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mathilda tree - Berceuse
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I went down a little path to the river
I followed your lips
Bordered with aspens
And weeping willows
You were carrying crumpled dresses
Frail set & jewerly
Dresses slighter than clouds
Which wach over you
I saw your cool cloth
Spread on green sky
You were carrying
The golden pollen of sun
And I’ve looked your hair
As I gaze at the morning
Which get up
And your long fingers
Undid the stream’s plaits
Where dewdrop
As sleeping tears
Comes to rest
But grace clears
At the first breath
And dawn without a sound
Through the trees
As a shiver of candle
Lights up and draws
For the last time
Your wispy curves
But grace clears
At the first breath
And when autumn strides up
You wilt as frightened birds
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We have to cross
A lot of countries
In order to find
The essentials things
We have to travel
In order to change
Find a quiet life
And obvious land
The light which matters
To my mind
Is beyond the horizon
And it’s easy to find
My Bird and me we have strange conversations
Emptiness tells rum things to Drop
So many men believe in their illusions
And it’s nothing but gobbledygook
Why men are like flies
They cut corners
Bang their head on pane
And never find the answer
We’d like to go
For a walk in their mind
There’s so much draught
But it’s a double bind
Sky is a wine
Earth is a bread
But in between
All hang by a thread
My Bird and me we have strange conversations
Emptiness tells rum things to Drop
So many men believe in their illusions
And it’s nothing but gobbledygook
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I 've left a note above your pillow
And I have brought the dog to heel
I have closed the kitchen window
And I have looked up to the hill
I 'm on my way back home
I'm on my way
Millions dandelions petals
Floating on the summer air
Are following the wild meadow
Winnowing around my hair
Drifting in the deep of my mind
I was lost in a circle but it’s not mine
Drowning in the seas of your signs
I was losing my youth and your time
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Soft is the wood
above our bodies
Soft is the wood
Rubs against our knees
O Father, what have we done !
Look at this, heaven blows down
Soft is the moon
Above the dust of world
Soft is the moon
But the sky is blurred
O Father, what have we done !
Look at this, heaven blows down
rain of blue birds falling down
take it easy when it sounds
like the end of our lives, we are blind
we’ve never heard the bells or recognized the signs
Soft are the clouds
Sweep our tracks away
Soft are the clouds
Which fade to grey
O Father, what have we done !
Father, tell me, what have we done !
O Father, what have we done !
Look at this, heaven blows down
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mathilda tree - Prickett
02:35
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Remember, we’ve shared out
Same sounds and perfumes.
In summer heat,
Under my shade,
You came to take a rest.
In winter I protected you
From squalls and storms
Into my arms.
When shadows fall down
Some candles and few glows
Shine behind your windows
Draw halos and crowns
You’ve got December flames
And I’ve got loneliness
I’m cold and I’m boring
While snow is falling
But when it’s getting dark, you’re frightened of me
And I feel so lonely…
Just like an animal
In spring days you marveled
At magic flowers I bear
But when comes the night
You shiver with fear
I’m less than ghost
Less than monster
less than beggar
Less than wanderer
But when it’s getting dark, you’re frightened of me
And I feel so lonely…
Just like an animal
I’m an old and single tree
So much sap flowed in me
But nothing wore me down
I’m still in love.
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MATHILDA TREE France
Mathilda Tree a grandi auprès du guitariste Gaëtan Davoult et de la chanteuse Anaïs Le Marchand au Havre entre les usines et le bout du monde , nourrit de terre humide, de bruine et de vent frais. Ballades folks baignées d'eau sa musique tend vers le nord et rappelle les grandes plaines d'Irlande, les jardins anglais et les fjords . ... more
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