1. |
Winter lights
04:47
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S’IL TE PLAIT, EMMENE-MOI LA-BAS, TU SAIS
OU ON SURPLOMBE LA VALLEE,
PAS BESOIN DE SE PARLER,
LE SON Y EST ETOUFFE
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2. |
Harlequin
03:28
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3. |
Walk to the bay
04:30
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YOU'VE BEEN MOANING FOR 3 DAYS NOW
FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON
COME ON WINTER MORNING’S THE PERFECT PLACE TO START
FROZEN AIR ON YOUR CHEST,
SEAGULLS SQUEALS OVER YOUR HEAD
WALK TO THE BAY, TO THE BAY, TO THE BAY, TO THE BAY STRAIGHT TROUGH THE ISLAND
WAIT FOR LOW TIDE
PASS THE CHURCH, THE EMPTY CAR PARK
NO TIME TO COLLECT SHEEP CARCASS
FIND THE RIGHT PATH, TO THE BAY
AND IF? IF WE'RE LUCKY
IT MIGHT BE A SEAL AND PURPOISE DAY
WALK TO THE BAY, TO THE BAY, TO THE BAY, TO THE BAY STRAIGHT TROUGH THE ISLAND
WALK TO THE BAY, TO THE BAY, TO THE BAY, TO THE BAY STRAIGHT TROUGH THE ISLAND
WALK TO THE BAY, TO THE BAY, TO THE BAY, TO THE BAY STRAIGHT TROUGH THE ISLAND
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4. |
Nothing ever happens
03:46
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Nothing ever happens
Nothing ever happens
Nothing ever happens
When you're around
Nothing ever happens
Nothing ever happens
Nothing ever happens
When you're around
Laisse-moi tomber dans les escaliers au moins une fois
Laisse-moi me ridiculiser devant tes amis
Laisse-moi essayer même si tu sais, je sais
Laisse-moi vomir sur le tapis en laine du salon
Laisse-moi conduire les yeux fermés, les yeux fermés
Nothing ever happens
Nothing ever happens
Nothing ever happens
When you're around
Laisse-moi faire semblant de tout comprendre
Laisse-moi descendre là au fond
Laisse-moi dormir, ici tout va bien
Laisse-moi écouter cet abruti
Laisse-moi conduire les yeux fermés
Laisse-moi laisse-moi laisse-moi laisse-moi laisse-moi laisse-moi laisse-moi…..
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5. |
Melted snow
02:42
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There are so many ways of showing the dark side of our rising fears
You should shut up and leave the present crime alone without searching for (the) proof of courage
Leaving on the melted snow
All the pieces of your rage
You think of the way you’ll show
(All) the madness of your sorrow
How can you clear the stories that remain in the fog of your mind
Just reading of one frightened face should remind you of the endless human clock
Leaving on the melted snow
All the pieces of your rage
You think of the way you’ll show
(All) the madness of your sorrow
Leaving on the melted snow
All the pieces of your rage
You think of the way you’ll show
(All) the madness of your sorrow
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6. |
Zorg
01:24
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7. |
Casablanca
03:29
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8. |
The capsule
03:37
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How long is it since I last talked to you?
It’s so long ago
How long is it since I touched you?
It’s impossible to know
My mates in the capsule are so boring,
they have such large brains
How can I have all of them replaced?
They are always nice, no arguments nowhere,
the perfect talks
I’m becoming mad
How long is it since I had fun with you?
It’s so long ago
How long is it since I shouted at you?
It’s impossible to know
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9. |
Party at the castle
03:48
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10. |
Harlequin
03:03
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11. |
Melted snow
03:18
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12. |
Pumpkin town
03:12
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The main street is quiet
And the wind hot and dry
I swear I can hear my bones hissing
They will tell you
I‘ve lost my mind somewhere in the swamps
On an August night
People are bumpkins in this town
Their words come slow and much too loud
Nothing but bumpkins all around
Trust me I was born just round the corner
Maybe you’ll put up with their loud ways
If you’re not too demanding…
Don’t get emotional about the old
Remember they used to shoot cats
Or cut down hundred-year-old oaks
Every time they got bored
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13. |
Brown fields
04:27
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I’m arriving in a strange town
Where the lights are gone and the grass is brown
Take the seeds out of storage
Before the return of the children
Everyone is in my hands
Lost and scared in the dark
Everyone is in my hands
Waiting for a drive
Everyone is in my hands
Flying over (the) brown fields
Sensing the red tears of their sweet pills
Tasting all (of) their curious dreams
Creeping in the violent winds
Everyone is in my hands
down the winding forest roads
Everyone is in my hands
Waiting to know how to feel
Everyone is in my hands
Everyone is in my hands
Lost and scared in the dark
Everyone is in my hands
Waiting for a drive
Everyone is in my hands
down the winding forest roads
Everyone is in my hands
Waiting to know how to feel
Everyone is in my hands
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jachernest Bordeaux, France
«Autant vous prévenir d'emblée, l'écoute de cet album (Black Water Dogs) est un choc d'optimisme mélancolique. Il est à
conseiller à tout le monde, pas seulement fans de musique pop -tout mélomane succombera à ces chansons douces amères. Tel spleen rappelle les artisans du genre que sont The Notwist, Grandaddy ou Flotation Toy Warning.»
Gérôme Guibert de feu-Magic.
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