Près du littoral: Meimuna’s French Folk Ghost Story

Sung entirely in French, “Près du littoral” (Near the Coast) pulls you into a misty shoreline where whispered vocals float over gentle guitar ripples.

Even if you don’t speak French, there’s something hypnotic about how Meimuna’s vocals dance with the minimal instrumentation – like watching waves under moonlight.

The magic lies in how Meimuna paints her coastal ghost story. “I saw waves roll, behind them the foam like thousands of buoys” she murmurs in French, her voice barely rising above the instrumental tide.

Each verse builds like incoming waves, with harmonies that drift in and out like morning fog.

What really grabs you is the mystical turn in the lyrics. She speaks of phantoms changing costumes at dawn and people remembering thousand-year-old names.

“Those who have left protect us in the night, sharing secrets while we dream” – delivered with such conviction that you might catch yourself looking over your shoulder at the next foggy beach walk.

The production is deliberately minimal – soft acoustic strums, occasional electronic whispers, and vocals that sound like they were recorded in a lighthouse at midnight.

It’s a masterclass in using negative space to create atmosphere. The result?

A song that makes you feel like you’ve stumbled upon an ancient maritime secret.