Tabarnakoustic #87 : Rencontre acoustique avec Matt Holubowski cet été lors du Festival en Chanson de Petite-Vallée.

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If you find yourself on lake
Perched on quay in silent wait
For clouds to overcome
That stubborn circus sun
She who has become
The peoples chosen one

You will find the shades of grey
Shake the blue out of the day
Like a loaded gun
The trees will turn to run
But they are rooted to the earth
And now it’s getting colder

Into the wild we run
Into the sound of wild drums
Into the wild
Into the wild

Bullets by the million strike
Through the water, window-like
Until they disappear
Now one with the mirror
Into which you appear
You and all your fears

A bed of shivers now replace
That motion-weary summer lake
Now your god spits his hate
Into your dinner plate
You're grinning like a toddler
Because you no longer matter

Into the wild we run
Into the sound of wild drums
Into the wild
Into the wild

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Wild Drums
Paroles : Matt Holubowski
Musique : Matt Holubowski, Chris Lamarche, Connor Seidel
Extrait de l'album "Solitudes" paru le 23 septembre 2016 (Audiogram)

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