This is the title song from a 2001 album. Even if you couldn't understand the words, Alison's voice on this song is filled with sadness, a coldness of loss.
Mlle. Ryan Je ne savais pas que tu parles français!
What goes into the construction and production of a song is fascinating, and the way they are presented here, sort of specimens, is great. This song is simplicity itself as far as just the song goes, but a sympathetic producer and performer make it magic.
6 comments:
a very beautiful song
le ciel est bleu, c'est le printemps, on entend les mouettes et l'océan tout proche
belle journée! :-)
Merci jean jacques,
Les mouettes se blottissent sur mon toit. Le printemps est en retard dans arriver, et c'est pluvieux et froid.
Mlle. Ryan Je ne savais pas que tu parles français!
What goes into the construction and production of a song is fascinating, and the way they are presented here, sort of specimens, is great. This song is simplicity itself as far as just the song goes, but a sympathetic producer and performer make it magic.
Je parle assez pour manger et boire! Do you remember: Le vin et un homard s'il vous plaît?
She sings of such loss. You're right: it is magic to be able to sing so others can feel the pain.
I really must buy more of her music. I only have Forget About It. This is a beautiful song.
Nan, It is beautiful, probably her most beautiful for me. Such a sad song.
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