Biografia:
St. Paul de Vence [seynt pawl duh vons]
1. A small medieval town in southern France.
2. Indie folk band notable for evocative storytelling, vintage style, layered melodies, and breathtaking harmonies.
Origin: Seattle, Washington
Formed in June of 2011, St. Paul de Vence entered the studio some four months later to record their first album. The album proved a success with seven straight weeks in the Top 10 of KEXP’s Americana and Pacific Northwest Charts following its release.
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Outras músicas:
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Verse 1]
Am F
I was born in the dim glow of autumn light
Dm E Am
With the tune of an accordion and the taste for pink wine
Am F
As a young man my legs they learned to dance
Dm E Am
My lips at any chance would steal a little innocence
Am F
But my cloths were hand sown, some of my food was stolen
Dm E Am
That was how we learned to live then, what did you expect from the occupation
[Interlude]
Am F Dm E Am
[Chorus]
F Am C
Vous n'aurez jamais ma chanson
F Am C
Vous marcherez un long chemin de silence
F Am C
Mon pays ma donne cette chanson
Dm E Am
Toujours je chanterai, vous salauds!
[Bridge]
Am F Dm E Am
F Am C x3
Dm E Am
[Verse 2]
Am F
We kept the radio low and the curtains drawn close
Dm E Am
It could be your friend, you never knew in the end what was what and for sure
F
But we would ride our bikes to the countryside
Am C
Where an old tin band put fire in the night
F
With a tune so deep you could see it in our eyes
C E
It was the way we'd chosen to fight
[Chorus]
F Am C
Vous n'aurez jamais ma chanson
F Am C
Vous marcherez un long chemin de silence
F Am C
Mon pays ma donne cette chanson
Dm E Am
Toujours je chanterai, vous salauds
Dm E Am
Toujours je chanterai, vous salauds!
Am F
I was born in the dim glow of autumn light
Dm E Am
With the tune of an accordion and the taste for pink wine
Am F
As a young man my legs they learned to dance
Dm E Am
My lips at any chance would steal a little innocence
Am F
But my cloths were hand sown, some of my food was stolen
Dm E Am
That was how we learned to live then, what did you expect from the occupation
[Interlude]
Am F Dm E Am
[Chorus]
F Am C
Vous n'aurez jamais ma chanson
F Am C
Vous marcherez un long chemin de silence
F Am C
Mon pays ma donne cette chanson
Dm E Am
Toujours je chanterai, vous salauds!
[Bridge]
Am F Dm E Am
F Am C x3
Dm E Am
[Verse 2]
Am F
We kept the radio low and the curtains drawn close
Dm E Am
It could be your friend, you never knew in the end what was what and for sure
F
But we would ride our bikes to the countryside
Am C
Where an old tin band put fire in the night
F
With a tune so deep you could see it in our eyes
C E
It was the way we'd chosen to fight
[Chorus]
F Am C
Vous n'aurez jamais ma chanson
F Am C
Vous marcherez un long chemin de silence
F Am C
Mon pays ma donne cette chanson
Dm E Am
Toujours je chanterai, vous salauds
Dm E Am
Toujours je chanterai, vous salauds!
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