful artists, from Erik Truffaz to the Young Gods, even playing with Stephan Eicher. Sophie Hunger owes this recognition as much to her incredible talent as to the word of mouth that followed every one of her performances. She recorded her debut album at home in just a few days, released it on her own label and very quickly became the scene and the critic’s darling. The record was a slow burner, slowly evolving from the underground cult hit it was at first to becoming a huge commercial success. After her performance at the Eurosonic 2008, French daily newspaper Liberation predicted Sophie "would not stay Switzerland's best kept secret for long".

Sketches on Sea is a very original album, the musical directions are limitless, from traditional folk songwriting bathed in jazzy moods to soul balladry, Sophie Hunger’s musical universe is amazingly flourished, nourished by an exceptionally fragile yet mature voice. More than a basic formula, this ability to cross genres is totally unique and showcases the singer’s many talents. For Sketches On Sea, she collaborated with a great number of amazing musicians, from a trombone player to a flamenco guitarist, without ever sounding like a soulless group of sessionists. Sophie’s technical prowesses can lead her anywhere and allow her to do things that nobody else could get away with.

Sophie Hunger has always worked in a collaborative spirit, and her many musical interests have led her to a fascinating geographic and personality mix. Recorded in Lausanne (studio du Flon) and Brussels (ICP), produced by Marcello Giuliani (already acclaimed for his work with Henri Salvador, Etienne Daho or Jane Birkin), her new album will be an illustration of that relentless quest for new ideas, new people and new sounds. Eagerly awaited, Sophie calls it her "first studio album" and it will without any doubt bring her already impressive career to new heights.

The album "Monday's Ghost" hit the number 1 spot in the Swiss Charts first week.

Lyrics

Monday's Ghost Album

Written By: Emilie Welti

Shape

They said:
“Lady or gentleman
You’re either or
It’s morning, it’s evening
It’s once or it’s more”
What’s that name? Eh, what’s that name? What’s my name again?
When I held up the roof the floor would cave in

Shadow boxing, monologue and we talk and we talk and we talk
Shadow boxing, monologue and we walk and we walk and we walk

Scribbling and coughing a line in the winds
So busy with oiling your sandcastle’s hinges
What’s that name yeah what’s that name yeah what’s my name again?
Stamp on the ground and the ceiling falls in

Shadow boxing, monologue and we talk and we talk and we talk
Shadow boxing, monologue and we walk and we walk and we walk
Shadow boxing, monologue and we clean and we clean and we clean
Shadow boxing, monologue and we dream and we dream and we dream

And we go down to the beggar, to reach for the queen
And it’s now and forever, and we are and we seem
And we sculpture a statue to worship and bear
The chaos that’s behind the glass of who and what and who and what we are

The boat is full
Das Boot ist voll

“The boat is full” I hear us warning as we order French champagne
“The boat is full” I hear us yearning “let’s build a fence against the rain”
“The boat is full” I hear us turning on a highway made of gold
“The boat is full” we’re so concerned and pass a law against the cold

There is someone out there breathing
On the top of all our lungs
Do you really think we’re easy
Because of what we’ve done?

If this is full, then what is empty,
Other than our will to live?
If this is full, then what exactly,
Have we possibly achieved?

So, is this it? Where we begin
they end, they end?
So, is this it? Where we begin,
they end, they end?

A Protest Song

You are the answer, you never talk
You have no question, you are a thought
You are the answer, you’re shaped and emblazed
Through the holes in my cover, you’re something I made
You are the answer, my truthful response
My final saying when everyone’s gone

You’re my illusion, my pattern of wrong
A hollow idol on the tip of my tongue
You’re my disgrace, my self-made war
And I don’t want to remember faith anymore
I’m wasting myself in the name of a fake
You were made for me by mistake

I had nothing before, then I had you
I was denying, now I refuse
I’ve never been young, you’ll never grow old
My life’s in my words and my hands they are cold.
I never made sense but now I disturb
I’m bashing my goods against the door of the world

Oh wash away
Oh wash away
You had nothing to say
You were made for me by mistake

Walzer für Niemand

Niemand kommt rein und setzt sich hin
Den Fuss auf den Tisch, die Hand unters Kinn
Niemand ist hungrig, mein Frühstücksmenu
Niemand kommt immer zu früh

Niemand, ich habe Geschenke für Dich
Was wär ich geworden gäb es Dich nicht
Meine gesammelten Werke, bitte sehr,
Alles gehört nur Dir

Niemand, keiner kennt mich wie Du
Unbedingt, ich geb alles zu
Keine Enttäuschung, kein einziges Mal
Aber Dir ist eh alles egal

Niemand, siehst Du’s? Ich wachse nicht mehr
Meine Hände sind Füsse, niemand schau her
Bald bin ich nichts und das was dann bleibt
Ist Deine Wenigkeit

Niemand, was, was willst Du?
Immer bist Du hier
Niemand, was, was willst Du
Von mir?

Birth-Day

In my backyard I grew a statue
Overwhelming and high
And I thought it was a virtue
To gaze at it and sigh
And time passed by, and so did I.

Now I just woke up in your morning
To find that I’m there too
Suddenly you start moving saying:
“What is it you do?”
You’re not a star, but you are, you are
I’m not your fan, but I am, I am

And I’m so glad that you’re no legend
But that there are two cups on the floor
Let’s not talk about heaven
Let’s have a beer on the shore
You’re not unbelievable, but you are here
And I’m not unachievable, but now I’m here

Sophie Hunger Blues

My brother is a farmer so you ask him what to do
The rain’s about to harm you, “build a fence” he says to you
So you build a fence and wonder while you’re slowly sinking in
About the chief commander suggesting you should swim
And that’s the very moment when you stop and start to fear: “It’s strange in here”

Now the whole place around you is drowning in a flood
While the military’s aiming at the sky that wouldn’t stop
My sister is a lawyer so you ask her what to do
Your boy’s drowned right before you “let me sue” she says to you
And that’s the very moment when you stop and start to fear: “It’s strange in here”

Now the whole city’s floating gently towards the sea
You’re turning to the President: “Ah Sir, don’t let this be”
He chuckles once and chuckles twice and then begins to shout:
“Lets bring them clouds to justice, track em down and smoke em out”
And that’s the very moment when you stop and start to fear: “It’s strange in here”

When I was born I felt a tremble in my hand
And in short time it started to expand
It travelled up my arm

Discography

Mondays' Ghost
Sketches on Sea