“Edges” by Zoey Lily – A Song Review

     It’s rare that a 19-year-old releases a debut single that has a sophistication approaching “Edges” by Zoey Lily. The full lyrics are included at the bottom of this post, but as a sample:

“They always said the world is round

But how could something round have so many edges?”

     The sophistication isn’t restricted to the lyrics. The arrangement of instruments enhances the emotional impact of the song, particular the surges and wanes of the strings and electric guitar. And while the backing vocals are simple, they are very effective.

     Zoey Lily is currently based in London. But her press materials state:

“Zoey Lily’s personal relationship with music began as a thirteen-year-old girl in the remote village of Les Mayons in southern France, where she first penned naive thoughts into poems, scripts and songs. Her own attraction towards musical expression took her by surprise, but this becomes all the more apparent once you delve into her past. Raised by a Parisian fashion designer for a mother and a prolific live music agent for a father, Zoey Lily’s childhood is soaked in rock ‘n’ roll…”

     “Edges” by Zoey Lily

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Lyrics of “Edges” by Zoey Lily

As time goes by,

We all get rough,

We may grow up

What does it feel like

Being silenced, being quiet?

Heads are full,

Full of questions, full of hopes

No one knows, where they’re gonna go.

But they always said the world is round

But how could something round have so many edges?

And although the air around our mouths becomes

Thinner and thinner, almost before the dawn,

I hope there are days,

Days you fall in love with being alive.

And we all know,

There is always this insecurity

Feels like falling

And waiting for the crash.

And we are screaming

For the world to change

Avenge the lost

Images of us.

They said the world is round

But how could something round have so many edges?

And although the air around our mouths becomes

Thinner and thinner, almost before the dawn,

I hope there are days,

Days you fall in love with being alive.

It’s all too much

And not enough at a same time

Tearing up the letters of the past

The letters of the past.

‘Cause they always said the world is round

But how could something round have so many edges?

And although the air around our mouths becomes

Thinner and thinner, almost before the dawn,

I hope there are days,

Days you fall in love with being alive.