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Up on the Old Mountain Road
Up on the old mountain road
Where the river’s so close you could throw a stone
Lived a woman with her three daughters
Up on the old mountain road
The youngest she is wild and free
As wild as you can be at three
She has the voice of an angel child
But Mom needs silence for a while
The oldest she is strong and kind
She's got too many boys on her mind
But girl you're only seventeen
Wait till you go overseas
I hear the Irish have nice cheeks
Down by the river Mom sits alone
In search of peace out on her own
In need of quiet, is that a sin?
Cause Mama needs a nip of gin
I forgot the middle child
She's so meek and a little mild
She's always studying in her room
But it wouldn't kill her to pick up a broom
Oh the cat came back, just the other day
She brought a mouse so we could play
The youngest said “hey, thats my pet!”
So off we went, down to the vet
Now the dog, I think he's wise
He's left the house to live outside
We can't convince him to come back in
Unless it's for a nip of gin
Down by the river I sit alone
In search of peace out on my own
In need of quiet, is that a sin?
Cause Mama needs a nip of gin
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Kesh The Boat
03:52
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Comme s’envolent les outardes
J’ai une envie de vent salé, de chemins de terre et ta chaleur
Qui tous les jours de pluie éloigne un peu plus ma misère
Ma vie qui tourne toujours plus vite et plus fort que mon coeur
Qui toujours se retourne et pense à mes amours d’hier
J’t’ai dit c’est pas facile de vivre de guitares et de bière
Mais depuis un bout de temps c’est tout c’que j’suis capable de faire
Je suis partie
Comme s’envolent les outardes
Sans crier gare
Mais au fond de mes bagages
Le son de ta voix et des vagues
J’entends le bruit des vagues qui reviennent tour à tour
Sous mon ciel tout rouillé
Rouillé d’mes pleurs qui tombent toujours
J’ai envie de goûter tout doucement du bout des lèvres
Au goût de ta tendresse, t’es de loin ma plus belle faiblesse
Je suis partie
Comme s’envolent les outardes
Sans crier gare
Mais au fond de mes bagages
Le son de ta voix et des vagues
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Brenda And Jack
04:22
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Chick Fur Machine
03:32
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Day By Day
03:11
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Day by Day
Haven't seen you in a year
How have you been my dear
Is there warmth, is there hope, where you are?
Here the light has gone away
Feels like the clouds are here to stay
It's hard to think, spring will come and we'll be fine
We’re living day by day
There ain't no other way
We’re living day by day by day
But my dear, we're still on our way
In this lonely coffee shop
We're all six feet apart
In this place, friends were made, and there was laughter
Children walking down the street
Slowly shuffling their feet
Waiting for the day when they can all run free
We’re living day by day
There ain't no other way
We’re living day by day by day
But my dear, we're still on our way
We’re living day by day
There ain't no other way
We’re living day by day by day
But my dear, we're still on our way
But my dear (my dear, my dear)
But my dear, we’re still on our way
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Les lucioles
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Florence
03:45
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Growling Old Frank
03:20
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Nos noces noires
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Nos noces noires
Par un soir de pleine lune
J’allais me faire danser
Tous les hommes du village
Se jetaient à mes pieds
Mais aucun ne savait
Suivre ma cadence
Quand s’enflamment mes pieds
Quand m’emporte la danse
Derrière son violon
Rouge comme le sang
Ses yeux noirs comme la mort
M’ont redonné la vie
Il n’y avait que moi
Et lui à mes côtés
Avec son violon, ma robe et mes souliers
Fais-moi tourner à en quitter la Terre
Et si c’est péché j’en ai rien à faire
Marions-nous sur le quai de l’enfer
Échangeons nos voeux comme une fausse prière
Nos noces noires, nos noces noires
Nos noces noires, nos noces noires
Ses reels s’enchaînaient
De plus en plus vite
Faisant tourner ma robe
À m’en tourner la tête
Il se lève de sa chaise
Pour venir me trouver
Et sur sa dernière note
Le temps s’est arrêté
Il me prit par la taille
Ses yeux noirs dans les miens
Sur mes lèvres il posa
Un baiser comme une braise
Aussi vite que la foudre
Les flammes ont pris son corps
Ne laissant derrière lui
Que cendres et mauvais sort
Fais-moi tourner à en quitter la Terre
Et si c’est péché j’en ai rien à faire
Marions-nous sur le quai de l’enfer
Échangeons nos voeux comme une fausse prière
Nos noces noires, nos noces noires
Nos noces noires, nos noces noires
Nos noces noires, nos noces noires
Nos noces noires, nos noces noires
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