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A Glimpse of a Rainbow
03:05
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I caught a glimpse of a rainbow
In the palm of a black man's hand
It's crazy what the sun will do to you
Through the thick and thin
Through the glass and through your skin
It' s crazy what the sun will do to you
I swear I'm old enough
To remember a day
When the sign in the window
Was bright yellow
The inside of a closed book
Is the darkest place on Earth
A couple of matches could help us out
Through the thick and thin
By the cover – between the lines
It's crazy what the light will do to you
The way a shadow moved
Over her shoulder
Made if look like a sleeve
Was slipping down
And the patchy armour
That my body is
Growing on itself
Only goes to show
How weak I am
I caught a glimpse of a rainbow
In a song by Paul McCartney
I caught a glimpse of a rainbow
In a song by Paul McCartney
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2. |
Bad Neighbour
04:14
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You wake me up at dawn in the middle of the day
You make me miserable just by being okay
I blame it on your cat – I’m such a bitch myself
I blame it on your kid – I hardly ever see mine
You keep me up all night early in the evening
The house of happiness sounds like a slaughterhouse
I’m right next to hell and all eyes are on me
And you’re crying out loud ever so silently
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3. |
The First Typewriter
04:12
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The people who worked here long before me
They bought a typewriter from a company
Back in Chicago
It took some correspondence
getting used to
But it did the trick like it had to
And when the warranty expired
World War I broke
In the aftermath of the war
They started printing books about bridge again
The people here they bought them all
As if nothing had ever happened
The people who worked here long before me
They stayed here for ever or they left in tears
Never to return
The man shedding his skin in the meeting room
Felt ashamed afterwards
But it was too late
And when the alarm bell resounded
All hell broke loose
In the aftermath of the war
They started printing books about bridge again
The people here they bought them all
As if nothing had ever happened
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4. |
(He was) Drafted
03:01
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Up there on a mountain
There is a house that a young man bought
When he was drafted
He drew a lucky number
Gave it up for money
He was drafted
And he was gone for seven years
Was is worth it?
And though the house is still standing
Was is worth it?
Nobody knows what the next war will look like
Warships sinking where people used to worship
Nobody knows what the next war will look like
Or when the sea will finally take over the land
On a sunny hillside
There is a house that will be mine
All in good time
And when the next war breaks
Hopefully I'll be too old
To be drafted
So we'll stay there until the end
Watching the tide
As the house will be looming
Above the sea
Nobody knows what the next war will look like
Warships sinking where people used to worship
Nobody knows what the next war will look like
Or when the sea will finally take over the land
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5. |
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This is something to remember me by
Something to listen to if I died
In case of accident you could play it yourself
It's quite simple you see
There's nothing much to it
And it wouldn't matter then
If I could never sing
No it wouldn't matter then
If I could never sing
Or if my song was just corny
And not as pretty as I thought it would turn out to be
This is something to try and make you cry
Some kind of lullaby and a lie
In case of accident you could play it yourself
It's quite simple you see
There's nothing much to it
And it wouldn't matter then
If I could never sing
No it wouldn't matter then
If I could never sing
Or if my song was just corny
And not as pretty as I thought it would turn out to be
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6. |
Les grands yeux
03:30
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Elle ouvre de grands yeux
Sur les murs de la gare
Elle est contente car elle n'a plus de boutons
Depuis le temps elle est toute jaune
Et elle n'est plus toute jeune
Elle a sûrement des rides
Je n'veux pas la connaître
Je ne veux plus la voir
Je veux rentrer
Chez moi
Elle ouvre de grands yeux
Collée à son pôteau
Elle est contente car on l'a prise en photo
Personne n'a jamais vu ses pieds
Personne ne la connaît
Elle a sûrement changé
Elle ouvre de grands yeux
Dans la lumière des phares
Et elle répondra à toutes les questions
Depuis le temps elle est aphone
Elle n'a plus rien à dire
Et elle se sent toute vide
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7. |
Douglas Fear
01:56
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The landscape I grew up in
Has been defaced by Douglas firs
My father, he planted so many of them
That I inherited
My best friend owns a sawmill
That he inherited
Planks for coffins are much in demand
And he never calls me
I was born in a forest
(You can tell from my name)
My family tree's a Douglas
That's all there is I fear
Family wood is still burning deep inside of me
A never-ending fire that will never go out
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8. |
The Words I Can't Say
03:39
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Between the words I can’t say
And the chords I can’t play
I’m keeping the world at bay
And my mind just starts to fray
And it just seems so wonderful to me
The way you give your tiny hand to me
Between the calls I can’t make
And the calls I can’t take
Parts of me just seem so fake
And my heart just starts to break
And it just seems so wonderful to me
The way you give your tiny hand to me
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9. |
The Northern Wind
04:31
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This season is trying to blow my head up, my head up
The sky is blue alright but the wind is as cold as hell
The northern is trying to blow me away, me away
Sometimes it's hard to even keep my eyes open, my eyes open
Nothing's wrong but I feel sick
It was one of these days when my city just smells like shit
Some said it was the beggars, some said it was some factory
The northern wind is driving the smell up my nose to my brain
Sometimes it's hard to even keep my mind open, my mind open
Nothing's wrong but I feel sick
Please don't let me suffer through two more months of winter
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Sylvain the Librarian France
Sylvain Chuzeville aka Sylvain the Librarian is a songwriter and a librarian by trade. He lives and works and records songs in Marseille, France, by the Mediterranean sea. He used to be the frontman in ex-magnolia, an indie rock band based in Lyons, France, but that band split in 2008. ... more
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