Parfois flâner de blog en blog a du bon, on découvre des merveilles, dont on ne soupçonnait même pas l'existence.
C'est ainsi que j'ai découvert Oren Lavie...
Encore inconnu en France, c'est un extraordinaire auteur-compositeur-interprête, plein d'humour et d'autodérision. Faites un petit tour sur sa page MySpace pour en avoir leur coeur net.
C'est ainsi que j'ai découvert Oren Lavie...
Encore inconnu en France, c'est un extraordinaire auteur-compositeur-interprête, plein d'humour et d'autodérision. Faites un petit tour sur sa page MySpace pour en avoir leur coeur net.
"Oren Lavie is a songwriter, singer, and author of funny books for sad children. He has long curly hair, green eyes, and suspiciously cold feet. He was born in 1976, two minutes behind schedule, and has been trying to catch up ever since.
The Opposite Side of The Sea, Oren’s debut album, was released on his label, A Quarter Past Wonderful. He is currently working on a new book for children, a new album, and a new haircut. "
(c)MySpace.OrenLavie
Ce qui suit est inventif, apaisant, créatif, simple : un clip élégant et sobre comme on aimerait en voir plus souvent.
(c) A Quarter Past Wonderful - Oren Lavie
Voici les paroles, de "Her Morning Elegance" :
Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case
Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows
Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And She goes...
Nobody knows
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case
Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows
Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And She goes...
Nobody knows
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