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rue de charlotte
06:02
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this one's for you charlotte...
this one's for you charlotte
but your ears are elsewhere, charlotte
from the corner of harcourt road
and charlotte street
i weep... tears freeze on my cheek,
and in your hair, the air there turned to snow
as you turned to go.
encore un verre du vin, charlotte
et on va danser une valse, toi et moi
on chante brassens et on flotte
sur la rue du charlotte
on parle d'amour dans la neige
la tempete qui tombe comme une passion entre les paroles
et cette passion ne parte jamais, je te jure
mais tu tourne, quand-meme, et tu partes
this one's for you charlotte
but you couldn't be with us tonight
so i sing to the glass in my hand
and hear your voice from behind
tu dit qu'on n'existe pas, que cette rue n'est pas vraiment la
une larme reste dans ma voix quand je tourne aux yeux ferme
aux mains tremblemants avec un rêve sous ma langue pour charlotte
de l'espoir, d'avenir, d'une vie parfaite
may i have this dance charlotte?
this one's for you charlotte
i lay my glass at your feet
and watch it fill with snow
as i turn to go
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nunca máis
03:51
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scraping my nails down to the bone
picking up the mess of a world gone wrong
we are figures of purity
on an impure coast
this beach was declared "safe" this afternoon
but this evening we still need gas-masks and protective suits
tomorrow we'll watch their children playing
and picking oil from between their toes
i've been in Spain now for a few nights and all i've learned to say
is "qué coño" and "nunca máis"
there's something wrong when the helpers are knee-deep in oil and those who it effects
sit watching doing nothing at all
the food destined for the volunteers
got lost along the way and never quite made it here
so we sit with sweating hands in the pouring rain
continuing to scrape with our stomachs grumbling
all this petty squabbling among the powers that preside
in the midst of a tragedy still growing in size
how many square inches are left to clean
in 550 miles of this blackened coastline
fingerful by fingerful we'll persevere
and pick up these 77,000 tons of this enormous tragedy
this can never happen again
open up your eyes
we'll march to those responsible
and sing with one voice
nunca máis
never again
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with love from america
03:44
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tuesday afternoon has been hijacked james-bond-style
hit the monuments, kill thousands of people
but save the big prick 'til last
like we should care more 'cause we know his name
but i care more that tonight
there's a thousand families with one less brother or sister to love
and there's a thousand families missing a mother or a father
with love from america
the land of the free where you can do anything you want to
but i've said it before and i'll say it again
that the freedom is inside you
and i want to do something about where we're going
but i can't see where that is
not with this kind of blind and greedy and selfish act
you'd better hope that the cause comforts you
when you lie awake at night
but i hope you're plagued and haunted every second
of every day with the thought that
there's a thousand families with one less brother or sister to love
and there's a thousand families missing a mother or a father
with love from america
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it's been a long journey from the pacific
and we know we're looking a bit pale
but we're here to confirm the rumours
that there is a better way
we've been confined to the waters of the bathtubs
with some snotty nosed kid playing god
when all we really want to do
is take to the waves and bob
well, we left our confines in big plastic bags
and bobbed until we broke free
we bobbled all the way to the western world
and still bobble in liberal glee
so this is a song for all of you ducks
who've been couped up for far too long
to come bobbing for freedom or just for fun
so come bob and sing along
we're bobbling bobbling small yellow ducks
we're bobbling can't you see
we're bobbling bobbling just for fun
we're bobbling bobbling free
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sweet dreams
04:51
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from here the city seems so peaceful
it probably does from where you are too
and this is my dream, i've offered her so many lines
or am i hers for the words that she provides?
the sea off to the east is like a tongue of fire
caressing the yellow city's side
and it's keeping you warm in there where you lie
as your eyes accept the night
sweet dreams my love
i hope these words find your ears
for i couldn't find you this evening
though as i searched i swore you were there
the stars grace the night
one for every dreamer below
and i see yours peek through a hole in the clouds
and wish a dream into your night
and i hope it's one you'll love 'til morning
when it flutters down and becomes a drop of dew
come find me that's where i'll be waiting
with dawn i'll be waiting there for you
sweet dreams my love
i hope these words find your ears
for i couldn't find you this evening
though as i searched i swore you were there
sweet dreams my love
i whisper on the wind
and though i may not be sleeping
i'm still dreaming of you
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floatinghome Berlin, Germany
Floatinghome is the brain-child of Irish singer, aidan. Based in Berlin and playing a folk-rock music with hints of his
native Ireland creeping into the rythems, their sophomore album, "Dreams for Dreamers" is out now.
They have performed all over Europe, including support slots with Villagers, Get Well Soon, Anaïs Mitchell and Wallis Bird.
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