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A few things
04:08
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Sorry for my writing, the train is leaving.
Just a few things, you'll have to read.
But the train is going fast,
It's speeding up, as I am.
Yeah the train is moving fast,
It's shaking me up, you know why.
We never know how it finishes, yeah.
Even if we've heard so many love stories.
Like a lightning which is passing through the fog,
Minus happiness, I'm getting out the clouds.
Hope you will understand the reason why, I'm getting by.
Hope you will understand the reason why, I'm getting down.
We never know how it finishes.
Even if we've heard so many sad stories.
Girl what you think now about our story,
A sad, a sweet or a bitter melody.
If you're wandering why, this shit's on you,
Think of what you've done.
And on this train speeding up, sending me away,
God damned, I'm gone.
We never know how it finishes.
Even if we've heard so many love stories.
Even if we've heard so many sad stories,
Even if we've heard so many bad stories.
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They told me to bring my dog.
They said. It will be right for the job.
Be ready, we're leaving, before dawn.
Be ready for the hunt.
My Ol'Grey is a brave dog,
Good to catch the racoon or bite the fox.
Surely not quite bad not quite savage,
For that kind of hunt.
Not really a true bloodhound.
But inside the pack,
Searching game and barking loud,
My Ol'Grey became wild.
Smell and taste of blood,
Shared with all the hord,
I can't keep it any more.
I'm a part of an armed band.
We're going to explore the land.
Chasing someone, a killer,
Some things have to be done,
With a rope or a firegun.
Headed by the barking dogs,
We found the man, we killed a boy.
My Ol'Grey was licking the cold blood,
I had to kill the hound.
But inside the pack,
Searching game and barking loud,
My Ol'Grey became wild.
Smell and taste of blood,
Shared with all the hord,
I can't keep it any more.
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Juliette
04:12
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In front of me, there's a book in which,
Stands a sensual « photographie ».
Lying on a couch,
Juliette takes a look, at me,
Through the ages, through the ages.
Did you play the harp,
Did you read the books,
For whom did you choose,
The dress you wore.
Is the art of the painter,
Is the paleness of your skin,
Your deeper glance,
Overwhelms me so deep.
So deep.
An antic room.
In empire ruins,
Juliette is stucked in this book.
Her beauty is forever young.
What about my love.
Juliette we'll never meet.
You'll never know me. What a pity.
Stay low,
I'll join you at dawn,
Despite two or three centuries
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4. |
Flying figures
03:38
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In the sky, far up above us,
A beautiful buzzard
His flying figures.
Turning, diving, climbing up in the clouds,
There's no point in this world that he couldn't catch.
Soon four shadows are diming the light,
A pack of black vultures, attacks him so fast.
Tearing, drawing, pulling out his plumage,
He fell from the sky, in the drain, in their trap.
Pray sinner pray !
Said the Bible eaters to him.
Don't let him get out of our way,
Out of our community.
And if you ever do that,
You'll pay.
Here is the story of a man
He never was safe.
He was lost in his heart, in his head, in his faith.
Catched by shadows, they whashed all his brain,
He never came back.
Pray sinner pray !
Said the Bible eaters to him.
Don't let him get out of our way, Out of our community.
And if you ever do that,
And if you ever do that And if you ever do that,
You'll pay
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5. |
Both on the porch
01:39
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Here we are,
Both on the porch.
Killing time, not talking a lot.
The wood is creacking when the chair rocks.
A pretty lady is crossing the road.
An eyewink,
A small breeze is passing on us.
Are we young and good enough.
An eyewink,
A small breeze is passing on us.
Are we young and good enough
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Rain in the face
03:48
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You came to me, defiantly.
I haven't seen you for a year,
I'm glad that you're here.
You came back to me.
Don't go easy, don't go easy on me.
You tell me how sweet,
Is the life.
At first glance I see a tear in your smile.
You can't tell me lies.
Even if you try.
You can't hide,
You can't tell, you can't tell me lies.
Tamed ourselves.
Hand in hand.
We both you need me,
But I don't dare,
To kiss you again.
You're going back home.
I leave you alone.
I can't wipe the rain of your face.
I don't dare,
To kiss you again
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Ten Miles Ahead France
Guillaume Gérard, singer-songwriter at the french folk-americana band My Lady's House presents here his first solo EP.
Personnal and authentic, this new project is called Ten Miles Ahead. Enjoy !
Ten Miles Ahead recommends:
O' Be Joyful (Deluxe Edition)
by Shovels & Rope
Very inspiring ! Beautiful vocals, a model.
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And The War Came
by Shakey Graves
So sincere ...
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A great folk americana Lp !
go to albumIf you like Ten Miles Ahead, you may also like:
Dakota Blue Moon
by Jackson Harden
Gorgeous acoustic Americana from North Carolina, stripped-back and sublime.
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Caught Up On A Feeling
by Veronica Stanton
Stunningly beautiful orchestral folk songs with just a hint of country, delivered with heart-on-sleeve immediacy.
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A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves.
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