Beeswing

from End of Winter by Keltas

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Composition: Richard Thompson
Richard Thompson signe cette belle chanson
d'amours au pluriel. Celui d'un jeune homme
pour une demoiselle et celui de cette
demoiselle pour la liberté. Evidemment ça fini
mal. Cette chanson est reprise par beaucoup
de monde notamment Christy Moore mais
c'est Ruairi Cunnane, un talentueux guitariste
de Belfast qui nous a épaté en chantant ce
morceaux accompagné de sa douze corde.
C'est à lui qu'on fait un clin d'oeil.

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I was nineteen when I came to town, They call it the summer of love
They were burning babies, burning flags, the hawks against the doves
I took a job in a steamie, down on Colline Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me.
Ref :
She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow here away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said « as long as there's no price on love I'll stay ,
And you wouldn't want me any other way ».
Brown hair zig-zag around her face and look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes.
She said « ho man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind.
If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind
Ref
And I said we might settle down, get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug
She said « oh man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell.
You might be lord of half the world, you 'll not own me as well ».
And we was drinking more in those days and tempers reached a pich
And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch
Ref
Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough back on the Derby beat
White horse in her hip pocket and wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even married once, a man called Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan was too much to settle her down
And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price you pay for the chains you refuse
Ref2
She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing
And I miss her more than ever word could say
If I could just tast all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Well I would not whant her any other way

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from End of Winter, released January 1, 2016

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Keltas France

Sarah Tardien,
Antoine Petit,
Gabriel Maugey,
Clément Denis
Aurélien Prugnaud
Pierre- Jean Muet

Invité:
Samuel Tardien
Thomas Ezekiel
AnnaDidymus
Nicolas Nardi
Rémi Hochard Nico Prugnaud
Thierry D'haussy
Michel Herblin
Therese Mager
Amandine Goudouneix
Patrick Tardien

Son:
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