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Weeping Willow
03:25
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Weeping Willow
won’t you sing for me,
weeping willow
in this strange land
I’ll hang my harp on you,
weeping willow
the river’s overflown
and yet I sit alone
in the midst of swaying leaves
oh weeping willow
sees things come and go
but weeping willow
knows how moments flow
they come and go
come and go
like love lost beneath le Pont Mirabeau
oh saule pleureur
les choses viennent et vont
mais saule pleureur
tu connais comment
les moments coulent
les moments coulent
comme l’eau sous le Pont Mirabeau
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Under Your Breath
03:07
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Under Your Breath
hum under your breath
a song without words
that no one will ever know
too shy to sing,
hum under your breath
what are you afraid to show?
morning glory flowers
curled up in the dead of night
their tangled vines all doubled up again
their tangled vines all doubled up again
so tap out a tune
with those ruby red toes
hidden inside black boots
in your own world,
come out for some air
it will do you a deal of good
morning glory flowers
curled up in the dead of night
their tangled vines all doubled up again
their tangled vines all doubled up again
walk out to the end
of a rain battered pier
clouded in yellow mist
I’ll play an old song
on my accordéon
for the quietly passing ships
morning glory flowers
curled up in the dead of night
their tangled vines all doubled up again
their tangled vines all doubled up again
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3. |
La Mer Amère
02:33
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La Mer Amère
ma grand-mère qui boit
un océan de café noir
soutient la foi
de dire santé à la mort
ma douce grand-mère qui mange
tout la peau des oranges
aime cette phrase alors
santé à la mort
la mer amère
la mère amère
la mer amère
la mère amère
la musique heureuse me rend malade
elle est trop sucrée pour moi
la musique heureuse me fait ras-le-bol
les accords me donne le cafard
la mer amère
la mère amère
je sillonne dans une mer amère
la mère amère
on n’est pas sérieux quand on a vingt ans
le nez entre les feuilles
on n’est pas sérieux quand on a quatre-vingt ans
mais quand même il faut se plonger dans
la mer amère
la mère amère
la mer amère
la mère amère
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4. |
Les Yeux Bleus
02:50
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Les Yeux Bleus
tes yeux bleus brillent plus claire que la lune
cloisonnés en peau charmée
l’eau remplit les p’tites lagunes
tes yeux bleus brillent plus claire que la lune
mais ton visage n’est qu’un reflet
dans l’ombre de la fortune
je me sens bien avec ton bras comme ça
la main posée sur mon cœur
restons ici tout la nuit comme ça
je m’en fou du bonheur
your blue eyes shine clearer than the moon
circled in enchanted skin
water fills up the lagoons
your blue eyes shine clearer than the moon
but your face is a reflection
in the shadow of fortune
I feel nice with your arm like this
your hand resting over my heart
let’s stay here the whole night like this
lying still is an art
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5. |
Le Pont Mirabeau
03:05
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"Le Pont Mirabeau" (1912) -Guillaume Apollinaire
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l'onde si lasse
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Espérance est violente
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passé
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
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6. |
Rusted Hope
03:14
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Rusted Hope
she didn’t break my heart
but dug a hole
four inches deep into my chest
and placed a glowing ember
ember, it burns with violent hope
the kind of hope you wish you
never had, the kind of hope
left after evil released
rusted hope, violent hope
violent hope, rusted hope
at least I got it all out
regretting the day I mailed Pandora
a little rusted thing labeled
‘the key to your dreams’
a bit cliché I know
but when there’s an ember
scalding your solar plexus
originality is far from the first
thing that comes to mind
rusted hope, violent hope
violent hope, rusted hope
rusted hope, I have hope
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7. |
Kiss Me Eurydice
03:29
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Kiss Me Eurydice
I wind myself up in a spiral staircase
beneath Parisian tunnels and canals
