
Artwork by Matthias Jung
Photo by Giulio Contigiani

SHOWS
30 March, 2025 Musée Denys Puech, Rodez FR
4 April, 2025 La Pistouflerie, Cassagnabere-Tournas FR
21 May, 2025 Constellation, Chicago IL USA (with Black Diamond)
12 September, 2025 LaScierie, Avignon FR (with Nadine Khouri)
PAST SHOWS
2025
25 Feb Berlin DE Frannz Club w/ My Brightest Diamond
24 Feb Düsseldorf DE Zakk w/ My Brightest Diamond
23 Feb Brussels BE. Le Botanique w/ My Brightest Diamond
21 Feb London UK The Grace w/ My Brightest Diamond
20 Feb Eindhoven NL Effenaar w/ My Brightest Diamond
19 Feb Paris FR Hasard Ludique w/ My Brightest Diamond
18 Feb Geneva CH Antigel Festival w/ My Brightest Diamond
16 Feb Macerata IT MountEcho' w/ My Brightest Diamond
14 Feb Namur BE Sapristi w/ Nadine Khouri
13 Feb Les Roches L'Évêque Zéro Degré Est w/ Nadine Khouri
12 Feb La Réole FR La Petite Populaire w/ Nadine Khouri
11 Feb Talence FR L'Inconnue w/ Nadine Khouri
9 Feb Belvézet FR L'Arbousier w/ Nadine Khouri
7 Feb Montpellier FR En Traits Libres w/ Nadine Khouri
6 Feb Marseille FR Théâtre de l'Oeuvre w/ Nadine Khouri
2024
26 Nov Cordes FR Le Stockage w/ Black Diamond
27 Nov Rabastens FR La Confiserie w/ Black Diamond
28 Nov Toulouse FR Nuance Records w/ Black Diamond
PRESS
“It’s (The Dream Trap’s) elegance and its sweetness miraculously resonate in a moment where vulgarity and violence seem to become norms. As such, her poetic vision is a blessing. She poses herself between two spiritualities, both in search of appeasement and a humanity aspiring to a beautiful elevation. Between mystical aspirations and the beauty of an intact nature. AM Higgins wins, without effusion, the closed circle of essential musicians, who combine grace and sophistication, with a disarming naturalness. ”
“At the crossroads of folk, experimental pop and refined minimalism, The Dream Trap evokes the timelessness of Leonard Cohen, the ethereal sensitivity of Feist or the sonic audacity of Kate Bush. But AM Higgins follows her own path, that of an artist who, far from artifice, sculpts sound material with disarming humanity. In a world saturated with noise, her album is a breath of fresh air, a suspended space where we linger with delight, rediscovering new reliefs, new secret nuances with each listen. Where music becomes a refuge and revelation, The Dream Trap stands out as a treasure of sensitivity and imagination. It is not just heard: it is felt, breathed, and lived. An exceptional work, to be savored with your eyes closed and your soul wide open.”
“When “The Dream Trap” arrived, we were ready. It arrived one day without warning, in the mailbox, very quickly becoming an obsession like few we have each year, enough to make it already a serious contender for the best places on the shelves of our record collections, not far from Feist, Bat For Lashes, Laura Veirs, Smog, Lambchop… a fine sample of the nec plus ultra American, Canadian and English indie...
In the heart of Aveyron, for a few years now, lives one of the most captivating secrets of American indie music, in the person of Annie Meredith Higgins. This artist combines a sense of songwriting as remarkable as it is powerful, with a musical universe of great finesse....
The work of musical arrangements of “The Dream Trap” is revealed in a particularly well-felt and assumed minimalism, which gives these songs a form of decisive timelessness, a singular sensitive depth....
In the brutal world we know today, some albums like that of AM Higgins, by her ability to reconnect with the essential and to establish another relationship with time, prove to be precious lifelines to avoid drowning in the ocean of hatred, violence and domination, which overwhelms us a little more each day. To listen to without moderation.”
“Is AM Higgins’ music delicate? Undeniably: in each vocal inflection, in each melody, in each arrangement. Sensitive, fragile, radiant too. Everything is sophisticated and neat here: the compositions, the lyrics, the treatment of the voice with its warm roundness, the arrangements, the sound. Enough to make for a great musical moment. ”
“Gorgeous, forward-thinking folk pop”
“Extrait d’un album déjà disponible en digital, « Who Can Say? » de AM Higgins convoque de belles idées pop/folk dans un bain onirique.”
“Powerful, soaring vocals”
“An absolutely beautiful, cinematic track”
“Ses huit titres rêveurs sont autant de respirations, de récréations qui mêlent action et méditation, pop et folk, impétuosité des rivières et sagesse des vieilles pierres chauffées au soleil.”
“Une belle histoire franco-américaine que l’on se réjouira, à coup sûr, d’apprécier en live.”
Single de la semaine sur Campus Fm, en écoute sur Benzine, L’écran du son, France Culture, Le Cargo, Indiemusic, Lacn, FIP…

LYRICS
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Higher than the clouds,
in the autumn.
