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Pale light
04:15
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I've been there before
So I know what you feel
The sound of her voice
The smell of her skin
Then, the pale light of her eyes
I've been there before
So I know what they say
The beauty within
The beauty without
But the bareness of our hearts
I've been there before
So don't look back
The pale light is gone
And memory's a rag
On the shoulders of a queen
I've been there before
So don't you cry
The pale light is gone
And pain never lies
On the palate of a king
Far gone,
You've been floating all too long
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When you bury me
03:39
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Keep it simple like a kiss on the cheek
When you bury me love
Don't say a word that you do not mean
When you bury me love
For it's hard to get there
It's hard to breathe
It hurts to stand and it aches to kneel
The tears, the laughter
the pain, the fear
the cold, the tremor as you carry me home
Will you carry me home ?
Don't pass me by like anyone in the street
When you've buried me love
Stay for a while by the great oak tree
Where you've buried me love
For it's hard to get there
It's hard to breathe
It hurts to stand and it aches to kneel
The tears, the laughter
the pain, the fear
will go away like a bird on a leaf
Will you carry me home ?
Keep it simple like a kiss on the cheek
When you bury me love
Don't say a word that you do not mean
When you bury me love
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My well-tuned emotions
03:21
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From where we are to where we are going
there is a lot of space growing proportionally
with every step we take
And I recall the way that she once said
The present time is nothing
but the forthcoming and salty taste of the past
Stay where you are, stay where you are glowing
as far as eyes can see, looming impersonally
like a mirage at hand
And I recall the way that she once said
Love an kill you many times
before you eventually drop to the floor and die
And it struck unknown strings inside of me
away from the common vibrations of my well-tuned emotions
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4. |
Never let her go
05:04
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She reclined from my sight
like the sun in the evening sky
Had I known that she knew
I'd have held her tight
and never let her go
I stand behind to read the signs
Like I'm lost in a foreign land
It's nothing too sensational
It's only me thinking I should have
never let her go
I'm leaving and I'm cursed
I'm over my heart
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The girl in the evening
05:46
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She walks in the evening
Alone, with a feeling
She smokes in the evening
The moon, still and waving
She thinks of the man
Waiting in her apartment
The love of her life
until then, or has he ever been ?
She looks from the pier
At the dark of the sea
Boats in the distance
Loom like colored raindrops
Will you decide to leave tonight ?
Will you decide to stay ?
Would you decide to leave tonight,
I wouldn't see why I should stay
She walks in the evening
Alone, with a feeling
The girl in the evening
The moon, still and waving
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The birds are back
04:31
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The birds are back into the mutilated trees
The birds are back with their high-pitched melodies
I swear that I have never seen so many
The birds are back and I don't know who I want to be
The birds are back, travelling light, travelling free
I swear it has never been so heavy on me
Is there a chance they might fall from the bare branch ?
Onto the ground of this cold day of March ?
The birds are back into the mutilated trees
The birds are back, travelling light, travelling free
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Who broke the flower pot during the night ?
Was it your ghost passing by ?
Who broke the flower pot during the night ?
Was it the wind through the blinds ?
Oh, it is sweet to think you there
When I thought I would never see you again.
Who left the lights on all day long ?
Was it your ghost reading a book ?
Who left the lights on all day long ?
Can it be me who forgot about it ?
Oh, it is sweet to think you were there
When I thought I would never see you again.
Who left the print of a kiss on my cheek ?
Was it your ghost leaning on me ?
Who left the print of a kiss on my lips ?
Was it some chick at yesternight's party ?
Oh, it is good to feel you were there
When all I ever felt was I'd never feel you again.
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The burgeoning rust
03:57
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You woke from the day
Filled up your mind
Shattered the shades that were keeping the light out
Out of a dream
with armors and shields
Fought like a tiger when there's nothing to fear
Free of the chains
that were keeping you in
You ran straight ahead through receding land
There's always a landfill to cross
between the two of us
bridges to nowhere near the burgeoning rust
It felt like the end
voices through the mayhem
Heard from a distance, from the crest of hill
All through the haze
of goodbyes and farewells
Shot from a mile away in the nest of our youth
There's always a landfill to cross
between the two of us
bridges to nowhere near the burgeoning rust
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My sense of the Holy
04:38
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Now a token of the past
and the road's all broken glass
shattered on the winding path
for our own bare feet to bleed
You were never like the others
so I heard from the mouth of the elders
who spoke so lovingly
of your songs and poetry
You were some kind of saint
people lit candles for your sake
And I remember once entering a church
thinking you were the man on the stake
And I recall all so clearly
the day I put your record on
the humble iconography
and your timid face on the cover
I loved the wretched nudity
of the heartfelt words of truth
you weaved around anemic melodies
you were my sense of the Holy
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The dawn
07:31
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The dawn broke with a purr
as soft streams turned into rivers
mountains awoke from a hopeful dream
but the virgin morning found me on the verge of tears
Bells started to chime
through the valley's open sky
light's a reward for my blind eye
but the budding morning found me on the otherside
Walk the rocky path
I swam the river, deeper deeper
searching for words, for the right line
but the blooming morning filled me from the inside
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Could I be
04:23
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Could I be lost in the mirror's eye?
Could I be whiling away my time?
Could I be last on the finish line?
Could I be somebody I am not?
Could I be dry from bottom to top?
Could I be tied in a sailor's knot?
Oh, is it mine to keep?
All the rubble at my feet?
Could I be dancing by the pool?
Could I be the elephant in the room?
Could I be coming from the moon?
Could I be up to no avail?
Could I be the picture and the frame?
Could I be fishing in the pouring rain?
Oh, is it mine to keep?
All the rubble at my feet?
Could I be far from being near?
Could I be holding on to old fears?
Could I be swallowing my tears?
Could I be lost in the mirror's eye?
Could I be whiling away my time?
Could I be last on the finish line?
Oh, if you want me to
I'll be as good as new
for it isn't yours to keep
all will be gone in the morning
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Florent Simon France
Florent Simon is a French singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist who sings songs in English, as his musical heart
clearly reaches across the Channel and the Atlantic.
His latest project "The birds are back" takes you on a highly emotional journey, both nostalgic and hopeful.
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Florent Simon recommends:
I Dreamed An Island
by Piers Faccini
I see this album as a masterpiece. Daring and free, instictive yet deeply learned in its blending of musical genres and cultures.
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The Great Untold
by Scott Matthews
Scott Matthews might be one of the reasons why I wrote the songs for my album "The birds are back" with these arrangements. Still in awe thinking about the time I saw him live with a string quartet.
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LES HAUTEURS
by Sly Apollinaire
My dearest friend Sly is a musical genius. I've always known so since I was a kid.
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