en dessous des sous-sols et des tunnels
je m’enroule dans l’escalier en spirale
the crowd dies for a foggy breath of air
in the hum of green florescent lights
dans la lumière verte et fluorescente
la foule meurt pour un souffle suffocant
kiss me Eurydice, Eurydice embrasse-moi
kiss me Eurydice, Eurydice embrasse-moi
kiss me Eurydice, Eurydice embrasse-moi
kiss me Eurydice, Eurydice embrasse-moi
we climb a rusty ladder to the surface
but you vanish in a tired glance at dawn
on monte une échelle rouillée à la surface
mais tu t’évanouis dans un coup d’œil jeté
kiss me Eurydice, Eurydice embrasse-moi
kiss me Eurydice, Eurydice embrasse-moi
kiss me Eurydice, Eurydice embrasse-moi
kiss me Eurydice, Eurydice embrasse-moi
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8. |
The Waltz from Beyond
02:45
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Instrumental
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9. |
Voice from Heaven
03:10
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Voice from Heaven
there’s sand stuck to my feet
that’s been there for a week
I brush it off the bottom of my sole
onto the floor
it spreads to the corners of my room
a thousand words
I have heard a voice from heaven
calling me back down to earth
follow me and follow swiftly
all the days we’ve spent in mirth
look at all the things that we can leave behind
traveling on an empty mind
look at all the things that we can leave behind
boxes, stacks and…
I have found a voice from heaven
calling me back down to earth
follow me and follow swiftly
all the days we’ve spent in mirth
what is love without the hunger?
what is love without cliché?
now I hear a voice from heaven
calling me to please explain
look at all the things that we can leave behind
traveling on an empty mind
going away with a pocked full of sand
and a thousand words
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10. |
Don't Be Cruel to Me
03:01
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Don’t Be Cruel to Me
well you can be anything you like
but don’t be cruel to me, ma sucette
through away to the ticket to your flight
but don’t be cruel to me
you know I’ve been gone awhile
and I’ve only just begun
what I’ve give to see your smile
I’d swim across any océan
so you can be anything you like
but don’t be cruel to me, ma sucette
I guess I’ll pass another lonely night
so don’t be cruel to me
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I’d Rather Sing to My Dogs
I’ve sung for the prince of Egypt
in the seizième arronissement
I’ve sung in a noisy bar
I’ve sung in a noisy bar
But nobody tipped my jar
I’ve sung in a park
and people passed me by
I’ve carried a tune on the métro
I’ve carried a tune on the métro
feeling a little bit retro
but I’d rather sing to my dogs
I’d rather sing to my dogs
I’d rather sing to my dogs
cause my dogs listen to me
they may forget the words I say
but my dogs understand my mood
but my dogs understand my mood
especially when it’s time for food
rhythm and music my dogs got
they wag their tails to the beat
they wag their tails to the beat
or maybe just the smell of meat
so I’d rather sing to my dogs
I’d rather sing to my dogs
I’d rather sing to my dogs
cause my dogs listen to me
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12. |
Out of Nowhere
03:38
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Out of Nowhere (Edward Heyman)
you came to me
from out of nowhere
you took my heart
and found it free
wonderful dreams,
wonderful schemes
out of nowhere
made every hour
sweet as a flower to me
and if you were
to go back to your nowhere
leaving me with a memory
I’ll always wait for your
return out of nowhere
hoping to bring your love
back to me
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Dark Eyes (Russian Traditional)
Ochi chornyye, ochi strastnyye
Ochi zhguchiye i prekrasnyye
Kak lyublyu ya vas, kak boyus' ya vas
Znat' uvidel vas ya v nedobryi chas
oh those dark eyes, oh those burning eyes
of those passionate eyes, how I love your eyes
how I love you, how I fear you
when I saw you in that moment
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ALBERT et son ORCHESTRE Brooklyn, New York
Breathing new life into the Gypsy Jazz tradition, Albert croons original songs in French and English on the accordion. He is joined by guitarist Vic Wong, violinist Alen Cileli and Kenan O'Brien on double bass. He honed his accordion and vocal skills in the Jazz Manouche jams of Paris. He has performed with the Kronos Quartet and is now based in Brooklyn, NY. ... more
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