Bright romance and foamy grooves: Dehail (aka Vincent Faucher) offers us a vibrant second opus, surrounded by musicians with delicate and spontaneous talent.
The guitarist-singer ventures into rock lands with mixed landscapes, between false lightness and melancholy not so dark.
A mix of genres scratched by a cultured paw and mischievous, often hair-raising, always powerful.
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To taste urgently, while there are some left.
She should have been there.
Nothing to do, I don't see her
It's the crowd that pushes me and devours me
It's late.
In the station a little higher
To this subway exit
The air is dry, we could burn outside
Apart.
She had laughed and I was conquered
I'm going north, feel the rain.
Finding gold, under gray skies.
step by step and word for word
More than her skin on my bones
Her promises, so fragile inside
These coincidences.
I understood before she told me
I'm going north, feel the rain.
Finding gold, under gray skies.
On the cliffs, lose your life
Get comfortable and get out.
I'm going north, feel the rain.
Finding gold, under gray skies
Find your body that I buried
I've written it.
Musicians
photo : Eric Marcel
