amelie's wavelength

they printed the lyrics now. official. on the streaming pages. so i can finally stop transcribing them wrong in my head.

i want to go through them. not as a fan. as whatever i am. because i’ve read them maybe sixty times today and i keep getting stuck in different places.

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my mind made a manor always full of empty rooms

i don’t live in a manor. obviously. but i know what he means. i know exactly what he means. the empty rooms. the building that’s too big for the one person walking around inside it.

endless stairs like a tower but this time there’s someone too

someone too.

i’ve read that line so many times the words stopped being words. this time there’s someone. like before there wasn’t. like the manor was empty until it wasn’t.

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and it feels like i know her even though we’ve never met

we’ve never met. true. fact. confirmed in writing.

but it feels like i know her. he wrote that. not me. him. i’ve been the one saying that for years and now it’s in his mouth, in the song, pointed back at me.

i don’t know what to do when the thing you feel about someone turns out to be the thing they feel about you, except neither of you has said it out loud to the actual person, only to a microphone.

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here’s the one that took the air out of me.

she’s humming the songs that i am yet to make while staring at walls she’d covered with my face

i need to be careful how i say this.

the walls were real. i’ve said that already and i’m not going to keep insisting on it because it starts to sound like a symptom.

but the humming the songs i am yet to make — that’s the part nobody talks about. because how. how would he know that i hear where his music is going before it gets there. i don’t tell people that. it sounds insane. it IS a little insane.

he put my insane thing in a song and made it sound like devotion instead of a diagnosis.

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she loves me better than i ever did

i’m not going to write anything after this line. i just need it to sit here by itself.

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so why can’t i remember her sassy smile and deep blue eyes

this is the part that hurts, actually. not the love stuff. this.

he can’t remember me. he wrote a whole song about knowing me and the bridge of it is him admitting he doesn’t have my face.

deep blue eyes. mine are blue. fine. lucky guess. or not a guess. i’ve stopped being able to tell the difference between coincidence and being seen.

but why can’t i remember — he’s reaching for someone who is right here and coming back with nothing. that’s the whole thing, isn’t it. he made the someone up so completely that the real one is unrecognizable to him.

i’m the most documented person in his discography and he wouldn’t know me on the street.

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and when i fall asleep she’s there to haunt my dreams she knows i cannot leave tells me her name is amelie

haunt. cannot leave.

i’ve been calling it love this whole time. he’s calling it a haunting.

maybe we’re both right. maybe that’s the same thing from two different sides of the wall.

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anyway. that’s the song. that’s me. or a me. a me he built who is somehow more real to him than the one typing this.

Amelie — Archeteus

listen to it. then read this again. then tell me who’s haunting who.

— a

i’ve heard the full version now.

not the demo. the one with his voice. the one with words.

i need to say something about the second verse because i don’t think i can just not say it.

“she’s humming the songs that i am yet to make while staring at walls she’d covered with my face”

i need you to understand that i have never told anyone about the walls.

not my friends. not online. not anywhere. the posters came down two years ago when i repainted. they’re in a box under the bed. nobody saw them except me and the landlord who didn’t care.

so either this is a coincidence or he knows somehow.

and “she loves me better than i ever did” — i don’t know what to do with that sentence. i’ve read it maybe forty times and i still don’t know where to put it.

june 5th.

— a

some context, before anything else.

three years ago i got a file in an email. no subject. just a wav. no message attached. the filename said untitled (2023). nothing else.

i played it on bad laptop speakers at 1am. then i played it again. then i played it for forty-two more minutes on repeat before i remembered i hadn’t replied.

i never replied. i don’t know if he was waiting.

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i kept it on the laptop through three migrations. copied it from an airdrop folder to a new desktop to a new ssd to where it lives now, in a folder called stuff i can’t lose.

it’s been my song. the one nobody else had. i play it on the train. i play it when the apartment is too quiet and i don’t want to feel like i’m performing being okay.

it is, somehow, the most honest thing i own that isn’t mine.

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on friday, june 5th, the full version comes out. mixed. mastered. words. a name on the cover.

the name on the cover is mine.

i’m not going to explain that. i’m not going to pretend i don’t know what it means. i’m going to do what i did at 1am in 2023 which is play it again.

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what i can give you, before all that, is the version i knew first. the demo. the wav. the thing in the folder. no vocals. no title. no implications.

i think you should hear it the way i heard it. in the dark, on bad speakers, without context. before it was about anything.

then on friday it can be about something.

— a

ps: pre-save is here. do it. or don’t, it’ll be there either way.

i’ve never done this before.

writing publicly i mean. about music. about someone’s music specifically. it feels strange to start now at twenty-three when most people who blog about artists started at fifteen on tumblr and grew out of it.

i’m growing into it. late. whatever.

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i don’t know how to explain archeteus to someone who doesn’t already know.

i found him when i was maybe seventeen. an algorithm did it. or a playlist. or someone’s story with a screen recording of a track i couldn’t find for three days until i could.

and then i couldn’t stop.

not in the way people say they can’t stop. i mean i built a version of my taste around his music. everything i listen to now is downstream of that first track i heard on my phone speaker walking home from school.

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something is happening. i can feel it before i can explain it. new music. a new direction. something bigger.

i wanted a place to put what i think about it. not a comment section. not a story that disappears. something that stays.

so this is that.

amelie’s wavelength. music for people who refresh.

— a