Parce que décidément j'aime ce groupe.
Parce que je n'ai toujours pas trouvé de poster d'eux.
Parce que je suis plus qu'heureuse d'avoir pu faire découvrir cette musique.
Parce que cette chanson me fait penser à beaucoup de souvenirs.
Parce qu'aujourd'hui ces souvenirs ne font plus mal.
J'avance, je chante. Et j'ai même ressorti les demi-pointes.
Il fallait cela en centième "Elle adoucit les moeurs".
Parce que c'est tellement vrai à l'heure actuelle.
"We Looked Like Giants"
God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
Remembering when you were mine
In a still suburban town
When every thursday I'd brave those mountain passes
And you'd skip your early classes
And we'd learn how our bodies worked.
God damn the black night with all it's foul temptation
I become what I always hated
When I was with you then
We looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
Fumbling to make contact
As the others slept inside
And together there
In a shroud of frost, the mountain air
Began to pass from every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer than anyone would ever get
Do you remember the JAMC?
And reading aloud from magazines
I don't know about you but I swear on my name they could smell it on me
I've never been too good with secrets.
No...
And together there
In a shroud of frost and mountain air
Began to pass through every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer...
God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
Remembering when you were mine
In a still suburban town
When every thursday I'd brave those mountain passes
And you'd skip your early classes
And we'd learn how our bodies worked.
God damn the black night with all it's foul temptation
I become what I always hated
When I was with you then
We looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
Fumbling to make contact
As the others slept inside
And together there
In a shroud of frost, the mountain air
Began to pass from every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer than anyone would ever get
Do you remember the JAMC?
And reading aloud from magazines
I don't know about you but I swear on my name they could smell it on me
I've never been too good with secrets.
No...
And together there
In a shroud of frost and mountain air
Began to pass through every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer...
PS : pour écouter la chanson c'est juste un peu plus bas, mais je pense la remettre alors...
Et "when your heart is an empty room" elle est magnifique aussi, et le clip il fait pleurer (enfin, surtout moi mais bon)