I can hear the sounds of you humming..
And it goes, { }
Fields wide open
The sun has spoken
Higher than the clouds,
misty morning.
I can hear the sounds of you humming..
Come lay down on mountains.
Rest your head to bird songs.
Listen to the sounds so soft–
Higher than the clouds,
misty morning.
I can the sounds of you humming..
And it goes { }
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When the chords of Orion
Are gently loosened
When there’s no constellation
Look for me on south Houston
Our love is something like
the Lower East Side
Our love is something like
the Lower East Side
When the streets illuminate
With colors from another age
Look for me amongst the base
Our love is something like
The Lower East Side
Our love is something like
The Lower East Side
Oh oh oh, Oh oh oh
Look for me amongst the ghosts
Our love…….
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I love that someone said,
a “great homesickness”
that we could never shed.
I love the gentleness
under waves that roll..
When the day breaks,
and the tide is down
I will count. on. You.
Can a moonrise,
can a shifting tide,
ever keep us from view?
I love that someone said,
a “great homesickness”
that we could never shed.
I love the gentleness
under waves that roll..
A horizon
near the ocean floor,
there’s a shell that sings a tune.
Can a rip-tide,
can a fallen sky–
Ever keep us from You?
We found our home
It won’t be long
We found our home
It won’t be long
Cause we found….
Cause we found…
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In the morning, when the clouds are forming
The sun is turning, from another day
I become, your little darling
Wrapped in longing, from another place
Love will stop the cliffs from fallingLove will put the ocean to bed
Love will stop the hours from haunting
Offering a dawn instead
Oh your silence is the sound I’m storingFor the loneliest of days ahead
The coastland hears when the northwind start to freak out
“Hailing waters ahead!”
Love will stop the cliffs from fallingLove will put the ocean to bed
Love will stop the hours from haunting
Offering a dawn instead
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As the fog distills around sleeping hills
A silver light shows
Disappearing trees yielding to your breeze
Your love is a fog
The disciplined rain rhythming your name
Your love is a song
Undecided on evenfall while theSon decides of which days to call
The way you flow from my room at homeTo the first morning snow
On a silent night where the sleepless write
Your love is poem
I can’t describe what you lit inside
Your love is so warm
Undecided on evenfall while theSon decides of which days to call and the
Patchwork skies stitch colors surprised by the
Undecided waiting for signs
Evenfall, out where the wild wind blowsOut where the wild wind roams
Out where the wild wind
I can’t stay, not after moonlight breaksOut where the wild wind roams
Out where the wild wind
Out where the wild wind roams
Out where the wild wind
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The morning greets you by the hand
The wind is howling like she’s mad
And all the trees are whispering,
the simple joys of living,
The water on the lake is frozen dead.
A walk, a stroll, amongst the snowThe evergreens, they ought to know
That you can hear most everything
The secrets that the land can sing,
The underbelly of the north
It’s timeIt's time
It’s time and oh it’s time
For them to know…
Out by your lakeA white sky elates
A whole land waits
For the messages you decode
For the forests and the fjords
It’s timeIt’s time
It’s time and oh it’s time
For them to know…
The underbelly of the north
The underbelly of the north
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I have to say the way the leaves sway
Hits me like a quiet melody
All the same the seasons turn
What does the wind say to you Lord?
Maybe you’re in everything….
Maybe you’re in everything….
Maybe you’re in everything….
Give it a night and let the wind blow, let the wind blow
Give it a night and let the wind blow, let the wind blow
Oh, I got learn to look up
Oh, I got to learn to look up
Give it a night and let the wind blow, let the wind blow
Give it a night and let the wind blow, let the wind blow
Give it a night and let the wind blow, let the wind blow
Give it a night and let the wind blow
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I walked beside;
changing skies
highlands opening.
Where horizons end,
Dreams begin,
All the breakage beams.
Moonriver, MoonriverMoonriver, stay with me
So long to go–The days move slow,
and who is listening?
Windows and rain–
Then spring became,
a hard transitioning.
Moonriver, MoonriverMoonriver, stay with me
Moonriver, MoonriverMoonriver, stay with me
Stay…….stay with me
Stay…….stay with me
Stay…….stay with me
Stay…….stay with me
Stay…….
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Once we were hiking in The Lot,
clouds surrounding us.
Traces of spaces left untouched,
winds winding up.
Sunrise, You came to us
Sundown, We carry on
Where are Your storehouses of snow?Stored for trouble.
Lead me into your mystery Lord,
Skerries and fjords.
Sunrise, You came to usSundown, We carry on
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The plane you came on landed late
Toulouse and views of sheep
The sleeping hills begin to wake
Your presence fills landscapes
Your presence fills …….
He came upon a note you wroteIt took my breath away
The morning sang a lonely note
It sang throughout the day
It played throughout the…
You gave us more than we had, your love was always strongIt’s time to hold your hand, your light was always on
Don’t say my love grew tired, don’t tell me I gave up
I’ll see you in my dreams, in my second sleep
Nights illuminateWords I didn’t say
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(A translation of Charles Baudelaire’s poem “Hymne” by Eli Siegel 1968)
To the very dear, the beautiful oneFills my heart with clearness
The angel, immortal, idol
Hail immortality
She is where my life islike air tinged with salt
And in my still desiring soul
Pours the taste of eternity
How love incorruptibleShe’ll tell you with truth
The grain that lies unseen
How love incorruptible
She’ll tell you with truth
Beginning of everlasting
Pours…..
She is where my life isLike air tinged with salt
And in my still desiring soul
Pours, the taste of eternity
Pours…….
Pours…….
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Calm, Your love is understated. Woah, I love the sea, He made it.
Home, you waited until hope was, gone. Down of my knees I prayed.
And then we waited, waited…..
Lord, you came in through the rain. Lord, don’t let the sadness win.
Don’t let this sadness reign, cause—
I’m gone. Your love is enough. I’ll figure it out.
Don’t let the rain come into my house.
You came in through the rain, you came in through—-
Gone, Your love is enough. I’ll figure it out.
Don’t let the rain come into my house.
I’m gone…..gone…..
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The valley is low, I hear your feet on the road
Between the peaks and the plains, I hear you calling my name.
The harvest town, another 10 miles down,
and in the quiet descent, we are alone again…
By your side, a long road.
By your side, a long road.
The valley is low, I hear your feet on the road,
Between the peaks and the plains, I hear you calling my name.
The harvest town, another ten miles down,
and in the quiet descent, we are alone again…
By your side, a long road.
By your side, a long road.
And I’m by your side, for the long road.
Yeah I’m by your side, for the long road.
It’s a long road. Oh the long road…
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May the island field, and her lore
lead north, lead north.
May the gentle wisdom of our father
bring warmth, bring warmth.
If in the night, there’s a song that calls you
the hope of a dawn, that belongs to you…
O Crystal, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
when you gonna let go?
O Crystal, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
when you gonna let go?
May the hands that reach across the cosmos
reach low, reach low.
May the feet that tread lightly on mountains
tread slow, tread slow.
If in the night, there’s a song that calls to you
A river of peace that belongs to you
O Crystal, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
when you gonna let go?
O Crystal, oh oh oh, oh oh oh,
when you gonna let go?
when you gonna when you gonna…
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Come along, and be my anchor.
Come along, and be my anchor.
Daybreak hold, a new love, a new love.
And it wraps it’s arms, around us, around us.
And it knows, no bounds, like the winds of seasons.
And it speaks soft sounds, like a father’s reason,
like a morning right,
like evening’s twighlight.
Oh I found love, love, love.
Down by the sea, oh the birds are singing evening songs
so adoringly, and the mountains stand so tall, (say it again).
Down by the sea, of the birds are singing songs adoring and
I don’t believe, that the Lord would let thouse sparrows hunger.
Come along, and be my anchor.
Come along, and be my anchor.
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Who can say, when you’re holding your love back?
Monday morning, my head is in a haze
The clouds are rolling westward, the birds are singing praise
I’m holding on to something, believing you are near
While you fill my eyes, with visions, so clear
February is wearing me down
I’m crossing the road, to get inside your house
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In the whitewash of the winter
In the rain, in the snow
Ode to change and white storms
The birds are singing psalms and summons
The hills head their call
Ode to spring, ode to hope
Turn your head back to the water
Where you can smell all the boats
Ode to waves and open roads
Autumn always steals the lovers from the grips of the shore
Ode to dreams in wooded forests
Ode to waves and open roads
Ode to change and white storms
They found home…
He found home…
She found home…
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I woke up to, silence in the night
The sounds of dreamers dreaming
The sounds of stars in skies exploding
When the nightfall, drapes his lonely hands
upon your dreams and wonders, when will nightfall end?
Implore Him on, oh implore Him on
Lord lift us up, above the midnight hour
over slow rolling days, drifting by
Cause we can’t dream when the night is rough
Come lift us up
When the shadows cast their dim lit gaze
upon your quiet wonderings, leave you in a haze
Implore Him on, implore Him on
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Like a morning song, You carry me
For the whole day long, You carry me
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Like a southern sky, You carry me
For my whole damn life, You’ve carried me
Like a memory, You carry me
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Wondering down, Mont Saint-Michel
Autumn woes, leave me alone
Baby hold onto to me
Our love with always be
Baby hold onto me
Our love will always be
Autumn woes, leave me alone
Boredom on a Saturday morn
Baby hold onto me
Our love will always be
Baby hold onto me
Our love always be
Apart from where you are…..
Apart from where you are…..
Contact
Booking / Cyril Moya / cyrilmoya@yahoo.fr -or- amhigginsannie@gmail.com
Press FR / Nicolas Favier / La Centrifugeuse nicolas@la-centrifugeuse.fr
Press US / Kip Kouri / Tell All Your Friends
kip@tellallyourfriendspr.com
Label / We Are Unique! Records weareuniquerecords@orange.fr
photos by: Giulio Contigiani, Andre Cordeli, Renaud de Foville and Jason Toth